Rafa
I had no fucking clue why I thought bringing her to my old neighborhood would help. Maybe I wanted her to know me, even a little bit, before I told her that I needed to knock her up to save both our lives.
When I said the words, the look on her face told me everything. She was shocked and maybe a little scared, but she wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t walking away.
Because she wanted me. I knew she did from the moment we met, and the feeling was fucking mutual. I wanted her just as much, wanted her body, but wanted to know her, too. I admired a woman who would go so far for her passion, even if she was misguided and in over her head.
But did I admire her enough to get her pregnant?
Apparently I fucking did, which was the insane part.
“You want to actually get me pregnant?” she finally said.
“I want to keep both of us alive, and they’re going to need proof.”
“We can’t bring a baby into this world just to save our own lives.”
He shrugged. “I don’t agree with that. We can give the child up for adoption, find people who want a baby but don’t have one.”
“This is insane,” she said softly.
“It is fucking insane,” I agreed. “But right now, it’s our only option. I need to get you pregnant to keep you alive.”
“Adoption,” she said softly, shaking her head. “Rafa, no way. I’m not getting pregnant. I don’t even know you.”
“I get it. I hear what you’re saying. But so far, have I steered you wrong?”
“No,” she admitted. “But you’re still a stranger. This is crazy.”
“You got yourself into this, and I lied to the fucking head of the Barone family for you. If you want us both to survive, you need to give me what I want.”
“I never asked you to lie,” she said. I could tell she was on the verge of freaking out.
I stood up. “Come on. Let’s get you back home.”
“No. No way. I’m not getting pregnant. This is so insane.”
“Listen to me,” I said, crouching down in front of her. I put my hands on her legs and stared into her eyes. “This isn’t a fucking game, Cassidy. I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to see you die. You don’t have to decide now, but you have to choose eventually.” I paused, staring into her pretty eyes. “Besides, we both know you’ll like the act of getting pregnant. We both know you want my thick cock between your legs.”
She shook her head and I stood up. I took a few steps away and she followed, tossing her container into a trashcan. I tossed mine and then we headed back toward the car. She walked in a stunned silence, and I let that sink in.
I knew what she was thinking about. She was imagining what it would be like to give in to me, to spread her legs wide and let me fuck her tight pussy until she screamed.
We got back into my car. I started the engine and began to drive back to her apartment. We drove in silence, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her brain.
This wasn’t exactly something I really wanted, either. I didn’t want a baby. I figured we could put the kid up for adoption, but I didn’t know what she really wanted. Maybe she’d want to keep it, and then I’d have to do the right thing.
Or maybe she’d refuse all of this and try running. I couldn’t really tell exactly what was going on in her head, but I knew I couldn’t push it.
Either way, whatever she chose, I’d do my best to keep her alive. I felt something there, something I couldn’t explain. I wanted her to know me for some reason, which was why I took her to my old hood. Maybe I just wanted her to know the man who wanted to get her pregnant.
I wasn’t used to feeling this way. Normally I fucked a girl and then forgot about her, but Cassidy just kept lingering in my mind. I hadn’t even felt what it was like to be inside her yet.
“I grew up in Ohio,” she said suddenly as we got closer to her apartment building.
“Midwestern girl,” I said.
“Yeah.” She nodded, looking out the window. “My parents are both still alive and married. My dad is a dentist and my mom teaches first grade.”
“Sounds nice. How’d you end up in Chicago?”
“I went to school here. I got a journalism degree from the University of Chicago.”
“Good school.”
“That’s how I got into all of this. I wanted to make my mark.”
“You’re sure as hell making one now.”
She shrugged and looked at me. “I guess so.”
“What would your parents say about your choice of men?” I asked, smirking at her.
“They’d probably disown me, or maybe try to get you arrested.”