บททั้งหมดของ His To Claim: The Mafia's Possession : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

>>>Who is my father?>>>>I still my movements, my blood surging in force through my veins. My heart tap-dancing in my chest. My eyes begin to water, the tears dropping down my cheeks to splash on my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. I shake my head again…and again and again to ensure this isn’t a figment of my imagination but it’s not…I mean the image I thought my mind conjured is real. It’s hovering above me. Steely hands grasping my hands above my head and over my mouth. My God, what the heck is happening? Oh…no this has to be fake.He…can’t be here. Not at all. Not after disappearing for over a month and a week. Leaving me shattered, broken, and in tears. “Dima?” My inflection is racked by sobs. Angry sobs. God. Dima is here, above me. Boring raging midnight eyes into mine. I twitch my hands in the steel grip of his, wanting to be free so I can touch, feel, and know truly that he is here with me. I twitch but he didn’t let me free easily. In fact, I

>>>Captive in the house of the man I love.>>>The more the tires of this car I’m in roll deeper into what I presume to be Moscow, the more the back of my eyes burn with tears. I want to think this is a figment of my imagination but no, it’s a reality. This…reality hurts. It clenches my heart like a vise, making my lungs constrict and I'm…unable to breathe. · “ To make you pay for your father’s sins.”* His last words wash over me, my body jerks in fear, and bile rises in my throat. He drugged me. Kidnapped me all the way from America to lock me up here. To make me pay for my father’s sins. I can’t believe this is happening. I knew Dima as a lethal man, dangerous from all around but never to me. My mind chooses this period to remind me of how I fell in love with him. His promises. How he fought to protect me. But now, I’m nothing but his enemy’s daughter. The descendant of the very man he swore to kill. Can it get any worse than it already is? I take a swipe a

>>>You're pregnant. >>>>>I hold Dawn with all my strength, my lips move, words falling from it in waves. I can’t believe what just happened. Dawn had stabbed herself. Hell, this isn’t what I bargained for. I heard her going wild all through the afternoon and I couldn’t take it. Our moments together assailed my mind and wanting to shut it off and gather my bearings I left the house. I didn’t know her raging got to the extent that she'd harm herself. My heart constricts as I take in the bandage in her hand. No one told me about her wound. No one fucking told me! I battle my demons and I battle my love for her. God, I don’t fucking know what to do with Dawn again. I’m torn between fulfilling my revenge or keeping Dawn. Fate is playing a cruel joke on me. A big cruel joke, I can’t take it. The moment she walked into the dining and ours met, I saw nothing but hatred swimming in her depths. She hates me now. Who wouldn’t? After being taken away without her consent and

>>>I'll do anything for my baby.>>>“Hmmm….” I pause in the middle of the grand staircase of Dima’s house and inhale the delicious tang of Russian dish emerging from the kitchen downstairs. Damn, that smells so incredible. I must admit one thing, Dima’s cook is one hell of a badass. The man has exceptional culinary skills that I’ve never experienced. Granted, Alina our chief chef back at Mari Vanna cooks wonderfully but Obenko’s skills top hers. I’ve asked the man where he learned such a skill from and he told me that was when he served in Spetsnaz as their special cook. I was in awe when he muttered those words with confidence. Working as Spetsnaz special cook must have really paid well. Though, when those forces were dissolved years back, he said he sought after another paying job until he met Dima the day Dima rescued his daughter from hands of rapists. I cringed at that moment when he said those words. I asked his daughter’s age and to my greatest shock, the gir

>>>>An Email.>>>>I pin my back to the door immediately I exit my room…Dawn’s room. My heart rolls with bitterness against my chest. She hates me. When I kissed her I felt her hunger for me. For my touch but something made her remember just the amount of hatred she has for me. It breaks me to know I’m the reason for this severed ties between us. I am the fucking reason. But should I fault myself? I can’t fault myself at all. All my life I’m wired to hate one man and that is Vladimir and by extension, his household. So, the rage I felt when I found out the mark that signifies Dawn as his printsessa can’t be vaporized. I almost acted on impulse at the hospital that night. Hell, I almost shot her. Had it been I wasn’t on the run, in my hands would her blood swim. But if I had killed her I’d have killed my child too…something that I’ve desired to have all my life. I want to have a baby with Dawn and now she’s pregnant, only I can’t get close to her because she hates