บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant with the Mafia's twins: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Vera Ruslan and I lay behind the barn, looking up at the stars. The night is dark and calm, and we both feel a sense of serenity after the burial.“What are you going to do now?” I ask him.“I’ll schedule a meeting with the ammunition dealer and continue with my original plan. I may have lost a hell of a lot along the way, but I have not lost sight of my business. In fact, I’ve gained something far more important, something I was missing,” he says.“Love,” I reply, turning to him and resting my head on his chest.“Love and trust. Without both, there’s no way for me to be fulfilled in this life. That’s obvious to me now. But I believe things will continue to improve from here, and I have all the hope in the world that your presence in my life will help make me into a better person,” he says.I take a deep breath, struggling to muster the courage to tell him what’s been weighing heavily on my mind sin

Alix knew she was a bit strange. She had been told that many times over the years. Even by her husband, that useless piece of shit that had put her in this position. She had never slept with him. Never done anything with him, and he’d hated it. She hated him.The only reason she had married him was because she adored his parents. She and George were friends when they were kids. They had grown up together. Everything changed when he grew a dick and started to see girls in a whole other light. Since they were about thirteen, she couldn’t stand him. He’d turned into a horrible human being, but her love of his parents had never changed. They wanted to see him settled down, and the only decent bone in George’s body was his love for his parents. At least he did have that.His parents had adored her, and they wanted to see him settle with her. Alix agreed to the arrangement provided they would divorce after his parents’ passing.They died two months after th

 No woman had ever made him speechless before. This was a first for Dmitry.He was once again in his office, the following day, staring out again at Alix in the garden. This time, she wore a pair of jeans, an old shirt, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His little girl had some kind of ribbon in her hand and was running around Alix as she laughed.Last night hadn’t gone how he expected. He intended to tell her what he wanted to set some ground rules, and then to take her to his bed. He’d not planned to fuck her on the dining room table, or to pull out of her, realizing what he’d done, and leave her there. The trophy for “Biggest Asshole” certainly went to him.This morning he had to attend to several business meetings with some of his brigadiers over some pressing matters. Drugs had gone missing and Dmitry wasn’t happy. There was a loose cog in their organization and he was going to find it and destroy it. No one stole from him, fucki

There was no way Dmitry could give her that kind of power. For all he knew she was working with her husband to bring him down. She might be a distraction and he didn’t have time for distractions.Alix was ripe in his arms. Her ass moving across his dick and the feel of her hard nipple against his palm made her impossible to reject. He’d been wanting her for so long. In all his life, he’d never considered kindness a strength. Far from it. He knew life to be cruel, and he made sure to act accordingly. She was the first person in his life to make him question everything. She had shown kindness when she didn’t have to.Moving his hands up toward the straps of her negligee, he pushed them down her arms and watched as the top slowly dropped toward her breasts. Another tug, and it slipped past her tits to fall at her waist, just where the curve of her hips began. His mouth watered. He loved her tits. Cupping them in his palms, he felt the weight of them. Stroking his thum

When Dmitry had collected her, he’d told her to pack a few items, so she had. Nothing of any real value, as she didn’t own anything like that. She’d taken a few pictures of her parents which brought her peace, a few items of jewelry that her mother used to wear, several changes of clothes, but that had been all. He’d not given her long to decide.She hadn’t put up a fight or questioned what was going on. Dmitry had explained some of it in the car. That George had given her to him as payment. Alix now belonged to Dmitry or George would be dead. Alix didn’t care about George. She was pissed at him for doing this, but even though she didn’t love nor care for him, she didn’t want his death on her conscience.So, she accepted what was about to happen. There was also the tiny little smidge of curiosity about the man she’d met at the party, who she thought about … a lot. Certainly a lot more than she should. She couldn’t not think about him.So, this was whe