I didn't take her again because she needs to recover, that time in the bathroom was because she provoked me.

but it felt good to have her scream my name like that again.

I'm on my way to my office right now, I am about to see the doctor and discuss what's going on with my baby. how many days it will take for her to recover and if the coma caused any brain damage.

I doubt that tho because she seemed fine.

I opened the door and got in the see the doctor waiting, she gave me an uneasy smile and waited for me to sit before she started talking.

"as you know we took some blood samples to make sure everything is fine, thankfully everything is but we found something else.".

I involuntarily frowned at the thought of her not being healthy or something.

the doctor cleared her throat and said "she's pregnant.....8 weeks to be specific.".

what the fuck?

whatever she said became as silent as the rest of the house and I just focused on the word pregnant.

of course she would be! the shot only lasted for 3 months not more.

I don't know if I should be happy that this means the beginning of our family or angry because someone else is closer to her than I am.

I don't want someone else to have her attention or share her love with me.

do I want her to be pregnant? I really don't know but this has pros more than cons.

this way I will be sure she doesn't runaway, the baby will keep her stuck with me, I can use it against her to make her behave, and it's the biggest claim I could put on her.

I shook away the thoughts and asked "is the rest okay?", she nodded and said " we will need a check up to make sure everything is okay with the pregnancy unless you want an abortion.".

I don't... this is an opportunity for both of us.

but I also don't want her to know yet...

after what he did to me in the bathroom he got me soup and 2 glasses of water, he waited till I finished them then left somewhere.

I fell asleep as soon as he left and woke up a couple of minutes ago.

he's thankfully not here which gives me time to think of something....anything!

I could take a phone but call who? I have no one and even if I did I wouldn't want them involved. I can't call the police because they're just as useless as my insults to him.

I can runaway but how? he said the place will be surrounded with guards.

footsteps approached the door and I quickly closed my eyes pretending to be asleep, at least this way I won't have to deal with him.

"when did he come to new york?" he said as soon as he got in the room, he seems pissed.

"you mean damon and dimtri will be there too?" he said in a low tone.

are those who I think they are? the romanos...

he let out a sigh and said "no we will go, if domenico tries anything I will simply put a bullet in his head.".

domenico.....domenico and his sons will be at the gala! this is my chance to talk to him!

this is my chance to offer my deal...this is my chance to end this!

"double the security around the venue and keep an eye on their movements, specially damon because he's the oldest and will probably do anything to impress his father into handing over the mafia." he said as he sat next to the side I am on of the bed.

then damon it is, if what carlos just said is right damon will be an easy task.

I found one picture of domenico back when I was researching which was hard but I couldn't find anything of his sons. just their names.

damon romano and dimitri romano. damon is 19 and dimitri is 18.

he might've hang up because he's silent.

his cold hand made contact with my back as I'm laying on my side, I fought the urge to move away because I don't want him to know I heard what he said.

he placed a kiss on my shoulders then another on my back making me want to throw up.

he's disgusting.

he shook my head gently which is not something he ever did, "am...wake up. you have to take your medicine and we have a lot to do.".

a lot to do?

his hand went down my back and to my sex making me quickly sit up and shoot him a glare.

he clenched his jaw and said "you want a shower?", memories of yesterday crossed my mind and I quickly shook my head.

he clenched his jaw and asked "is it because you don't want me touching you?".

I just looked at him trying to figure out if he is really serious, he grabbed my hair roughly and growled "is that so?".

I don't know if it's my upset stomach or his touch but a pile rose to my throat and I quickly said "I want to throw up, let go.".

he surprisingly let go and I rushed to the bathroom, I kneeled down and leaned on the seat not caring if it's dirty I just need to throw up.

the first pile was let out making my stomach twist and my eyes tear up.

I felt my hair being held and I was about to slap his hand away when another pile ripped it's way through my throat.

I breathed in and out heavily trying to think straight again.

"stand up, I don't want you to get sick, the toilet seat has germs." he said calmly. I wrapped my arms around my sore stomach from the pressure of coughing and letting the vomit out then said "I am already sick, sick of you and your psychotic ways!".

he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up then pushed me to the counter and said "wash your face or I will do it.".

