Chapter 22
The sooner I knock her up, the better. My need for her is bordering on insanity, and I can’t dull the warning inside of me that tells me she’s going to hate me, she’s going to run and never look back. What then?
Both Oliver and I will be without her, when she was always meant to be by my side. She was put in my path for a purpose, one other than serving as a nanny to my son.
She was meant to be his mother. If only things could have been different and he hadn’t got lumbered with the bitch he did. Now that she’s out of the picture, I intend to do everything in my power to ensure my son has what he deserves—Ellie.
The way she handles him with such intuition and ease has my cock pleading to fill her with babies, one after the fucking other. Yet, I know if I let her in on my little plan to impregnate her, I risk scaring her off. At only just eighteen and not part of this world, she won’t understand it. No, I need to continue with my plan to keep her at all costs.
“Are you even listening, Rafael? What has gotten into you?” Kendal bites out. Her red talons tap on my desk. “It’s not like you to knock me back.” Hurt laces her words, and if I was a better person, I’d sympathize, but I’m not.
“I’m done with you.”
“Done with me?” she gasps. “What the hell does that even mean?”
I flick my finger from her to me and back again. “Us. We’re done.”
“We’re not done, Rafael. Our families work together.”
“Find someone else to send over from the office, then,” I grit out as I stare back at her, the hurt in her eyes quickly replaced with spite.
“Is this about the little girl in the kitchen? You were affectionate toward her.”
Hmm, clearly the little bitch has noticed too much. I should deny it, but I don’t intend on denying her. Not when I plan on having her as the mother of my children.
“Her name’s Ellie. Either use it or don’t address her at all. Preferably the latter.”
Kendal’s mouth falls open, and there’s not so much as a flicker of interest from my cock to fill it.
“You’re really choosing her, over me?”
“There was never a choice. You know that.”
Her eyes narrow and she sits straighter. “We can still work together.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Absolutely not. I won’t have her disrespected. Now leave before I have you escorted off the estate.”
She exhales loudly and fakes a laugh. “Rafael, this is silly. We’ve known each other a long time.”
“I saw the way you looked at her, Kendal. You and I both know what a bitch you are to the women I sleep with. I won’t have you treat her the same way. She’s staying.”
“For how long?” She lifts a brow and pouts while crossing her legs slowly. I avoid looking between her thighs, knowing she forgoes panties when she comes to my office.
“She’s going to be Oliver’s mother.”
The shock on her face would be amusing if it didn’t have a hint of disgust.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“No more than you still sitting here. Do I need to call security?” I lift my phone, and she pushes back her chair.
“You’ll regret losing me, Rafael. Your father won’t be happy!” she declares while pulling open my office door with a loud huff.
“Go suck his cock instead, Kendal!” I chuckle as she slams my door shut, then I sag back into my chair with relief.
My phone vibrates with a call from Kai.Pressing the answer, his gruff voice fills the room. “You told Kendal to fuck off!” I roll my neck from side to side, reveling in the crack that frees up the movement but pissed at how it’s known before she’s even off my property. Another fucking downside to the Mafia.
No privacy.
“Hmm.”
Kai chuckles. “Rocco passed a job onto Tommy last night. Think he was balls deep in his woman.”
“As long as the job gets done. Was it anything to be concerned about?”
“No, Tommy dealt with it,” he confirms.
“See you at The Vineyard.” I end the call.
Why Tommy insists on shunning his responsibilities is beyond me. He’s a petulant brat who needs to man the fuck up and get over his past. Pain surges through me thinking about someone taking Ellie away from me like our father did to him. Is that how my younger brother felt?
Only now can I begin to imagine.
Dread freezes my bloodstream, making my lungs feel like they’re being crushed.
I can’t lose my little doll.
I refuse to.