Mia (The Dillinger Chronicles #6)

Prologue

Istared at the double blue lines on one test and the very clear pregnant on the other.

There was no way in hell this shit was happening.

God wouldn’t be so cruel. Picking up the boxes, I checked the expiration dates.

These things had to have been expired. That was the only explanation there could be for a positive pregnancy test.

Nevermind the fact that I’d been allowing this man to play in my guts, no protection in sight. Nevermind that I’d been throwing this ass back on him. Nevermind that every time he was hitting me from the back, I lost all good sense and told him to cum in me.

I asked for this shit, begged for it, even.

A knock on the door caused me to jump. As it opened, I scrambled to hide the boxes and tests. Titan stuck his head in with furrowed brows.

“You’ve been in here forever. What’s going on?”

I frowned because he was at my house uninvited and unannounced.

He showed up stating that we needed to talk.

I didn’t want to talk to him because I knew it would turn into a fight and I didn’t have the energy for that.

Not right now. No matter how many times I told him to leave, he refused, so I locked myself in the bathroom.

What use that did because he picked the lock.

“Can I have some fucking privacy?” I snapped, trying to push him out.

Of course, he wasn’t having that. He fully stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Titan, get out!”

“Nah. You been acting real funny with me, and it ain’t just because we beefing right now. I came over here to have an adult conversation with you and you locked yourself in the damn bathroom? What’s the issue?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. It was no secret to anyone that Titan and I were always fighting. It was hard to love and hate this man at the same time. Titan DeLuca was the bane of my existence and the very man who made my heart stop.

We’d been pitted against each other for most of our lives, and it was hard for love to survive that.

Growing up, I had to be the best. I was one of the few girls training alongside a slew of guys.

They saw me as weak and privileged. I’d heard so many times that I was only there because of who my mother and grandfather were.

It never mattered that I was a better shot, a better fighter, and all around better bitch than half those niggas.

They were always fucking with me, Titan included.

Once he let up, I didn’t care. Like Cardi B said, if we got beef, we got beef forever.

Somewhere between the beefing, we started fucking.

Then we were fucking and fighting. We’d been doing this shit since we were kids and it was getting old. Now I was stuck with this muthafucka.

“Ain’t no issue. I was just trying to take a piss in peace.”

“You lying, and you know how I feel about that shit. What are you in here hiding?”

He tried to reach around me, but I ducked out of his way.

“Titan!”

“Mia! Stop fucking playing me for stupid.”

He grabbed me, pulling me into his chest. Expertly, he locked my arms behind my back and snatched the box from me. Once he saw what it was, he let go of my hands and stared at me. I crossed my arms as he pulled the tests from the box and read the results.

“You’re pregnant?”

I was quiet.

“Mia!”

“Yes!”

“And you were gonna hide it from me?”

“No. I just… what are we gonna do with a baby, Titan?”

“Uh, I don’t know. How about raise it? You ever thought about that?”

I brushed past him and left the bathroom, heading into my bedroom.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“What did you think would happen when you told me to nut in you?”

I spun around and shoved him. “And you were stupid enough to listen to me! I don’t want a baby with you, Titan!”

He looked offended. “Why the hell not?”

“Look at us. We can barely get along for five minutes. You think I wanna spend nine months fighting with you and being stressed out?”

“You think I wanna keep fighting with you period, Mia? Fuck is you talking about? You stress me the fuck out too. The shit is exhausting. If anything, this baby is a sign that we need to get our shit together. I don’t wanna raise my kids in a toxic environment or a broken home.”

I crossed my arms. “You don’t wanna be stuck with me and I don’t wanna be stuck with you. A kid makes us stuck.”

“Well, that’s too damn bad cause you stuck with me for life, love.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

He chuckled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mia, you know I love you. You know I’ve been in love with you. I’m not the one fighting that shit anymore. You fight me on every fucking thing. What are you so afraid of?”

I frowned. “I’m not afraid of anything. I don’t need you, Titan. I barely even want you—”

He laughed in my face. “You a muthafuckin’ lie. Nah, you don’t need me, but you damn sure want me as much as I want you. And I want this baby.”

“I’m not supposed to have a baby right now. I’m leaving for a mission—”

“Oh, you can cancel that mission. You ain’t going nowhere with my baby in you.”

“Excuse you?”

“You heard what I said.”

“And since when do I listen to or answer to you? I’m not one of these bitches.”

He walked over and gently wrapped his fingers around my throat. “No. You ain’t my bitch. You’re my woman. Stop fucking playing with me. You leave here with my baby in your stomach, and I’m hunting you down, on God. You know I don’t fuck around when it comes to mine. You. Are. Mine. Nakupenda.”

He told me he loved me in Swahili. After being around long enough to hear me and my siblings speak the language to each other, I was shocked as hell to find out he’d learned my grandmother’s native tongue.

Well, not too shocked. The nigga had an eidetic memory.

He probably heard or read the shit and never forgot it.

We’d been in the middle of one of our sessions and he was deep in my guts.

The sound of him speaking my grandmother’s native tongue in that deep, sexy tone while he slowly stroked me sent me over the edge.

That was the thing about that man. He irritated me to no end, yet I loved him, but hated him. My feelings for him were a shit show most of the time. Titan didn’t know how serious I was about getting the fuck away from him right now. Tomorrow, I was on the first flight to Paris.

I was tired.

I was tired of looking like a fucking joke to my family.

Tired of always fighting with him. Tired of feeling like I was in an endless cycle with him, us, and this fucked up ass shell of a relationship we had.

I needed a break, but most of all, I needed peace.

I knew I had to be careful, but I was taking this mission one way or the other.