I washed my face because I want to and leaned on the counter feeling lightheaded.

I walked out of the bathroom with him following me and sat on the couch before curling into a ball and closing my eyes to rest a little.

I always hated throwing up, it made me feel sick even if I wasn't.

"here drink this." he said handing me a glass of water, I took it from him not finding energy to argue and drank it.

"the nurse will get you your vitamins and a pill for your stomach, eat them all without troubles. I don't want you to be sick at the gala." he said calmly.

I just nodded not wanting to mess my chance of contacting domenico or damon.

he left the room and soon after a nurse came in with a tray of pills and water.

I took 3 different vitamins and a yellow pill that I assume is for my stomach.

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it's currently 7 pm, I didn't see him after that and I'm glad.

the nurse stayed with me in the room while I laid on the couch thinking of ways to talk to domenico.

I can ask to go to the bathroom and talk or take a note with me and somehow put it in his suit.

footsteps approached the door and I didn't bother to look at who it is, it's probably him or the doctor.

"-something that doesn't reveal too much but enough to show her tattoo." his voice said before a female voice responded " I have a strapless gown with a slit on the left thigh, it doesn't reveal too much but will be enough to show the tattoo.".

I let out a sigh burying the urge to argue under the thought of me getting away.

"start her make up and hair." he demanded which means I will wear the gown she was talking about.

I slowly sat up as she approached me and said "I will start with your hair.", I just nodded not really caring about what she will do.

she took out some straighteners and curling irons along with some hair accessories.

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after about an hour or so my hair and make up were done, all I have to do now is wear the gown and the mask, apparently it's a masquerade gala.

I walked to the bathroom and changed into the black gown and put on the mask.

I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch waiting for any announcement of us leaving.

nervous is an understatement for what I am right now.

as far as I know this damon guy or domenico whoever I talk to could be assholes which they probably will be, they're all arrogant jerks.

but what if they decline?

"boss is waiting for you." the woman said to which I nodded, I don't know how to feel about going out after almost 7 months of not.

regardless of the 6 months I spent unaware of the world, it gotta be weird.

I grabbed my clutch bag and walked out of the bedroom for the first time ever since I was brought here, that night....

an image of my father on the floor with blood staining his shirt and the dress I was wearing crossed my mind making me visibly cringe.

I let out a sigh and walked down the stairs with my head high just like that night at the restaurant.

my grey eyes met carlos' hazel ones as he waited by the end of the stairs. he's wearing a grey suit and his hair is styled back.

he held out his hand for me to take and I did wanting everything to go smoothly, he placed a kiss on my lips making my body feel like it's on fire.

I hate his touch and everything about him.

he placed his hand on my waist and we walked out of the door and to a black limousine, he opened the door for me and I got in.

I didn't focus on the fresh air or the smell of trees and flowers, all that was on my mind is damon romano and his father. it doesn't matter who I talk to but whoever it is my moves should be calculated.

carlos got in from the other side and sat next to me then said " there are rules that you will have to follow.".

I let out a sigh and he continued " 1- you stay by my side all the time, tell me if you want to go to the bathroom. 2- talk or look at any other man and I swear to you that what you think was hell is nothing compared to what I will do to you. 3- I will make an announcement after dinner, make a scene and everyone dies. understand?".

I nodded wanting to just be there and start with my escape, whatever the announcement is it's obviously bad for me.

he pulled me into him and said "I love you.", a shiver ran down my spine at how easy he said those words even tho he clearly doesn't.

he cursed under his breath and said " don't try anything stupid am, I am warning you.".

I ignored the urge to argue about the nickname and felt my chest tighten at the memory of nathan.

I hate myself for not feeling as bad as I should but I just can't bring myself to believe he is dead. the others too, it's like my mind is denial but I am somehow aware that they're no longer alive.

I promise to take revenge for each and everyone, to make him cry in pain and beg for mercy but I will show him none.