Leroy Kingston.
He is dangerous. He is ruthless and he craves revenge.
As a mafia boss, he's used to simply taking lives out without even blinking. Why didn't it work with Katrina? Was it the fear in those sky-blue eyes that made him start thinkin...
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Back at the dining table, I can only stare at the food. I put the spoon in my mouth from time to time, but I hardly eat the soup inside. Kelly's words weigh heavily on my stomach.
Why on earth did I ask her about it? How could I have not thought that she would try to punch me in the face? Leroy will believe her, of course, just like he believed her yesterday, and then? Is he going to kill me?
Oh no, he would make me regret my whole existence and inflict mental pain on me, but he certainly wouldn't kill me, because he wouldn't enjoy that...
"Katrina, you haven't eaten anything yet!"
I flinch and quickly raise my head, only to look into Olga's confused face. I tense and smile apologetically.
"I'm not really hungry as I've already eaten on the way," I explain quietly and my apologetic smile turns into an embarrassed smile. That sounded really rude! I shouldn't have said that in the first place, because now they've gone to the trouble and I'm not even tasting. Sighing, I'm about to add something else when her expression suddenly brightens.
"You're pregnant!"
I nearly choke on my spit and look up at her from wide eyes as Leroy tenses beside me.
Dangerously slowly, his eyes find their way to mine and I can't help but contort my face in dismay. That asshole doesn't really think I'm pregnant, does he? Unbelievable.
"No, I'm not pregnant. We... eh... we aren't ready yet," I interject, feeling the heat rising to my head and settling on my cheeks, which must now be crimson. I clear my throat as quietly as I can, as my throat now feels quite dry. What do they know?
Do they think we both married for love, or do they know the truth? Because if so, what Olga said is quite ridiculous. She smiles at me and nods in understanding.
"I would prefer it now with a child, so Danny would have a little brother to play with soon. How old is Danny again?" asks Francesca. Kelly rolls her eyes in annoyance. I reach for my fork and shove a potato into my mouth.
"He's five," Leroy answers for once.
"There you go. Perfect time for another child," Francesca says. To be polite, I smile at her, which Leroy surprisingly does the same.
Can someone please change the subject!
"Francesca asked you a question," Leroy suddenly murmurs softly to me.
"What?", I murmur, looking at Francesca.
"I asked what you do for a living?" she repeats her question. My prayer is heard after all.
"I study. Literature," I answer, but inwardly I take a deep breath, because immediately the laughter rings out in my head, clearly shouting at me that I am not studying anything at all anymore, and so it is. I don't study anything anymore. Leroy has taken that away from me. He has taken everything from me.
