Sixty-Six

VALERIA

"Say something," Dimitri urged.

Only his voice seemed to come from far, far away. I couldn't move. I couldn't even speak. I just kept clutching folds of the bedsheets in my fists. I held on to them as though they were my grip on reality, which they probably were in that moment as I struggled to make sense of what Dimitri had just told me.

I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe that I was caught up in some sort of Mafia like vendetta like in the movies. I was marked. Really bad people were out hunting for me. I would have thought I was having some kind of horrible nightmare if not for the sight of Dimitri's tortured face. I had never seen him looking like that. I would have felt pity for him if I wasn't feeling so many conflicting emotions at the moment. I didn't know whether to feel sad about the deaths of Dimitri's parents and his ex, or angry that Dimitri had dragged me and my baby into this mess. Into his mess.

"Valeria-" he began.

"What? What? I'm still trying to proc