57. Chapter Fifty-Seven

As if the night had never happened, Enzo wakes me for breakfast with a soft kiss to the cheek. He looks like he had a proper night's sleep, even though he didn't get a wink. I stayed with him for about an hour before I drifted off. I woke to him tucking me back into bed, and again a short time later to find him back in the chair, staring out the window thoughtfully. I'd told myself I've done all I can do and went back to sleep.

I'm barely awake while I eat, and have two cups of coffee, but it doesn't help. After breakfast, Enzo tells me to get dressed. Once I'm done, he ushers me to the car. I'm groggy as I sit in the back seat, wishing I were back in bed. This is either me trying to avoid this situation or I'm coming down with something. I'm not usually this tired, even after a crappy night's sleep.

"Where do you need to go?"

"Any pharmacy is fine," I mutter.

"Pharmacy? Are you sick?"

"No," I blurt. "I figured it would be easier since they have an array of things."

He nods, gesturing for Antonio to go. The other ass-kisser, who I will still call ass-kisser since he hasn't proven otherwise, sits in the front seat silently.

The car moves, and we go through the gate that magically opens as we get to it. I still have no idea how it works. One day, I'll figure it out. I swear, I will find out how this magical gate works if it's the last thing I do.

"Are we going to talk about last night?" I whisper.

"No."

"Why not?"

"There's no reason to."

"Enzo—"

"Drop it, Jordan," he snaps, letting out a heavy sigh. "Just drop it."

I stare at him for a long time and his gaze doesn't budge from where he's staring out the window. I settle back, knowing I'm not going to get anywhere arguing with him. He's mad. He's upset. I get it. But doesn't he understand talking about it will make him feel better?

"How long until we're there?" I ask.

"Ten minutes," Antonio answers.

I let out a sigh and stare out the window for exactly six minutes.

"You're not going to like this, but I need to go in there alone," I say. I may as well get it over with now. Better than causing a fight in the parking lot.

"No."

"Yes, Enzo."

"No, Jordan. You are not going anywhere alone."

"Why?" I shout. "Afraid I'm going to run?"

He chuckles, turning his dark gaze my way. "Don't care if you did because I'd find you. And if you think you can leave without me finding you, you're fucking crazy."

My eyes widen, something heavy settling in my chest.

He says it like I'm nothing more than a valuable object and not a human. How does he go from warm to ice-cold so quickly?

My bottom lip trembles as his eyes bore into mine. They're so empty right now. I tear my gaze away because I don't want him seeing me get emotional over this. So, maybe this is what my life will be like. Not all perfection and hot sex. More like degradation and threats. I should have known.

Why in the world did I let my vagina gates open?

I fight tears the rest of the drive. When we get to the store, both ass kissers get out of the car, along with Enzo. He comes around to open my door, and I wonder what I should do. Stay here and not go through with this? Go in there and get it anyway? Try to steal it? Run? The possibilities are endless, but the problem is, they all end the same way.

Me back at Enzo's house.

The only thing that will change is his demeanor toward me.

If I listen, he'll be nice. At least, he will when he gets over this attitude.

If I fight him, he goes back to the cold and distant Enzo.

If I am pregnant, he should know. It's most likely his…

Why should I keep this a secret? What will it do? I wasn't planning on keeping it from him. He needs to know. So what's the point in fighting him now?

"I don't have all day, Jordan."

What would he do if I sat here all day? How much of a scene is he willing to make out here?

I decide it isn't worth it, take my seatbelt off, and storm inside.

"Get whatever you need and hurry up," Enzo barks once we enter. I walk faster, going down a random aisle. He keeps up.

"Are you going to hover?" I ask over my shoulder.

"Yes," he says simply.

I shake my head and keep going, now only out of principle.

Don't treat me like a child.

"Enzo, give me space," I growl when I turn a corner.

He glares at me, and I'm grateful this place isn't busy. I wonder if that's why it was chosen.

Enzo gives me about three feet of space, and though it does little in the way of me getting this pregnancy test without him knowing, it does allow me to breathe a little easier.

As I walk up and down the aisles, I assume he's losing his patience because that's just who he is. I go up and down the aisles, not stopping to look at a thing, and I realize how ridiculous this must look. Me, being followed by three giant men who look like bodyguards, while I walk up and down the aisles of this pharmacy. People must think I'm royalty or a prisoner under watch.

How right they would be with the latter…

When I round another corner to go down the aisle full of stool softeners and vitamins, Enzo grips my wrist and tugs me to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he whisper-growls at me.

I yank my wrist from his hand and shove him in the chest, not at all caring there are people around or cameras. He barely budges.

"If you'd give me space—"

He takes my wrist again, yanking me closer. The rage in his eyes is burning brightly. "You're lucky I allowed you here at all. Quit fucking around. Get what you need, and let's go," he spits out.

Long gone is the Enzo I was growing fond of, and back in place is the monster I knew he was from the beginning.

