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RomanShe wants to talk.I set the glass down.I look at her standing in the middle of my office and I already know whatever is coming is not going to be easy. I can read Raven the way I read a room before a deal goes bad. Something in the set of her jaw. The way she folded her arms when she walked in.“I spoke to Dave,” she says.And there it is.“He doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does.”“Roman, please don’t shut me out again because I won’t take it this time.”“I want you to stay out of it.”“What happened to Nicko? I know he is dead. Did you do it?”“I met with him.” I swirl the whiskey in my glass. “I roughed him up a little.”“You what?” Disbelief flashes across her face, then frustration. “Why?”“He sold information about my business to my rivals. I handled it.”“That’s not all of it.” Her voice trembles. “You consoled me when he didn’t show up, knowing it was you who made sure we never met. Why did you do that? You did all that just because you want to make sure I don’t g

RavenI’m three cups of soda water into the night when Anaya finally notices.“Wait.” She sets her drink down and squints at me across the table, the VIP corner dim and quiet enough that we can actually hear each other over the music thumping through the rest of the club. “Is there something wrong with your health that I don’t know about?”“No.” I laugh. “Why would you even think that?”“You haven’t had a single drink all night.”“I’m just not in the mood.”“Even at my birthday party,” Anaya says, her eyes narrowing, “you didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol. And now this. If you’re not dealing with some health issue that’s keeping you away from it…” A teasing smile tugs at her lips. “What? Are you pregnant?”The question is meant as a joke.A ridiculous joke.But the moment the words leave her mouth, my stomach drops.“What?” I let out a laugh that sounds far less convincing than I intended.Anaya’s smile falters.For the first time all night, she studies me instead of t

Raven“Sounds like a challenge I’m willing to take.”A slow smile spreads across my face as I fold my arms over my chest.“No. You’re going to be a good girl for Daddy and do as you’re told.”God help me, I’m sore.So swollen and raw from last night that even standing here is its own sharp, throbbing kind of awareness. And having this man’s hands on me, his voice, his eyes on me, only makes me want him to take me again. Or better.I don’t know anymore.All I know is that for the past few days, I’ve been living with this relentless need I can’t seem to shake. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Maybe it’s the knowledge that a part of him is growing inside me. Whatever it is, every time Roman gets near, my body wants him.It’s ridiculous. I should want a break. Recovery. A moment to breathe.Instead, I find myself wanting him to follow through on every threat he just made. To rip my clothes off and shove me against the nearest available surface.“Get in the car, kid.” He says it again

RavenI open my eyes slowly.The ceiling is white and unfamiliar for exactly three seconds before I place it.Hospital. Again. Fuck. Roman is pacing the length of the room, jacket off, sleeves rolled, his phone face down on the chair beside my bed. He found me in the tub. I must have passed out. Roman stops the moment he sees me looking at him and crosses the room immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes moving over my face with that particular intensity he gets when he’s been frightened and is refusing to show it.“You scared me,” he says quietly.“I’m okay.”“You were unconscious in the bathtub. That’s not okay.” His jaw tightens. “Did someone do this to you? Tell me what happened.”Vivienne’s heel pressing down on my shoulder flashes through my mind immediately. The cold marble beneath me. The cramping. Her crouching down with that wine glass, her voice low and certain, telling me the baby was better off gone.I open my mouth.Close it again.He’s marry

RavenThe sonography room is dim and quiet, the kind of quiet that feels volitional, like the whole world has agreed to hold its breath for a few minutes.I lie back on the table while the sonographer, a soft-spoken woman with careful hands, prepares the equipment. Roman stands slightly back from the bed, one hand tucked into his pocket, watching the screen with the focused stillness he brings to everything that matters to him.The cold gel. The probe. The familiar process I’ve been through twice now, except this time my heart is in my throat differently because twenty-four hours ago I was on a cold floor and I don’t know what that did to what’s growing inside me.Then the image appears on the screen.And the sound.That heartbeat.Strong. Fast. Completely healthy.Something releases in my chest so suddenly my eyes fill before I even decide to cry.Our baby. My precious little miracle.,“Everything looks perfect,” the sonographer says, moving the probe slightly, measuring, c