Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

CHAPTER 122: THE HEARTBEATThe sterile light of the clinic hurt my eyes.The cold conductive gel hit my stomach, and I shivered against the leather table.Dr. Tanaka moved the plastic ultrasound probe over my bare skin, her eyes fixed on the gray monitor.Beside me, Roman knelt on the concrete floor, his massive hands squeezing mine.His silver vest was still damp with the blood of the Bratva commander.But his gunmetal eyes were completely wet, tears spilling openly down his scarred cheeks."Is he alive, Tanaka?" Roman choked out, his voice cracking with a raw, terrifying panic."Answer me!""Shut up, Roman," Dr. Tanaka snapped, her fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard."The static is too thick because of the internal bleeding.""I need absolute silence to find the frequency."At the foot of the bed, Rocco stood completely rigid, his chest barely rising.His hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists, his jaw locked in a hard, desperate line.He was holding his breath, his e

CHAPTER 124: THE BLOODLINEThe heavy iron lock on the balcony doors clicked softly in the dark.I did not turn my head, my eyes remaining fixed on the ceiling as a familiar scent filled the room.The raw, sharp scent of sandalwood.Rocco pulled off his black tactical mask, his gunmetal eyes searching my face in the dim dawn light.He stepped toward the bed, his chest rising and falling in silent, controlled breaths."He took Roman's blood, Rocco," I whispered, my fingers clenching into the silk sheets."If the sequence does not match the New York files, we are dead by sunrise."Rocco sat on the edge of the mattress, his large, smooth hand sliding over my cold fingers."It will match, Cora," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing vibration."How can you be so sure?" I asked, looking up at him."Salvatore's lab is extremely thorough.""Because we are monochorionic twins," Rocco explained, his thumb tracing the back of my hand."We shared a single placenta in the womb, and we share a per

The metal table was freezing against my bare back.Blood soaked through the thin white cotton of my hospital gown, warm and sticky against my thighs.I clawed at Roman's arms, my nails sinking deep into his skin as another sharp cramp ripped through my abdomen."Rocco!" I screamed, my voice cracking in the sterile white room. "Where is Rocco? Is he dead?""Cora, stop moving," Roman commanded, his voice shaking as he pinned my shoulders to the table."They shot him! I saw the fire at the docks!" I thrashed against his grip, my heart hammering violently against my ribs. "He didn't make it back, did he?""He's alive, Cora," Roman whispered fiercely, leaning down until his forehead touched mine.I froze, staring up at his bloodshot, gunmetal eyes."What?" I gasped, my chest heaving as a sob caught in my throat."Rocco got out," Roman muttered, his breath hot against my cheek. "He used the storm drain culvert beneath the east wall.""He's safe, Cora," Roman repeated, his fingers tightening

The balcony doors slid open with a heavy metallic click.The cold night air hit my face instantly.I shivered under the thick wool blanket wrapped around my shoulders, but I did not step back."You shouldn't be standing, Cora," Roman grunted behind me.His massive hands wrapped around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad chest.His grip was solid, keeping my weak legs anchored to the cold stone floor of the balcony."I need to see her, Roman," I said, my voice flat."Tanaka told you to stay in bed," he muttered, his breath hot against my ear."I don't care what Tanaka said," I replied, my eyes fixed on the empty, dark courtyard below. "Turn the lights on."Roman let out a low growl, but he did not argue.He reached for the heavy brass switch on the wall panel.He flipped it.Instantly, three massive tactical searchlights cut through the darkness.The blinding white glare flooded the wet gravel courtyard below us, turning the mud into a gleaming silver sheet.The iron door

The morning light cut through the heavy velvet drapes.I sat propped against the pillows, my lower back aching with a dull, persistent throbbing.Rocco stood near the window, his hand resting on the grip of his holstered gun."You need to eat, Cora," Rocco said, pointing to the silver tray of broth on the nightstand."I am not hungry," I replied, my voice flat. "Is Dante ready?""He's outside the door," Rocco muttered, crossing his arms over his dark sweater."Roman is still in Baltimore," I said, looking at the empty side of the bed."My brother is clearing the docks," Rocco replied. "He has thirty men with him. The Bratva won't survive the night.""And Dante?" I asked."Dante handles the internal security," Rocco said. "He does not care about Baltimore. He only cares about the leak."A sharp, violent knock rattled the heavy oak door."Enter," Rocco commanded, his voice turning cold.Dante Ricci stepped into the room, his face pale and tight with tension.He carried a thick manila fo