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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 223. A Trap
Daphne lowered her binoculars from her perch on the rooftop across from Black Jack’s. She’d watched Landon leave, noted the way he’d scanned his surroundings, the confident set of his shoulders. Even now, knowing someone wanted him dead, he moved with arrogance.It was infuriating. And oddly compelling.She packed her surveillance equipment methodically, mind racing. Forty-eight hours. That’s all she had before Alexei took over. And Alexei wouldn’t hesitate like she had. He wouldn’t get distracted by blue eyes and a magnetic smile.And for some reason, she didn’t like the idea of someone other than her killing Landon Foster.Her phone rang. She answered without checking the caller ID.“Report,” came the cold voice.“Contact made,” she said flatly. “Target is aware but intrigued. I’ve laid groundwork for the next phase.”“And what phase is that exactly? The one where you actually complete your assignment?”Daphne swallowed her irritation. “I’m building trust. Creating an opening.”“We
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“I didn’t expect you quite this soon,” Landon continued, his voice casual as if they were discussing dinner plans rather than attempted murder. “Though I have to admit, I’m flattered by your enthusiasm.”“You knew I was coming,” she said, not a question.“I counted on it.” The pressure of the gun barrel increased slightly. “Drop your weapon.”Daphne hesitated, mind racing through scenarios. She could try to disarm him—a quick pivot, a strike to his wrist—but at this range, he’d have time to pull the trigger before she completed the move.“Now,” he said, voice hard and commanding, leaving her little room to maneuver and even less to think.She let the pistol clatter loudly to the tile, the noise echoing in the steamy room and reminding her of how close she had come to finishing the job. “Good girl,” Landon murmured. In one swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her back against the cool shower wall, trapping her with his body.She could feel the cold seeping through her shirt and t
Last Updated : 2025-05-03The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 225. Like Magic
Landon’s eyes widened as his mystery woman continued to stroke his cock.“What are you doing?” he growled.“Improvising,” she whispered, rolling her hips against him. “Plan A failed. This is Plan B.”His grip on her throat loosened slightly as he processed her words. “Seduction as a backup plan? That’s amateur.”“Is it working?” she asked, voice deliberately husky.Oh yes, it was working like magic, Landon thought to himself.“You tell me,” Landon replied, pressing his arousal firmly against her palm. “You’ve got all the evidence in your hand.”Their eyes locked in silent challenge, neither willing to concede this dangerous game they’d started.Daphne squeezed him harder, drawing a sharp intake of breath from his lips. “Seems like it’s working just fine.”In one swift movement, Landon grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one strong hand. His other hand moved to the zipper of her pants, yanking it down with deliberate slowness.“Plan B has a fatal flaw,” he murmu
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His words hit Daphne like a physical blow. She stood there dripping wet, naked from the waist down, suddenly aware of how exposed she truly was. And not just physically.“And what makes you think I won’t still complete my mission?” she asked.He threw a towel at her, which she caught easily.“Because you’ve had multiple chances,” Landon said, leaning against the counter with infuriating confidence. “And each time, something stops you.”Daphne grinned despite the situation. Forty-six hours left on her deadline, and instead of completing her assignment, she had just had mind-blowing sex with her target. Father would consider this the ultimate betrayal.“So what do you plan on doing now?” she asked, voice carefully neutral as she assessed her options. The bathroom had one exit, which Landon was partially blocking.Her gun was still on the floor, his somewhere near the drain. She could make a move for either, but the calculus had changed. The dynamic between them had shifted, and she wasn
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Daphne stiffened, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Holding me prisoner? That seems rather cliché.”“Not prisoner,” Landon corrected, taking another sip of his scotch. “Let’s call it…extended hospitality.”“You’re insane if you think I’ll just stay here because you ask nicely.”“I’m not asking.” His voice dropped, that dangerous edge returning. “And I’m not insane. Just practical.”Daphne set her glass down with deliberate care. “I could kill you with this glass right now if I wanted to.”“You could try,” Landon agreed, his eyes never leaving hers. “But we both know how that would end. More steam, more nakedness, and we’d be right back where we started.”Heat crept up Daphne’s neck. “That was a tactical error.”“Was it?” Landon raised an eyebrow. “Or was it the most honest thing you’ve done since you took this job?”She glared at him. “Don’t psychoanalyze me, Costello.”“Then stop lying to yourself.” He stood, moving to refill his glass. “You had multiple opportunities to comp
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Landon felt his pulse quicken, and not just from the exertion of the fight.There was something intoxicating about watching Daphne like this. All lethal grace and deadly intent. Her amber eyes burned with determination, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to release. His t-shirt clung to her curves, now stained with his blood, and somehow that made her even more alluring.She was actively trying to kill him now and all he could think about was how magnificent she looked doing it.He had to have her. He had to make her his little pet.“Come on,” he goaded, circling her with measured steps. “You can do better than that.”She lunged again, the glass shard slicing through the air where his throat had been a second earlier. He caught her momentum, using it to spin her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. Her back pressed against his chest, his arm across her throat, just enough pressure to make her still.“You fight beautifully,” he murmured against her ear, inhaling her
