Dante was losing his mind.

He was damned sure what was left of his fucking mind would be turned into shreds by the damn thoughts that wouldn’t leave him.

Shadows deepened around his dark eyes as the hours dragged on, each minute adding to the storm brewing inside him. No matter how he tried to focus on his work, one report kept gnawing at his mind like a relentless itch. Annabelle was pregnant.

He couldn't stand it. The thought of her carrying a child...someone else’s child was a bitter pill he could barely swallow.

As much as he tried to shake it off, the image lingered, infuriating him.

It was...