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  Dante comes over. He’s made a drink for them both, and the one for Sash he places in front of her. Ice cracks against the treacle brown liquid.

  “You might need that for the shock”, Dante says.

  Sash turns the glass in her hands. One secret they can never take away.

  “Dante”, she says. “I have something I need to tell you.”

  Dante sits forwards on the edge of his seat. He’s sat away from Sash, distracted perhaps by what’s going on, to feel the need in this moment to be close to her. His concentration has shifted in the last couple of hours. He has to set this right, and he still has no idea what he’s going to do. Not only that, he’s clearly made a mistake with Henry, and for that, he’s going to have to take responsibility. For a brief moment, Dante wonders whether what Sash wants to tell him is something he should have seen already. After all, it was Sash that wanted to let the whole world know about their affair. He cocks his head, tastes the possibility of it, works it around his lips and over his tongue. Surely, she couldn’t. Surely Sash didn’t have the balls to do that.

  “Go on”, he says, more curious now than ever to hear her confession.

  Was this her plan all along? Coming back to him and forcing him to stay by making the whole world know about them? She didn’t have to, not like this. Oh, Sash, you didn’t have to.

  Sash bites her lip. She puts her hand on her belly without thinking about it, but Dante doesn’t pick up on the gesture. He’s too busy framing her for something she didn’t do.

  She looks to the ground and then back up to her stepbrother, her skin already flushing red. She can feel two hearts beating inside her. The words on the tip of her tongue. Her mouth open, ready to say them. One simple sentence. Dante, I’m pregnant.

  The photos in the back of Henry’s car. He didn’t put them there, Sash did, it’s obvious now. The intimate way they were shot. Who else could have known, but her? How did he not see it before?

  Dante stands, and before the words can come out of her mouth, he’s clapping.

  Sash looks at her stepbrother like he’s gone mad.

  “Brilliant, Sash, absolutely brilliant.”

  He can’t work out whether he’s mad she’s deceived him or impressed she’s been able to.

  “I had no idea”, he continues.

  Sash wonders whether he’s guessed. They regard each other a moment, Sash utterly confused about what’s going on. She doesn’t know whether she needs to tell him, or whether she needs to worry about how he’s reacting. In the end she doesn’t say anything at all, and just sits there in her seat, her shoulders and cheeks going crimson red, which only serves to reinforce Dante’s misguided beliefs even further.

  “Why did you do it, Sash?” Dante asks, dark storms brewing in his eyes.

  Her secret. And without her telling him, he knows.

  “Did you think I didn’t love you, was that it? You didn’t trust me?”

  “I’m sorry, Dante”, Sash blurts out. “I did it for us.”

  “There might not be an us”, Dante says. “Did you ever think about that?”

  “No”, Sash says, shaking her head.

  For Dante, it’s unclear whether she says it as a response to his question or for the real reason, which is as a denial to the prospect of them not being together.

  “This is the last thing that we need if you want us to be together”, Dante says. “I thought I was clear on that.”

  “Please, don’t say that. I love you, Dante. We can make this work.”

  Dante swirls the dark liquid around in his glass, clattering the ice against the edges. Sash can tell he’s pissed off. Maybe she’s made a huge mistake. Maybe she should have aborted it.

  “That wasn’t your decision to make alone”, Dante says.

  “I’m sorry”, Sash says. “I was going to tell you before, it’s just, I never got the chance.”

  “Yeah, right. You would have gone through with it anyway, wouldn’t you, no matter what I did? That was your plan from the very start wasn’t it? Your plan to make sure you got me.”

  Sash shakes her head. She’s up on her feet now, in front of Dante, trying to placate him. Dante shakes off her touch.

  “No, I promise”, Sash says. “It wasn’t like that.”

  “I’ve done everything for you, Sash. I’ve been open and honest, and more than generous with my affection and my money. I don’t know why you continue to distrust me, and which parts of “I love you”, you don’t seem to understand. This will ruin us, although it’s too late to go back now, I suppose. You’ll see what you’ve done when we get to New York and we have to deal with the shit storm. You saw it already this morning.”