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Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she typed the message: “Target eliminated. Job complete.”She paused in the hallway of Landon’s building, her back pressed against the wall as she waited for the response.She had killed before. Many times, but never had it felt like this.Like loss.Three dots appeared on the screen. Then: “Confirmation required.”Of course. They never just took her word for it. She scrolled through her phone, selecting the photo she’d taken of Landon’s body sprawled on his bedroom floor, blood pooling beneath him, eyes closed. She attached it to the message and hit send.The response came almost immediately: “Satisfactory. Return for debriefing.Daphne pocketed her phone and continued toward the service elevator. The building’s security cameras would show a maintenance worker leaving, not a woman in a borrowed t-shirt with blood on her hands.As the elevator descended, she stared at her reflection in the polished metal doors. Her face betrayed nothing. No remors
Last Updated : 2025-05-06The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 230. Not Dead
The steady beep of medical equipment pulled Landon back to consciousness.His eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and his mouth was desert-dry. The antiseptic smell hit him first, followed by the dull throb of pain radiating from his abdomen.Hospital. He was in a hospital.He was not dead.Landon forced his eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lighting. White ceiling. Beige walls. His vision blurred, then gradually sharpened as he took in his surroundings.“Welcome back to the land of the living, Bro.”Landon turned his head slightly to see his brother, Maxwell, standing by the bed, grinning widely.“Where am I?” Landon rasped, throat raw from disuse.“St. Pierre Medical Center in Geneva. You’ve been out for three days now.”Three days. Landon’s mind raced, piecing together fragmented memories. Daphne. The glass shard. Blood pooling beneath him on his bedroom floor.“How…?” The word came out as little more than a whisper.“Your security team found you approximately thirty min
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Maxwell Costello was not used to sneaking around. He preferred blunt force, clear plans, and fewer moral gray areas.But when your brother decided to fall in love with the woman who tried to gut him like a fish, you didn’t get to take the moral high ground.Especially not when your brother was right.Max had seen the hesitation in Landon’s eyes. The certainty. This wasn’t a man hallucinating on morphine. This was a man who had seen something most people missed. And Landon wasn't the kind of man who'd chase after any girl.Max wasn’t about to let that someone finish what Daphne had started.So he did what he always did when things got messy, he called in a favor.The private elevator took him down to a dim sub-basement of a tech firm in Geneva masquerading as a cybersecurity company. At the center of the far wall, in a glass-walled office that looked more like the command center of a Bond villain, sat a woman with jet-black hair, noise-canceling headphones, and three monitors glowing i
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 230. Not Dead
The steady beep of medical equipment pulled Landon back to consciousness.His eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and his mouth was desert-dry. The antiseptic smell hit him first, followed by the dull throb of pain radiating from his abdomen.Hospital. He was in a hospital.He was not dead.Landon forced his eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lighting. White ceiling. Beige walls. His vision blurred, then gradually sharpened as he took in his surroundings.“Welcome back to the land of the living, Bro.”Landon turned his head slightly to see his brother, Maxwell, standing by the bed, grinning widely.“Where am I?” Landon rasped, throat raw from disuse.“St. Pierre Medical Center in Geneva. You’ve been out for three days now.”Three days. Landon’s mind raced, piecing together fragmented memories. Daphne. The glass shard. Blood pooling beneath him on his bedroom floor.“How…?” The word came out as little more than a whisper.“Your security team found you approximately thirty min
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Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she typed the message: “Target eliminated. Job complete.”She paused in the hallway of Landon’s building, her back pressed against the wall as she waited for the response.She had killed before. Many times, but never had it felt like this.Like loss.Three dots appeared on the screen. Then: “Confirmation required.”Of course. They never just took her word for it. She scrolled through her phone, selecting the photo she’d taken of Landon’s body sprawled on his bedroom floor, blood pooling beneath him, eyes closed. She attached it to the message and hit send.The response came almost immediately: “Satisfactory. Return for debriefing.Daphne pocketed her phone and continued toward the service elevator. The building’s security cameras would show a maintenance worker leaving, not a woman in a borrowed t-shirt with blood on her hands.As the elevator descended, she stared at her reflection in the polished metal doors. Her face betrayed nothing. No remors
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 228. A Wildcat
