Sweet Revenge. Эбби Грин

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      The decision not to inform Marcello about his impending fatherhood continued through pregnancy, initially due to fear of a possible miscarriage, and afterwards Shannay had become so fiercely maternal, enlightening him just hadn’t been a considered option.

      As a precaution, she’d covered her tracks successfully, resorting to her late mother’s maiden name and ensuring any mail directed to her arrived via a circuitous route.

      Now, almost four years after fleeing Madrid, life was good.

      Ordered, she elaborated mentally. She owned an apartment in a modern, upscale building in suburban Applecross, and she worked the five-to-midnight shift as a registered pharmacist not far from her home. Ideal, for it enabled her to spend the days with Nicki, and for her to also pay Anna, a kindly widow in a neighbouring apartment, to sit with Nicki each evening.

      ‘Can I take some candyfloss home to share with Anna?’

      Nicki’s earnest expression was pleadingly angelic.

      ‘I promise I’ll brush my teeth afterwards.’

      Shannay opened her mouth to offer the diced organic cantaloupe melon she’d stored in a small container as a snack in her backpack, only to change her mind. ‘OK.’ And refrained from adding any caution. What was a visit to a carnival without sampling candyfloss?

      Nicki’s face lit up with delighted pleasure. ‘Love you, Mummy. You’re the best.’

      Shannay hugged her daughter close. ‘Love you, too, imp.’ She laughed and bent low to kiss Nicki’s cheek. ‘Candyfloss it is. Then we hit the road for home.’

      She lifted her head … and froze with shock as her gaze locked on two people she’d thought never to see again. Hoping no member of the Martinez family would ever cross her path.

      What were the chances, when they resided on opposite sides of the world?

      And why here, at a carnival camped on council park grounds in suburban Perth?

      Did a heart stop beating? She was willing to swear hers did before it accelerated again into a maddened tattoo.

      Recognition was clearly apparent, and with it the indisputable knowledge there could be no escape.

      ‘Shannay.’ There was an imperceptible pause as Sandro Martinez marshalled his expression into polite civility.

      Her chin lifted as she held Marcello’s younger brother’s intently speculative gaze as it shifted to Nicki and lingered over-long, before returning to fix on her own.

      ‘Sandro.’ Cool, polite … she could do both. ‘Luisa,’ she acknowledged the young woman at his side.

      She had to get away. Now.

      ‘Mummy?’

      No. From the mouth of an innocent child came the one word which removed any element of doubt as to whom Nicki belonged.

      Shannay saw Sandro’s mouth tighten into an uncompromising line. ‘Your daughter?’

      Before she could offer a word, Nicki offered a solemnly voiced— ‘My name is Nicki, and I’m three.’

      Oh, sweetheart, she almost groaned aloud. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?

      The silent accusation in Sandro’s dark eyes alarmed her, and she had no doubt had she been alone he’d have delivered a blistering no-holds-barred denunciation.

      The Martinez familial ties were so strong Shannay knew there wasn’t a snowflake’s chance in hell that Sandro would remain silent.

      She barely resisted the urge to gather Nicki into her arms and run, test the speed limit to the place she called home … and pack. Take a flight to the east coast and lose herself in another city.

      ‘If you’ll excuse me?’ she managed coolly. ‘We’re already late.’

      Shannay tightened her hold on Nicki’s hand, then she turned away and forced herself to walk with controlled ease toward the exit, her back straight and her head held high.

      Pride. She had it in spades. And she refused to take a backward glance as they were swallowed up by the crowd.

      Could a stomach twist into a painful ball? It felt as if hers did, and the blood in her veins turned to ice as she clipped Nicki into her booster seat in the rear of her compact sedan.

      ‘We forgot the candyfloss.’

      Oh, hell. ‘We’ll get some on the way home.’ The supermarket sold it in packets. She fired the engine and put the car in drive.

      ‘It won’t be the same,’ Nicki offered without rancour.

      No, it wouldn’t. Oh, damn. Dammit, she cursed beneath her breath. If they hadn’t taken another turn on the merry-go-round …

      But they had done. And it was too late for recriminations now.

      Shannay headed towards her suburban apartment and went into automatic pilot as she bathed and changed Nicki, readied herself for work, then she handed her daughter into Anna’s care and drove to the pharmacy.

      Somehow she managed to get through the evening, dispensing medications and offering advice to customers who sought it.

      Concern, fear, dread … the palpable mix heightened her tension to almost breaking point, and by closing time she’d developed a doozy of a headache.

      It was a relief to reach the sanctuary of her apartment, thank Anna, check on Nicki, then undress and slip into bed.

      But not to sleep.

      Estimating her estranged husband’s reaction on discovering she had a child … his child, didn’t bear thinking about.

      Could she insist he wasn’t Nicki’s father?

      A hollow laugh rose and died in her throat.

      All Marcello had to do was insist on a DNA paternity test to shoot that one out of the water.

      And afterwards?

      A slight shiver shook her slender form.

      Marcello was a ruthless strategist, possessed of sufficient power and wealth to dispense with anyone or anything that might stand in his path.

      Shannay was the exception.

      She’d make sure of it.

      No one would be permitted to come between her and Nicki.

       No one.

      A resolve which remained uppermost when she woke next morning, and strengthened with each passing hour. Together with an increasing degree of nervous tension.

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