"Only way out is death, isn't it?" Luca said.
"Well…" she faltered, searching for the words, her mind swirling. The logic of normal life felt alien here. Her pulse thudded in her ears as she tried to articulate the impossible.
"Are you changing your mind?"
"What? No! But…it's a child…a living, breathing being that we will both be responsible for."
"And?" Luca's brow arched, genuine confusion lacing his tone. He didn't understand. How could she hesitate when the idea seemed like the only thing that made sense to him?
"Luca, in the time we have known each other, I have been held at gunpoint three times, twice by you, you have been stabbed, I have been beaten by one of your men, and ninety percent of the time, we are fighting. You want to raise a family?" Her hands dropped to her sides.
"Me holding you at gunpoint doesn't count. You snuck up on me. And everyone who has threatened you and touched you, I have killed or maimed." He leaned closer.