Once again, tears pool in my eyes, but he lets go of my wrist so I continue down the aisle. When I move to the next, he doesn't hide his sounds of frustration. My anxiety is at an all-time high, and I'm starting to feel like I may pass out. I'm still warring over what to do. Why can't I just go get the damn thing and be done with it? This would all be so much easier?

When his footsteps grow heavier and faster, I whirl on him and shove him in the chest much harder than the last time.

"I need a pregnancy test, you asshole," I bark at him. Of course my shove does nothing to move him, but my words sure do. His eyes widen and he takes a steadying step back. "Now leave me alone," I grit out, turning on my heel and hurrying to where I need to go. Tears blur my vision, but somehow I manage to make my way through the aisles without bumping into anything.

Thankfully, he doesn't follow me this time. Not that it matters anymore, considering the cat is out of the bag. I rip the box from the shelf—the first one I see because I don't know anything about these things—and move to the counter and slam it down. The young girl behind the counter stares at me wide-eyed, slowly chewing her gum. From the corner of my eye, the three men walk toward me, so I hurry out the door. The silent ass kisser follows me, probably expecting me to run, but I don't. I have no energy to attempt an escape, even though right now is such good timing for it.

A few moments later, Enzo and Antonio exit the store and get in the car. Neither of them looks affected by what they've since learned, so I can only assume they don't care.

Enzo carefully places the small white bag between us and doesn't say a word.

He doesn't say a word all the way back to his house. Neither do I.

When we reach the house, I snatch up the bag and hurry out of the car and up the steps.

"Jordan!" Enzo calls. I ignore him and keep going. I have nothing to say to him. "Jordan, stop!"

I take the stairs two at a time and turn left, toward my old room.

Fuck him and his room. He can sleep in there by himself after all of this.

I slam the door to my room, figuring he's going to come in regardless of if I lock it or not, so I don't bother. I head into the bathroom, whip the bag with the test in it across the room, and slide onto the floor and cry.

The room is dark when I wake up. It's quiet. So damn quiet. My neck aches as I sit up, so I press my fingers into the muscles, but it barely does a thing to help. That's going to hurt for days. How did I fall asleep on the floor? The bathroom floor, of all places? Gross.

I stand, stretch, turn the light on and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess and there are dark bags under my eyes. Ugh, what the hell. What time is it?

I turn to head out of the room, and that's when I spot the bag on the floor in front of the shower, and my stomach drops.

I'd forgotten all about it.

Everything from earlier today rushes back. For a short moment, I was peaceful, having forgotten about the fact Enzo is an asshole and I could be pregnant with his baby.

The man who stole me.

Yet also saved me.

Who has given me everything.

Except my freedom.

What a fucking conundrum my life is.

I pick up the bag, pull the box out, and stare at it.

I should get it over with. There's no point in waiting. Maybe I haven't gotten my period because I'm stressed out from being here.

Or more likely, I'm pregnant.

With someone's baby.

Because Jesus, I don't know if it's his or Rafael's. And I hope like hell he's been stressed over the same damn thing since I screamed at him in the store because he deserves to stress as much as I do. He did this too!

I turn the box over to read the directions because I've never ever had to do this before. I've never in my life ever had to look at one of these boxes and haven't a clue how they work.

Seems simple enough. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes.

I look around for my phone but can't find it. Whatever, I'll look for it later.

With a heavy sigh, I tug down my leggings, sit on the toilet, and do my thing. I put the test on the back of the toilet before I go into the bedroom to check the clock.

7:11.

Three minutes. I need to wait three minutes.

I pace for what feels like forever.

7:12.

Jesus.

More pacing. Chewing on my nails. Tugging on my hair. Things I never do. But I'm scared. I'm scared and alone and I have no one to talk to.

7:12.

How the hell?

I shake my head and keep pacing, wishing I had something to do to occupy my mind, but there's nothing in here, including my phone. I must have left it in the car or at the store. Who knows? Who cares? It's not like I have anyone to call. It's a glorified game system to me.

That puts a rock in my stomach. Stopping me dead in my tracks.

My father was always thrilled about me having kids. He talked about it all the time with Zach. And now? Now is he even going to know? Is Enzo going to allow my father to be in this child's life? What if it isn't Enzo's? God, that is the worst thing. What if it's Rafael's? Will Enzo allow me to keep it? Rafael doesn't want any kind of commitment. Will he make me get rid of it?

"Jesus, Jordan! How stupid can you be!" I mutter to myself, slapping my forehead.

So, so stupid…

Another glance at the clock tells me it's 7:13.

Box says three minutes, which means I'm waiting for 7:14, but I don't know how far into 7:11 it was when I came out here.

Best I wait until 7:15.

It's 7:16 when I force myself into the bathroom. Now I'm worried if I wait too long the results will be inaccurate, but I can't let fear get in the way of this. I have to know. I need to know.

My clammy hands tremble as I reach for the test.

I'd placed it upside down so I wouldn't accidentally see it when I walked in.

I pick it up, close my eyes, turn the test over, and when I open them, my blood runs ice cold.

It's positive.