Page 95 of Sinful Hearts
All eyes rise to Emilio as he storms into the waiting room.
He fixes his tired stare on me. “Let’s go.”
I jump to my feet and follow him through the parking lot, straight to the sedan.
“We’re leaving her?” I ask as he unlocks the car.
“We’re going to find her husband.”
“Husband?” I stress, blinking at him.
“Yes, the father of her baby.”
“Oh.” I press a hand to my heart, silently saying,Thank God, to myself.
I can at least crosssecret love childoff my list of possible marital problems.
As soon as we’re in the car, Emilio inputs an address into the GPS and drives off. After a short drive, he pulls into an empty warehouse parking lot.
He cuts the engine. “Get out.”
This day just won’t end.
First, I had to deal with my mother and Aleksy.
Then, we had the whole car-chase, shoot-out situation.
Now, I’m in Chicago, hunting down a pregnant woman’s husband and about to walk into a shady warehouse.
The wind hits me as I follow him inside, and as soon as we enter, I notice two men. One slouched in a chair at a table, and the other standing beside him.
The standing guy reaches for his gun. “Emilio?”
He doesn’t relax until he’s certain it’s him.
Emilio stalks toward them. “Where the hell is your phone, Andre?”
I struggle to keep up, halting when I reach them. The man in the chair is shirtless, and blood soaks the towel pressed to his shoulder. His lip’s split, and his cheek is turning purple.
“Lost it somewhere in the middle ofgetting shot,” the man sitting mutters, gesturing to his shoulder.
“She’s in labor,” Emilio snaps, not even caring about the man’s wound.
“Fuck!” Andre tosses the towel aside, trying to stand, and blood pours from his wound.
I stumble back to avoid getting splattered.
Before he can fully rise, Emilio shoves him back into the chair by hisinjuredshoulder.
The man curses and punches Emilio’s ribs.
Neither of them flinches.
It’s like watching two cousins fight.
Emilio jerks his chin at me. “She’ll get the bullet out. Then, we’ll go to the hospital.”
“You took her to the fucking hospital?” the man screams, his face turning almost as red as the blood coming out of him. “Are you out of your mind?”
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