Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He was so fucking pissed off. Glory should have known better.
He had guards stationed at different points, and each one held a finger in her direction.
Damon looked up ahead and sure enough, there was Milah, kneeling on the ground, her hands clasped together. A few feet away from her was the small cemetery. He hadn’t been here in several months.
Seeing the names of his father, mother, and grandparents. It was all just a little too much for him.
He stepped on a twig, drawing attention to his presence.
Glory immediately bowed her head. He saw the way her hands were clasped in front of her.
“Leave us,” he said.
She walked as fast as she could while Milah got to her feet, brushing off the dried, crumbled leaves.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I came to pay my respects.”
“You have no right to be here.”
She lifted her head, and he saw her eyes were swollen red. “I have every right to be here.”
“What gives you that impression?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“What is with this attitude? When I left you this morning, you were fucking sated from taking a pounding from my cock!” he yelled.
Milah lashed out, her hand slapping him right across the face. “No, this morning when you left, I ran to the bathroom to fucking throw up because I am pregnant. I am having a De Luca, and you know what, I’m fucking terrified. All my life, my father has been completely against everything you have ever stood for. He is dead. Gone. His last piece to give to me, the Russo ring. You don’t even have a clue what he said to me in that message!”
“That he knows you’re going to be pregnant and give birth to another Russo heir.”
“I hate you right now.”
“You only stop hating me when you beg me for more.”
She went to hit him again, but he captured her wrist, drawing her closer.
“I allowed the first hit. Don’t think you’ll get away with another.”
Milah tried to pull away from his hold, but he had a firm grip on her. There was no escaping it until he let her go, and she knew it.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“I hate you.”
“You can hate me all you want to, princess. It’s not going to change the fact you’re pregnant with my kid.”
“And I bet you’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Do you think I’m happy about this?” he asked.
“Yes. I do.” There was fire in her eyes. “You can’t tell me this isn’t part of some wicked plan of yours. The great Damon De Luca always has some twisted scheme to play. If not, then you are foolish because this is what happens when you have unprotected sex!” She yelled the last part while also pointing at her stomach.
There was no sign of her being pregnant yet. Apart from the morning sickness and her mood, no one would be the wiser.
He stared at her, a little … annoyed.
“We need to get married,” he said.
The words shocked him, but he was able to hide it a lot better than Milah.
“No.”
“I’m not accepting no for an answer.”
Milah folded her arms and shook her head. “Then how about hell no. Fuck no. Take your pick.”
“You’re carrying my child.”
“Exactly, that is all I’m carrying, but don’t for a second think I don’t see the disdain in your eyes. Hear it in your voice. No matter what happens between us, I will always be a Russo in your eyes.” She growled. “Why not send me and my child away? Isn’t that what happens to mistresses? That’s all I am because I wasn’t good enough to be a wife to a De Luca.”
“I’ve just said you’re marrying me.”
“And I said I’m not marrying you. I already belong to you because of my father, but that is where it ends. You and he are not going to take another thing I was looking forward to.”
Damon stopped and watched her as she tried to leave. He grabbed her hand before she could take another step and pulled her in close. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“None of your business.”
“Milah, you have no secrets from me.”
“You don’t think I don’t know that?” she asked. “But this time, you will never find out what I want.”
When she pulled out of his hold, he let her go. His gaze followed her until she walked out of his sight, and even then, he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. Milah was a fighter, and he loved that about her.
Damon froze.
He didn’t love anything about her.
She was a Russo. There was nothing to love. She meant nothing to him.
Glancing back at the cemetery, he didn’t want to go and see his parents, but while he was here, he didn’t have much of a choice.
Walking away without showing respect would gnaw at him.
Fucking Milah.
Why couldn’t she be someone he found infuriating? Instead, he had to deal with a passionate, caring, and considerate woman.