All Chapters of Craving My Forbidden Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Isabella’s POV“Somebody help me please,” I groaned, finally collapsed on the ground. A nurse ran towards me, her file hitting the ground as she crashed. “Code red, code red,” she said calmly into her pager.“Hello ma'am,” I turned my head towards her, her face blurry from my tears. “Please,” I begged. “Save my baby.”“Possible miscarriage occuring, requesting a bed.”A bed was rolled towards us and I felt strong arms grab me from underneath my shoulder, helping me up and placing me on it. I refused to look in-between my legs, refusing to acknowledge it was happening again.Tears fell from my eyes as they rolled me into the hospital room and after what seemed like forever, a male doctor dragged the curtains open.“Mrs. Martinez?” He looked at me sadly. “I am so sorry. The baby did not make it.”The first drop fell on my face and I tasted it, the salt in my sadness. “I lost it?”“Yes. We tried our possible best,” he said assuredly, “but by the time you came in, it was already late.”I

Donatello’s POVI cracked my knuckles hard, scars and silver rings lined on them, watching her trembling body stand, a mocking grin to her face as she made her grim toast to the bar. What had happened?I wanted to relax after what I had just done tonight. The job wasn't always easy and sometimes, I had to go out myself to neutralize threats made to me. I quickly disposed of the body, before stopping in the random bar, my five thousand dollar suit already making me look out of place, but when the men looked up in my face, they knew I was able to afford it with blood as my major currency.Isabella Martinez feathers from her stool, almost collapsing. She was wasted, maybe even more and I understood her heartbreak. However, she was still asleep pathetic as I knew women to be.While her husband would probably be buried inside the pussy of the other woman, she was here, moaning and bitching about them to anyone she could.I shook my head, wondering if I should message him. I knew she didn'

Donatello's POV“Wait.”She stopped me in my tracks, right when I was about to escape from her emerald eyes. They were hooded yesterday, from being drunk and today, they glowed with each word she spoke, shining and reflecting like the jewel it was named after.“Marcus told me something about you.”“I suppose he speaks a great deal about me,” I replied, not knowing where this was headed. “Well yes,” she confirmed. “He told me a certain thing though.”I turned around, looking at her in that stupid torn dress that exposed her milky thighs. “What is it?”“Are you still looking for a surrogate?” she blurted out, her face turning red.A surrogate.Yes, I was.I said nothing, allowing her to speak instead.“It's just that, he told me you wanted a child and I want a child too and I wa shooting we could help each other,” she bit her bottom lip.“Yes, I am looking for a woman to carry my heir,” I said honestly. I wasn't interested in having babies, just legacy.“Yes. I want to help you.”I sca