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ABABY? MIA HAD A fucking baby. Where was this child? Was I a father?

I had to assume this was connected to her leaving me while I was laid up in the hospital. We’d made love when I’d returned from deployment, and then she’d left to go to San Francisco. But she hadn’t visited Joaquín that full year which was odd. It was like she had vanished after I came back from the middle east. Completely. No trace. I mean, this bitch was psycho. Like that chick from Gone Girl.

I hadn’t noticed the scar before, not when she’d stripped for me or had spent the night at my place. I’d been too focused on trying to fuck her. But I was a goddamn Navy SEAL corpsman—I knew what a C-section scar looked like.

Done. I was so fucking done with her mind games. She could waste the rest of her life trying to help Joaquín, but I would no longer be her pawn.

I wouldn’t even consider that I was wrong—Ksenya was Mia. She was. I was surer about that than I was about the sky being fucking blue.

I had to find out if her kid was alive if my possible kid was alive. If she’d had my child and had kept him or her from me, I’d fucking lose my mind.

Maybe she had cheated on me. Although I never saw any signs of that, I can’t assume anything about this chick to be true anymore.

Where was this fucking baby? I wouldn’t rest until I found out what had happened to him or her.

Fuck. I couldn’t believe it. She was my Achilles’ heel. And if we had a child together, I would never be free from her. She would be in my life forever.

I had to figure out what the fuck was going on and call her on her bullshit now. No more playing games.

Time to live by our motto. A Navy SEAL never makes the same mistake twice.