Semua Bab The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I lay on my side in the suffocating darkness, my hands clasped tightly over my lower stomach. A dull ache radiated through my pelvis as my pregnancy progressed. My lower back throbbed aggressively from sitting rigid in Roman's study chair for two hours.The faint, mechanical hum of the wardrobe panel sliding open broke the silence. I locked my muscles, pulling the heavy duvet up to my chin. The sharp, clean scent of sandalwood and cold rain immediately flooded the room.A tall, broad-shouldered shadow stepped out of the hidden passageway. "The extra patrols at the East Gate almost caught me tonight," a low, gravelly voice whispered through the dark. "Dante has doubled the perimeter."I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the rough grip of callused hands. "It was just a long dinner last night," I stated, forcing my vocal cords to remain steady. "I am fine."The mattress dipped heavily as he sat on the edge behind me. "You aren't fine, Cora," he murmured. "I saw him take you into the stu

The rattle of metal keys against my bedroom door lock made my pulse hammer violently against my ribs. I dropped to the floor beneath my vanity, my fingernails immediately clawing at the edge of the loose oak floorboard. "Open the adjacent rooms immediately," Dante's muffled voice ordered from the hallway outside."Ten seconds," I calculated in a rapid whisper, assessing my limited timeframe. I dragged the small brown package out of my cloak pocket, my fingers locking tightly around the paper. "Nine seconds," I counted, tearing the heavy black wax seal apart.I had exactly eight seconds before they breached my personal perimeter. Seven seconds to shove the crumpled brown paper wrapping into the wall's incinerator chute. Six seconds to wrap the tiny micro-camera and its heavy battery pack in a scrap of protective silk.I shoved the silk bundle deep into the dark, dust-free gap between the floor joists. Five seconds. I slammed the loose oak board back into place, ignoring the sharp sting

I sat on the edge of the mattress, calculating the exact angle between the bed and the ceramic vase. The heavy deadbolt clicked loudly, sealing us inside the master bedroom. "It's the middle of the day, Roman," I stated, keeping my vocal cords perfectly steady."The contract does not specify a time of day, Cora," he replied. He tossed his silver vest onto the velvet armchair. His thick forearms flexed as he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt.I shifted my weight, ensuring my body wouldn't block the camera's line of sight. "You treated me like a partner yesterday on the patio," I reminded him, gathering tactical data. "I gave you valuable intelligence that saved your cargo.""The patio was business," Roman countered, his jaw locking into a hard line. "So I am a partner outside this room, but just an asset inside of it?" I challenged. "You are my wife," Roman stated, stepping closer to the mattress."And the timeline has changed." "Explain the timeline alteration," I demande

Sunlight cut sharply through the heavy velvet curtains of the master bedroom. I stood beside the antique nightstand, locking my wrists to prevent any tremors. I carefully extracted the tiny, black micro-SD card from the hidden camera base.I slipped the small chip deep into my silk robe pocket just as a sharp knock echoed. "Mrs. Falcone, it is Elena," the maid called out through the heavy oak door. "I have your morning tea and the encrypted tablet you requested.""Come in, Elena," I replied, forcing my respiratory rate to steady. The heavy door swung open, and Elena stepped inside carrying a silver tray. She set the steaming cup and the sleek, black tablet on the mattress."Dante is already conducting his morning sweeps of the East Wing," Elena warned in a hushed whisper. "Did he search the optical shipment again?" I asked, picking up the tablet to inspect the ports. "Yes, his men tore the entire delivery apart in the loading bay," Elena confirmed, her breathing rapid."They only foun

I jolted upright in the center of the bed. My right hand instantly clamped over my lower stomach in a protective, biological reflex.A high-frequency security siren wailed through the reinforced walls of the master bedroom. The pitch vibrated directly against my teeth.Automated heavy steel shutters slammed down over the windows in terrifying, mechanical unison.The morning sun was completely severed, plunging the room into absolute darkness for a fraction of a second.The overhead backup lights instantly snapped on, bathing the bedroom in a low, red tactical glow.My pulse spiked to one hundred and twenty beats per minute.I forced oxygen through my nose, aggressively suppressing the sudden wave of pregnancy-induced dizziness.Did the Volkov Bratva intercept my cloud server, or are they probing Roman's physical perimeter? I analyzed rapidly.The heavy brass lock on my bedroom door clicked loudly. Elena hurried inside, shoving the heavy oak panel shut with her shoulder.Her hands trem