  Sash is confused again. She has no idea what the events of this morning have to do with their baby, unless he’s talking about what happens after people find out.

  “Please, Dante”, Sash says. “I thought you’d want this. Don’t you think it’s perfect?”

  “How is jeopardizing my career perfect?” Dante says.

  “People will understand.”

  “You have too much faith in people.”

  “Yeah? And maybe you have too little.”

  Dante finishes his drink and stares at the semi melted ice cubes, sat in the bottom of the glass like snowmen’s bollocks. Sash uses the moment to close the distance between them again. She takes Dante’s glass away, and he lets her do so, only because he thinks she might fill it up again for him.

  “It’ll be fine”, Sash says, taking his hand in hers.

  This is the father of her unborn child. This is Dante, her one true love. She has to know, she can’t hold it in any longer. Sash takes his hand and places it against her belly, spreading out his fingers in a gesture that can mean only one thing. Dante’s eyes go wide as it finally dawns on him.

  Sash looks up.

  “Jason Walker is dead”, she says.

  “You’re pregnant”, Dante says, pulling his hand away. “Fuck, Sash, you’re pregnant.”

  He can see it now, he can see it so clearly he can’t believe he didn’t before. Her glow, her smile, everything about her. Dante stumbles back to his seat, overwhelmed by this new information. Sash watches him, keen to try and pick out sense in his reaction.

  “Did you hear what I said?”

  Dante is shaking his head, trying to come to terms with it. “You’re pregnant. I can’t believe you’re pregnant. Do they know about this?”

  “Jason Walker is dead”, Sash says again, ignoring his question.

  “Who is Jason Walker?” Dante asks angrily, trying his best to pretend not to know the name.

  “Did you kill him?” Sash asks, exploding uncontrollably into fitful tears as she does so.

  It’s the question that has been going around her head ever since she heard the news. One minute Dante has no idea who he is and the next minute he’s dead. Is taking her virginity for the first time going to be responsible for ending his life?

  Dante looks over to her like she’s lost her mind. “Sash, what the hell are you talking about? Who is Jason Walker?”

  “Did you kill him because he took my virginity?”

  Dante is up now, trying to comfort his stepsister. Sash pushes him away, refusing to let him get in close until she’s absolutely sure.

  “Is that why you asked me his name?”

  “Slow down a second, Sash”, Dante says. “Jason Walker is the guy who took your virginity, and now he’s dead?”

  Sash nods her head. Tears babble out of her eyes like water running through a fast flowing stream. She looks completely overwhelmed.

  “And you think I had something to do with it?”

  “Did you?” Sash asks.

  “why would I do that?”

  “I don’t know”, Sash says. “Because I let him do something I didn’t let you do.”

  “Jesus Christ, Sash, I’m not a monster. You’re talking about killing someone. Do you even realize what you are saying to me.”

  “Please, Dante”, Sas
h says. “Swear to me you had nothing to do with it.”

  “Sash, look at me. Come here and look at me.”

  Reluctantly Sash lets Dante get close enough to be able to hold her initially by the shoulders and then firmly under the chin. He tilts her head so she’s looking up to him, directly into those magic, storm-filled eyes.

  “I would never do anything like that.”

  A long moment passes while Sash holds his gaze. Finally, she looks away and sighs heavily, the weight of her accusation already bearing back down on her. “Jesus, Dante, I’m sorry.”

  Dante can’t help but laugh. “Why would you think that?” he says. “Of all the crazy things.”

  Now Sash lets him take her in his arms. “I don’t know”, she says, resting her head against his chest. “It’s just, I told you his name two weeks ago, and now he’s dead. Why did you even ask me his name?”

  Dante kisses the top of her head. “To know, Sash, that’s all. To know.”

  “I’m sorry”, Sash says again.

