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CHAPTER 7. CAPTIVE
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2026-02-06 16:06:43MIA POV
Max’s smile makes my skin crawl.We’re in some kind of storage room. My hands are zip-tied to a metal chair that’s connected to the floor. Professional. Like he’s done this before.“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” Max says calmly, like we’re having tea instead of a kidnapping.“Austin said you wanted leverage.” My voice shakes though I tried my best to stay calm.“Austin says a lot of things.” Max stands, circling my chair slo
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His surrogate my betrayal CHAPTER 7. CAPTIVE
MIA POVMax’s smile makes my skin crawl. We’re in some kind of storage room. My hands are zip-tied to a metal chair that’s connected to the floor. Professional. Like he’s done this before.“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” Max says calmly, like we’re having tea instead of a kidnapping.“Austin said you wanted leverage.” My voice shakes though I tried my best to stay calm.“Austin says a lot of things.” Max stands, circling my chair slowly. “No, Mia. I don’t need leverage. I need insurance.”“Against what?”“Against Angelo doing something stupid. Like believing he can save everyone.” Max stops in front of me. “My nephew has a hero complex. Thinks he can win every fight, save every life. It’s draining.”“So you’re going to kill me to prove he can’t?”“Kill you? No, dear. You’re far more useful alive.” His hand rests on my shoulder. I flinch. “You see, Angelo’s been searching for you for seven
His surrogate my betrayal CHAPTER 6 BROTHERS
MIA POVAustin’s gun is three feet away from my face.“Step away from her, Angelo.” Austin’s voice is calm. Too calm. “This doesn’t have to be messy.”Angelo moves in front of me. “You’re not taking her.”“I’m not asking.” Austin adjusts his aim now pointed at Angelo’s chest. “I’ve got twelve men in this garage. Derek’s team are upstairs. You’re outnumbered and outgunned. So here’s what’s going to happen, “Mr I’m so tough.” Mia comes with me. You walk away. Everyone lives.”“And if I refuse?”Austin smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “Then I shoot you, take her anyway, and Mom buries another son. Your choice, brother.”My heart bears so fast. Angelo’s hand finds mine behind his back, squeezes once. A message I don’t understand.I wish I understood stuffs like this. Damn,“Why do you want her?” Angelo asks. “She’s just a surrogate. Doesn’t mean anything.”The words sting, heck they hurt so much even though I know he’s lying.“Because she’s has the upper hand here..” Austin’s gun doesn’
His surrogate my betrayal CHAPTER 5 THE WAREHOUSE
Angelo ’s face goes pale as he stares at his phone.I’ve never seen him this frightened before. Angry, yes. Cold, absolutely. But this raw terror that flashes across his features makes my stomach drop.“What is it?” I ask.He doesn’t answer. Just gave me the phone.The photo shows two people, a man and woman in their sixties, both bound to chairs, tape over their mouths.“Your parents?” I whisper. “But they’re supposed to be”“Dead. I know.” Angelo’s voice is hollow. “Max found them. I don’t know how, but he found them.”Derek reads the message over my shoulder. “It’s a trap. Obviously.”“I know that too.”“You’re not to make any move. The moment you show up, he’ll kill all three of you.” Derek crosses his arms. “This is what he wants. You, emotional and reckless.”Angelo’s quiet for a long moment. Then: “Call backup. Everyone we have. I want that warehouse surrounded.”“And if Max sees them? If he kills your parents before we can get inside?”“Then we improvise.” Angelo took his phon
His surrogate my betrayal Darkness and truth
MIA POVThe darkness is extreme.I can’t see Angelo, can’t see my own hand in front of my face, but I can hear everything with terrifying clarity. The footsteps in the hallway. Multiple people. Moving with purpose toward my room.Angelo’s hand finds mine in the dark, grip iron-tight.“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers against my ear.My heart beats so loud I’m certain whoever’s out there can hear it. Who are these people? Why are they here? And why does Angelo sound more angry than afraid?The footsteps stop outside my door.The handle turns slowly.Angelo pulls me backward, navigating the pitch-black room like he can see. His other hand presses against my mouth gentle but firm silencing the scream building in my throat.The door opens.A flashlight beam cuts through the darkness, across the empty bed where I was sitting thirty seconds ago.“She’s not here.” A man’s voice. Rough. Unfamiliar. “Check the bathroom.”We’re pressed against the wall beside my closet. Angelo’s body shields mine, one arm
His surrogate my betrayal The study
MIA POVMy legs feel like water as I walk down the hallway to Angelo’s study.He knows. He has to know.Why else would he call me thirty seconds after I texted Austin? Why else would his voice through the intercom sound like a judge reading a death sentence?I should run. Grab my bag, leave the penthouse, disappear. But Mom needs the money. The treatment starts Friday. If I run now, she dies.So I keep walking.The study door is open. Angelo sits behind a massive desk made of dark wood, laptop open, glass of amber liquid in his hand. He doesn’t look up when I enter.“Close the door,” he says.I do. The click sounds final.“Sit.”There’s a leather chair across from his desk. I sink into it, hands clasped tight in my lap to hide the shaking.Angelo finally looks at me. Those gray eyes pin me in place like a butterfly to a board.“Are you afraid of me, Mia?”Yes. Terrified.“No,” I lied.His smile is slow and terrifying. “You should be.”My throat closes. This is it. He’s going to expose me, call secur
His surrogate my betrayal The man who knows
MIA POVAngelo Cross doesn’t look at me like other men do.He looks at me like he already knows every secret I’m hiding.His office is all glass and steel, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city like he owns it. Maybe he does. The man sitting across from me in a black suit that probably costs more than my car is worth billions. He’s handsome in a brutal way, sharp jaw, ice-gray eyes, dark hair perfectly styled. But it’s not his looks that make my skin prickle with warning.It’s the way he’s staring at my left ear.At the heart-shaped birthmark I’ve had since birth and never thought about twice.“Miss Lawrence.” His voice is smooth, controlled. “Tell me why you want to be a surrogate.”The standard answer sits on my tongue, the one I practiced with Sophie last night. Something about wanting to help families, about believing in the gift of life. Beautiful lies that sound noble.But something about those gray eyes tells me he’ll know if I lie.“I need the money,” I say instead. “My mother
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