Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The heavy mahogany door to my bedroom didn't just unlock.It exploded open, slamming against the plaster wall with a violent thud.I threw myself back onto the pillows, pulling the duvet up to my chin.Roman strode into the room, his massive frame radiating raw, lethal fury.He was covered in soot, his black tactical coat smelling heavily of burnt rubber and gunpowder."Roman," I gasped, forcing a wave of sleepy confusion into my voice. "What happened?""The highway was a kill zone," Roman growled, his gunmetal eyes scanning the dark room.He walked toward my bed, his heavy leather boots leaving wet tracks on the rug.He grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight as he pulled me upright."Are you hurt?" he demanded, his breathing ragged. "Did anyone breach this wing?""No," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. "The guards have been outside my door all night."Roman released my shoulders, his hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline."They knew the route, Cora," he said, pacing ba

The floorboards beneath my feet shook violently.Below my bedroom, the heavy thunder of automatic gunfire erupted in the main lobby.I did not run to the secret panel.I sat at my mahogany desk, my eyes locked on the glowing laptop screen."Dante, do you copy?" I barked into the tactical radio."Cora? Get off this channel!" Dante’s voice crackled back, drowned out by the sound of shattering plaster."Shut up and listen, Dante," I commanded."I have the analog thermal cameras running on backup battery," I said."The Bratva are breaching the east corridor conservatory," I added."There are six thermal signatures moving fast," I warned.A brief pause of static cut through the receiver."Are you sure?" Dante demanded."They are carrying heavy breaching charges," I said, watching the glowing red dots on my monitor."If you don't redirect your men, they will flank your lobby barricade in thirty seconds," I added."All units, pivot to the east conservatory!" Dante roared over the main channe

The secret wardrobe panel clicked shut behind us.The blinding red tactical lights of the bedroom vanished, replaced by pitch-black darkness.The air inside the aqueduct tunnel was freezing, smelling of wet stone and old dust."Keep moving," Rocco hissed, his voice a low, vibrating whisper near my ear.He didn't use a flashlight.His hand gripped my wrist, guiding me down the slick concrete steps with practiced certainty.Above us, the ground trembled violently.Another heavy explosion rattled the stone ceiling, sending a shower of gritty dust over my head.I stumbled, a sudden, sharp cramp flaring in my lower abdomen.I gasped, my legs buckling as my hands instantly flew to protect my stomach."Cora!" Rocco grunted, his arms catching me before I hit the concrete."I'm fine," I lied, my breathing ragged as I clutched his wet tactical vest.The tight, pulling ache in my womb made my head spin, reminding me of the fragile six-week life growing inside me."You are not fine," Rocco said,

CHAPTER 117: THE BROOKLYN WAREHOUSEThe sea wind cut through the broken window.The smell of diesel and stale blood filled the Brooklyn warehouse.My hands were tied with plastic zip-ties behind the wooden chair.My temples throbbed with a dull, persistent pain from the chloroform.I blinked against the dim light, forcing my mind to clear.I refused to let panic take over.A shadow moved near the rusted steel doors.Vanessa stepped into the light, her luxury camel coat draped over her shoulders.She held a half-empty glass of champagne, a mocking smile on her lips."You look pathetic, Cora," Vanessa said, taking a slow sip."Is this your grand victory, Vanessa?" I asked, my voice dry but steady."It is," she sneered, stepping closer."You are tied to a chair in a freezing warehouse, and Roman has no idea where you are.""You brought me to Brooklyn because you are terrified," I said, letting a cold smile touch my lips."Terrified?" Vanessa laughed, though her fingers tightened around t

CHAPTER 119: THE STRIKEThe sea wind rattled the loose metal sheets on the warehouse roof.It was exactly midnight.My hands were crossed behind my back, the loose plastic zip-ties resting cold against my skin.The sharp wooden hairpin was tucked firmly into the palm of my right hand.My heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced my breathing to remain slow and silent.A sudden, sharp wave of morning sickness hit my throat, but I swallowed it down.I could not afford to be weak now.The heavy iron deadbolt of the door slid back with a loud, grinding screech.Yuri stepped into the dark room, his leather jacket wet from the rain outside.He kicked the heavy steel door shut behind him, the lock clicking back into place.He smelled of cheap vodka, tobacco, and cold grease."Did you miss me, Mrs. Falcone?" Yuri sneered, a slow, cocky grin spreading across his face.He pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, shining the bright white beam directly into my eyes.I squinted against the li