A smile broke out from her.. "No tears on my queens eyes.. " I wiped her tears softly.. "I remember the fierce mafia queen who stationed me in a corner and tormented me every day by standing beside me.. Did that pregnancy dull the sharp edges? Where is that dragon who conquered half of the w
Mirabella The nightmares didn’t stop just because I was safe. Every night I woke up gasping, heart pounding, my hands scrambling over the sheets to find Alex. He was always there. Every time. Holding me close. Stroking my hair. Whispering soft reassurances. "You’re safe, baby." "I’ve g
I slumped onto the ground, curled around my stomach, pretending agony. When Damon stumbled back into the room, still drunk, he barely noticed his missing phone.. Good for me.. He kicked me lazily with his boot. "Still sick, huh?" he muttered. I whimpered, holding my stomach tighter.Showing
Mirabella The days blurred into each other. I kept count the old-fashioned way — scratching lines into the crumbling wall with a rusted nail. One day. Two days. Seventeen. Thirty-four. The first month was pure survival. I ate whatever scraps Damon threw at me. Dry bread, canned beans
I cried. I trembled when he came near. I made sure to be just sick enough—vomiting discreetly, gagging at certain smells—to plant the seed in his poisoned mind. The first time he noticed, it was almost too easy. I was hunched over the grimy sink in the corner of the warehouse, dry-heaving. Dam
Alex I saw red. I slammed the butt of my gun into Marino’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt. He laughed even as he bled into the dirt. "ALEX!" Zephyr barked. "FOCUS!" I sucked in a shaking breath. He was lying. He had to be lying. But somewhere deep inside, I knew —