Page 56 of Delirium
“Storm,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Who did you make a deal with?”
Nervous energy emanated from him, my feet moving me closer to him, waiting with bated breath to hear who he had made the deal with.
“Storm?”
“I hope we’re gonna have two boys,” he mumbled, walking toward the windows overlooking the garden. “Maybe then what I agreed to won’t come to fruition.”
“Storm!”
“I made a deal with Nico Romano,” he said and turned around to look at me.
“Nico?”My Nico? “Nico is a good man, Storm. What are you so scared of?”
“Because the deal we made wasn’t only for him to help me. He didn’t want money. He didn’t want power. He wanted something else.”
I was blank at that point. What else could Nico want, unless—
“No,” I whispered. “No, you didn’t.”
“Nico wanted to connect his family with the MC’s, and what better way to do it than to marry his son—”
“To your daughter,” I finished for him, the little pieces of the puzzle slowly falling together. The way Nico looked at me when he saw me. The way his eyes kept following my every move.
It wasn’t because he was afraid of me hurting Alessia. It was because he thought I knew already.
“You motherfucking bastard!” I screeched, my hand connecting with the handle of a pan.
I had no idea when I threw it, but as it crashed against the window, right next to Storm’s head, I didn’t even care.
“You sold our daughter!”
“You weren’t pregnant back then.”
“How could you?” I stormed toward him. “Storm, you better make this right.”
“I don’t know how,” he answered, stepping away from me.
“Stop running away from me, for fuck’s sake!” I marched toward him, following him around the table. “You know the kind of life the two of us had, volleyed back and forth for more power, for control. I’m not going to do the same thing to her!”
“You might be carrying boys.”
“It’s a boy and a girl, you stupid fuck!”
He stopped moving suddenly, his entire face turning pale. “You already know the gender?”
“Of course, I know. I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out, but you were too busy flirting with that bitch!”
“They’re a boy and a girl?” he asked, completely ignoring my outburst.
“Yes, Storm,” I answered, my molars grinding. “And you sold her.”
“I didn’t know,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to. I just… I just didn’t see another way.”
“Storm,” I said, calming my racing heart. “I’m not going to raise our daughter just to be a breeding mare for the Italian Mafia!”
“I thought you liked them!”
“I do!” I yelled. “But I don’t like the way they treat most of their females.”