  Dante smooths the hair over her ear. “I can’t believe you are pregnant”, he says.

  Now Sash giggles. She can’t believe she thought her Dante was a killer. Just thinking it now makes it all seem so stupid.

  “Are you mad?” Sash asks.

  “Yes”, Dante says. “You should have told me earlier.”

  “I know”, Sash says, “I just couldn’t ever find the right time.”

  “You didn’t have to tell the whole world, you know”, Dante says, pulling away from her momentarily.

  Sash doesn’t know initially what he’s referring to. “This?” she says finally, putting her hand up to demonstrate it. “That wasn’t me. I’m as shocked as you are.”

  “That ransom note wasn’t you?” Now Dante is confused. “If it wasn’t you, who was it?”

  “I have no idea”, Sash says, “but we should probably work out what we are going to say.”

  Dante breaks away from Sash to refill his glass. If it wasn’t Sash, and it wasn’t Henry, who the fuck was it?

  “You know I’m going to have to punish you”, Dante says. “For telling me you were on the pill.”

  Just the thought of it makes Sash’s knees weak. For Dante, he can hardly believe his stepsister has deceived him.

  “You took what wasn’t yours”, Dante continues, his back still to her.

  She stole his seed and is carrying his baby. He’d never tell her, but the idea makes his cock tingle so much he might have to punish her right here on his private plane. She’s even more devious than he is. The perfect couple. Whiskey fizzes over the ice cubes while Sash can’t wait for her stepbrother to turn round to her. “That makes me very angry”, he says.

  Now he turns around. Leaning up against the bar, he casually brings the glass to his mouth. The whiskey tastes peaty and warm as it slides down to his stomach. Sash holds her hands protectively over her belly. She feels weak in his presence, embarrassed by the way he knows she’s looking at him. Her secret is out, and she’s not sure if it’s more dangerous now that it’s in his hands or not. It’s certainly more real.

  “Will you let me have it?” Sash says, unsure where the question has come from.

  Dante lets a long moment pass before he answers.

  “Let’s see what happens in New York.”

  Chapter 4

  They have no idea what they expect to find in the trunk of the car, or indeed whether they’ll find anything there at all. However convincing the call that came in was, they get a handful of these every month that lead to nothing, so Officer Lopez, the senior of the two men tasked with finding out, is skeptical at best.

  The newish model Ford is parked in the lower section of a central underground car parking site, half disguised by shadow. From the outside it just looks like any other car, but despite that, the two men approach slowly, with guns drawn, in the event that the whole thing is a ruse.

  There is just enough light to see through the windows, and a quick glance reveals nothing out of the ordinary. A coffee cup in the drinks holster, manuals stuffed in the glove compartment, a hi-vis jacket on the back seat. What would the car of a construction worker be doing with a hostage tied up in the back?

  Lopez nods to his partner and then nods to the trunk. Jones walks forward to try the catch, stepping back when he finds it locked. Lopez makes another signal. He balls his hand up into a fist and twists it silently against the air. Jones understands immediately. He heads back to the car, makes a strong fist and thumps twice on the metal.

  The sound echoes around the concrete carport, spinning against the walls and disappearing up towards street level. The two officers wait for a response, but nothing comes. Jones places his ear to the metal lid to see if he can hear anything beyond it. If there is someone trapped inside, there is a chance he could already be dead.

  Jones shakes his head. Lopez shrugs his shoulders. The two men stand side by side, looking at the back end of the car, as if trying to work out how best to proceed.

  They have no tools to open it up. When they caught the call they were the closest patrol car to the spot. The request was to check it out. As far as Lopez is concerned, he’s done that. If there is someone in the back of the car, and they didn’t respond to the pounding on the metal, which anyone within a hundred meters will have heard, he figures they must already be dead, and if they are already dead, it’s not his problem. While he thinks about this, ready to pack his gun away and send it up the line, Jones has approached the car again, and found the front door to be unlocked.

