Five
I Got Plenty O’ Nuttin
Amber
My mother hadn’t lied about the power of food, because it worked. After chipping away night after night, I broke Luca. Broke him with nothing but my mom’s chunky marinara sauce on my side.
And for one small moment that was enough.
But then he brought up Diamond. And oh God…that vicious argument. And now I’m upstairs, in his bed, my belly even heavier with his child than it was three weeks ago. Wondering if he found her and is holding her prisoner, too. Wondering if I’ve dragged another innocent into my mess with Luca.
And then there’s the baby…
“Sorry,” I whisper to the most innocent person on my list of people I need to protect from Luca’s wrath.
Then I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself asleep before he calls it a night. It usually takes him a