Landon felt his pulse quicken, and not just from the exertion of the fight.There was something intoxicating about watching Daphne like this. All lethal grace and deadly intent. Her amber eyes burned with determination, her body coiled tight like a spring ready to release. His t-shirt clung to her curves, now stained with his blood, and somehow that made her even more alluring.She was actively trying to kill him now and all he could think about was how magnificent she looked doing it.He had to have her. He had to make her his little pet.“Come on,” he goaded, circling her with measured steps. “You can do better than that.”She lunged again, the glass shard slicing through the air where his throat had been a second earlier. He caught her momentum, using it to spin her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. Her back pressed against his chest, his arm across her throat, just enough pressure to make her still.“You fight beautifully,” he murmured against her ear, inhaling her
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 227. On a Leash
Daphne stiffened, her fingers tightening around the glass. “Holding me prisoner? That seems rather cliché.”“Not prisoner,” Landon corrected, taking another sip of his scotch. “Let’s call it…extended hospitality.”“You’re insane if you think I’ll just stay here because you ask nicely.”“I’m not asking.” His voice dropped, that dangerous edge returning. “And I’m not insane. Just practical.”Daphne set her glass down with deliberate care. “I could kill you with this glass right now if I wanted to.”“You could try,” Landon agreed, his eyes never leaving hers. “But we both know how that would end. More steam, more nakedness, and we’d be right back where we started.”Heat crept up Daphne’s neck. “That was a tactical error.”“Was it?” Landon raised an eyebrow. “Or was it the most honest thing you’ve done since you took this job?”She glared at him. “Don’t psychoanalyze me, Costello.”“Then stop lying to yourself.” He stood, moving to refill his glass. “You had multiple opportunities to comp
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His words hit Daphne like a physical blow. She stood there dripping wet, naked from the waist down, suddenly aware of how exposed she truly was. And not just physically.“And what makes you think I won’t still complete my mission?” she asked.He threw a towel at her, which she caught easily.“Because you’ve had multiple chances,” Landon said, leaning against the counter with infuriating confidence. “And each time, something stops you.”Daphne grinned despite the situation. Forty-six hours left on her deadline, and instead of completing her assignment, she had just had mind-blowing sex with her target. Father would consider this the ultimate betrayal.“So what do you plan on doing now?” she asked, voice carefully neutral as she assessed her options. The bathroom had one exit, which Landon was partially blocking.Her gun was still on the floor, his somewhere near the drain. She could make a move for either, but the calculus had changed. The dynamic between them had shifted, and she wasn
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 225. Like Magic
Landon’s eyes widened as his mystery woman continued to stroke his cock.“What are you doing?” he growled.“Improvising,” she whispered, rolling her hips against him. “Plan A failed. This is Plan B.”His grip on her throat loosened slightly as he processed her words. “Seduction as a backup plan? That’s amateur.”“Is it working?” she asked, voice deliberately husky.Oh yes, it was working like magic, Landon thought to himself.“You tell me,” Landon replied, pressing his arousal firmly against her palm. “You’ve got all the evidence in your hand.”Their eyes locked in silent challenge, neither willing to concede this dangerous game they’d started.Daphne squeezed him harder, drawing a sharp intake of breath from his lips. “Seems like it’s working just fine.”In one swift movement, Landon grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one strong hand. His other hand moved to the zipper of her pants, yanking it down with deliberate slowness.“Plan B has a fatal flaw,” he murmu
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 224. Bad Move
“I didn’t expect you quite this soon,” Landon continued, his voice casual as if they were discussing dinner plans rather than attempted murder. “Though I have to admit, I’m flattered by your enthusiasm.”“You knew I was coming,” she said, not a question.“I counted on it.” The pressure of the gun barrel increased slightly. “Drop your weapon.”Daphne hesitated, mind racing through scenarios. She could try to disarm him—a quick pivot, a strike to his wrist—but at this range, he’d have time to pull the trigger before she completed the move.“Now,” he said, voice hard and commanding, leaving her little room to maneuver and even less to think.She let the pistol clatter loudly to the tile, the noise echoing in the steamy room and reminding her of how close she had come to finishing the job. “Good girl,” Landon murmured. In one swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her back against the cool shower wall, trapping her with his body.She could feel the cold seeping through her shirt and t
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 223. A Trap
Daphne lowered her binoculars from her perch on the rooftop across from Black Jack’s. She’d watched Landon leave, noted the way he’d scanned his surroundings, the confident set of his shoulders. Even now, knowing someone wanted him dead, he moved with arrogance.It was infuriating. And oddly compelling.She packed her surveillance equipment methodically, mind racing. Forty-eight hours. That’s all she had before Alexei took over. And Alexei wouldn’t hesitate like she had. He wouldn’t get distracted by blue eyes and a magnetic smile.And for some reason, she didn’t like the idea of someone other than her killing Landon Foster.Her phone rang. She answered without checking the caller ID.“Report,” came the cold voice.“Contact made,” she said flatly. “Target is aware but intrigued. I’ve laid groundwork for the next phase.”“And what phase is that exactly? The one where you actually complete your assignment?”Daphne swallowed her irritation. “I’m building trust. Creating an opening.”“We