  He clicks it open and looks at Lopez. Lopez gives him a shake of the head that means the last thing he wants to do is open the trunk up and find a body cut into minute little pieces. He’d prefer to wait for someone else to do that so it doesn’t spoil his lunch. Jones ignores his partner and proceeds instead. There is a catch to the right of the accelerator pedal that opens the trunk up when pressed. Jones makes sure his partner is prepared, which means he’s stood at least five meters away from the trunk with his gun pointed directly at what might jump out of it, dead or alive, gets himself into a position from which he can quickly remove himself from and presses the release catch.

  The lid pops and the trunk yawns open a handful of inches. Jones quickly joins his partner, and the two men stand there for a moment guns held high. When they are sure the lid isn’t going to lift itself any further on its own, and they’ve made absolutely sure that nothing is going to jump out of it, the look at each other, nod gravely and go to the car. Jones is a little more confident in matters like this, and here he is the man that begins to take charge. At the edge of the car, and with one hand on his gun, Jones lifts the lid.

  Inside the trunk, amongst paint cans and assorted items of an industrial nature, curled up in a fetal ball, hands behind his back, legs bound and tape wrapped twice across his mouth is Henry. His skin is gray, his eyes are closed and there is absolutely no sign of movement.

  “Fuck”, Jones says.

  The two partners look at each other and then back to the stranger curled up in the back of the car.

  “Do you think he’s dead?” Lopez says.

  Jones holsters his gun and reaches out to touch the bare skin of Henry’s arm.

  “He’s cold”, Jones says. “Really cold.”

  “I didn’t ask you whether he was cold, I asked you whether he was dead”, Lopez says. “Check his pulse.”

  Lopez still has his gun pointed at Henry as though bound up and unresponsive is still cause to believe he’s a threat.

  Jones moves his hand up to Henry’s neck, pushing insistently against the soft tissue to try to find a pulse. Lopez waits patiently, his own heart rate increasing so much both officers can hear it.

  Jones looks at his partner gravelly and shakes his head.

  “Nothing”, he says.

  Just then, Henry’s eyes flash open, and he begins to wriggle about in the trunk violently, like a fish just pulled out of water. Lopez shits himself so much from the surpris
e, he drops his gun and a round fires off accidentally, ricocheting against a nearby column.

  Lopez hurries after his pistol, ready to stick it in Henry’s belly for causing him such a shock. Jones pulls away too, his gun gripped firmly in his hands.

  When both of them realize that not only is Henry not dead, but that he doesn’t pose either of them a threat, they holster their guns again and go to him.

  Jones cuts the rope away from his arms and legs, and pulls him upright. With his hands free, Henry rips at the tape that has been covering his mouth, before gulping down large intakes of air and composing himself.

  “Am I pleased to see you fellas”, Henry says, his arm rested casually on Lopez’s shoulder. “I thought I was going to die without getting a final smoke.”

  Chapter 5

  Even though he wants to, Dante makes a point of denying Sash sex on the plane back to New York. She has deceived him and he wants to punish her, even if in doing so he ends up punishing himself. There is nothing more he would like to do then fuck her hard at ten thousand feet in the air, but Dante knows how powerful anticipation is, and besides which, he can’t show he stepsister that she can get away with what she has done. He’ll wait, and both of them will enjoy it more because of it.

  There have been so many revelations in the last twenty four hours, Dante can hardly keep up. He’s going to be a father again, this time with Sash. It is another perfect element to their incredible story so far, even though he would never tell Sash he felt that way. He always wanted it, of course, even though he could easily have waited for a bit longer as well. If she’s carrying his child, there is no way she’ll want to fool around with anyone else. Just knowing that makes Dante’s cock so rock hard it could pierce through lead. And it’ll be their child together. A child with the only girl he has ever wanted to be with. Oliver will always be special, but the baby that Sash is carrying takes them to another level of commitment entirely. Not only has he taken her virginity, he’s also impregnated her. If there was anything better in the world, Dante didn’t know of it.