Michal’s POV Being part of the mafia often demands an unyielding exterior, a toughened skin that serves as armor in a dangerous world. The ability to project a sense of impenetrable strength is a necessity, especially during missions where any sign of vulnerability could lead to dire consequences. However, this facade becomes exponentially more challenging to maintain when facing personal tribulations, particularly when they involve those you love, such as Sabrina. News of Sabrina losing the baby hit with a force I wasn't prepared for. The grief was profound, an emotional battleground that I navigated with the awareness that I had to remain stoic and composed for the sake of others. It's a learned behavior, born from years of entrenchment in an unforgiving environment where emotions can be weaponized against you. Yet, behind closed doors, without the prying eyes of the outside world, the cracks in my façade began to show. Sabrina is grappling with a pain that words c
Sabrina’s POV “Michael, what should we do?” I asked, feeling overwhelmed. “It’s your choice, Sabrina. Do you want to go through it today, or let nature decide?” he replied gently. His words stirred my emotions, and I broke down in tears. Michael quickly embraced me, providing comfort. Everything felt confusing. I don’t believe in abortion, and the thought of taking action today feels wrong to me. It's so complicated. I may not be able to have kids due to my past—a secret known only to my friend Shelly. But with Michael holding me, I realize it’s time to share my truth with him. “Michael, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said softly, feeling ready to open up. His kind eyes encouraged me, assuring me that I’m not alone in this. I know after I tell him that he’s going to be upset and try taking matters into his own hands due to who he is, but it’s in the past for a reason and that’s where I needed to stay. “ What is it babe? What do you have to tell me?” he asks
Sabrina’s POV —Trigger Warning about Miscarriages— I can't believe how terrified I was to tell Michael about the possible miscarriage I might be experiencing. Whether it's due to my trust issues or some intangible fear lurking inside, I was certain he'd be upset with me, blaming me for it all. But thankfully, he isn't. He's been nothing but understanding and supportive, wrapping me in kind words, reassuring me that it's not my fault and that things like this sometimes happen. Now, here we are, making our way to Dr. Gray’s office for a much-needed check-up. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope that I'm simply bleeding and not experiencing a miscarriage. I cling to that hope as I clutch Michael’s hand, finding strength in his presence beside me. The pain forces me to pause every few minutes, and I can't help but worry. The pad I'm wearing serves as a grim reminder, absorbing the blood that signals the uncertainty we're facing. I dread the thought of creating a scene, but de
Michal’s POV Something I thought would never happen again is seeing my baby girl again. After her, Shelly and a few of our men rescued us from the perilous grips of San Juans Island, felt nothing short of miraculous. I had been trapped in a storm of uncertainty and despair for what felt like an eternity, and life had become nothing but a string of endless, dreary days. Yet, the moment Sabrina appeared before my eyes, hope rekindled within me like a bright, flickering flame. It felt as though everything wrong in the world seamlessly began to realign itself, beautifully falling into place at her arrival. The rush of emotions that coursed through me was indescribable. My heart, so long weighed down by the burden of separation and fear, leapt with a renewed vigor. As soon as my gaze met hers, she let the water work flow and it made me realize how much she actually did love me and care. I promised myself to never let her feel that way again. Fear was still evident in he
Sabrina’s POV “As soon as we get home I want you checked out completely by doctor Gray. You guys have been missing for a week now and you're all a lot skinnier than what you was when you left.” I look at Michal with a look that says I’m not playing around. He nods his head and kisses me deeply and says “I’ve missed you so much baby girl. I’ve also missed it when your bossy sass mode comes forward. I didn’t think we would ever get off this damn island. I’m thankful you all found us but we all won’t be heading back like we left.” Seeing Michal and Sebastian so vulnerable and broken pierces through me, shattering my heart into a thousand aching pieces. I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. "Why, Mich? Why won’t everyone be coming back?" I ask, desperate for answers, even though I know deep down what he means. Mr. Picket, our steadfast pilot, who always had a kind word and a reassuring smile, Trevor who could lift everyone’s spirits with a joke, Max with his quiet
Michal’s POV Startled by the urgency in the guard's tone, I quickly shifted my gaze from the fire’s mesmerizing dance to the vast, dark canopy above. There, about a mile away, silhouetted against the dimming blue of the evening sky, was the unmistakable outline of a small aircraft slicing its way through the air. Its presence was both surreal and electrifying given our isolation and the endless stretch of wilderness that had been our reluctant home. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, mingling hope with disbelief. Could this truly be the salvation we had been longing for? After days of waiting, continuously scanning the skies with longing eyes, longing for any sign of rescue to affirm our hope and mend our spirits, this plane could indeed be the answer to our prayers. The flame that flickered in the pit was now mirrored in my heart, as a roaring blaze of anticipation and resolve. "Keith, yes, that’s definitely a plane!" I exclaimed, trying and failing to suppre