I could really kill this bastard tonight.

I could really kill this bastard tonight.


Daisy

"Do I look unattractive?" I asked my reflection, walking into the bedroom wearing nothing but my shower robe.

I stopped right in front of the mirror. I was not used to doing that, but I had to look at myself.

Did I look less attractive than I did a few weeks ago? I could not figure out what was going on.

Carlos was everything I wanted and so much more than that. The date tonight proved that perfectly. He was still the same man he had always been, but there was this small difference that did not feel so small.

He was not all over me anymore.

The Carlos I knew was obsessed with my body. And fuck, he still was. He still told me how beautiful I am and how pretty I looked in everything I wore. But that difference was still there.

He would not grab me and kiss me like he used to. He would not squeeze my ass at every chance he got. He would not even take baths with me.

Like tonight. I suggested we take a bath together, but he kept saying it was fine and I should just go without him. That was not the Carlos I knew. But I did not want to assume things too fast.

The last time something like this happened, Carlos made it clear he had just been busy and he still loved me and my body just as much. That was why I was trying not to jump to any conclusions.

I was going to let him come back to me on his own. At least, I hoped he would.

I hoped Carlos was not avoiding me because he was starting to think I was unattractive. And hell, I hoped he was not avoiding me because I am pregnant.

I rubbed my stomach gently. I was still early in my pregnancy, but Carlos was so impatient that he had invited two doctors over and asked them to come twice a week.

He did not want me going to the hospital. He said it would be too stressful for me.

I giggled at that thought.

Carlos was spoiling me. Way too much.

"Gold." The door pushed open and he walked into the room.

The smile on my face had not completely faded as he came toward me.

"Your smile makes everything brighter." He hugged me from behind and lowered his head toward my neck like he was going to kiss it.

I felt a little relieved, but then he lifted his head and kissed my cheek instead.

Do not get me wrong. Cheek kisses were great too. Perfect even. And I loved forehead kisses. But it seemed like Carlos was purposely avoiding kissing me anywhere else or touching me anywhere else.

"Did you enjoy the date?"

"Very much." I told him the truth.

"But you flattered me way too much."

"What you call flattery are words that are not even close to describing how perfect you are for me. How is our baby doing?" He asked, moving his hand down to my stomach.

"Perfect, but I can not feel our baby yet." I laughed.

"But I can." He replied, and I laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah, you can." I kept laughing.

Carlos turned me to face him, and then he dropped to his knees and kissed my stomach.

"I love you too." He said it loud enough for me to hear, and I could not stop smiling.

"Tell me, Gold. What else can I do to make you happy? The doctor did say the mother has to be happy for the baby to be healthy."

Mother. That word sounded a little strange but also so wonderful. I was really going to be a mother. I had thought about it several times over the week, but I still could not get used to it.

I was going to be the mother of Carlos's kids.

"You already make me more than happy." I answered him, and that small smile appeared on his face.

Fuck. Carlos was so damn handsome. He got back on his feet, towering over me.

"We are going on a vacation." He announced suddenly.

"A vacation?" My eyebrows pulled together.

"Yes, Gold. Leaving the country might make you even happier, and do you not think it would be perfect for us?" He asked.

"Thank you so much." I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"You do not have to thank me, Gold. You know that."

"No, thank you, Carlos."

His arms wrapped around me. Slowly.

"No." He said, his voice clear and full of feeling. "Thank you, Gold. Thank you for choosing to be with me."

"Thank you." He said it again.

And then his phone rang, breaking the beautiful moment.

"Shit." Carlos cursed under his breath as I pulled back from him.

He took the phone from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed before pulling me back into the hug.

"I want to keep holding you." He said, and my heart fluttered.

The phone rang again, but this time we both ignored it, standing there and holding each other for a while before we finally let go.

Just as we were pulling apart, Carlos's phone beeped.

"I swear I am killing this guy." He groaned, and I laughed.

He picked up the phone, and his expression turned dark. I knew what that meant right away. Carlos always seemed to become someone else, someone darker, whenever he got messages about the mafia business.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket and walked up to me, sweeping me off my feet.

I smiled as he lowered me gently onto the bed and kissed my forehead.

Forehead. Again. I grabbed his arm to stop him from pulling away, and as fast as I could, I kissed his lips.

I heard him groan softly. It sounded like a groan of pleasure.

"I love you, Gold." He whispered, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I will be back." He broke the eye contact suddenly and left the room.

What exactly was wrong with him? Or with me?

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Carlos 

I shut the door behind me and let out a groan before looking down at the bulge in my trousers. I had gotten hard just from that quick kiss of hers.

Good thing I was able to leave fast. Good thing I did not act like some uncontrolled bastard who wanted nothing but her body.

I pulled my phone out and, still leaning against the wall, checked the message. It was from Andro. A list of names. The names I had asked for. I was still going through them when Andro called. Again.

I could really kill this bastard tonight.

I answered the call.

"Speak. This had better be something good."

"Boss, I was trying to find everyone connected to Sandro, and then I figured something out. Sandro has been having a fuck relationship with Irene's mother. The one we got rid of. He has been fucking her for years. She was..."

"Get straight to the point. I do not care who fucks who."

"Irene. She might be Sandro's daughter."

"Irene? Sandro's daughter?" I felt a little surprised. "Well, she is dead now, so that does not matter." I added.

"One of the men we bought over reported that Irene is currently living in Sandro's home. She is alive."

I went quiet for a few seconds.

"Have that man report directly to me."

"Yes boss."