บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

NinaWith one hand on the wheel, Vladimir uses the other hand to grab a gun from his belt and fire out the broken driver's side window at the cars pursuing us. The shots come rapid-fire, one after the next. It's enough to keep the enemy shooters at bay, until I hear the metallic cough of the empty clip catching against the trigger."Fuck," he growls. "Nina, grab another clip from my bag."I reach into the backpack on the floor in front of me and do as he says, handing over the metal sleeve with fresh bullets. He grabs it from me and reloads before sending another round of ammunition in the direction of the cars behind us. We're whipping around corners, clipping parked cars, swerving all over the road as Vladimir alternates between looking ahead and aiming behind.A hard right, a sharp left, we're flying now, doing sixty or seventy miles per hour in a crowded residential district. Thank God it's nighttime, or else we'd have a dozen dead pedestrians smeared across the front bumper alread

NinaVladimir opens his door and gets out, grabbing his bags from the back seat as he does. I follow suit. But when my feet hit the dirt below, I wince, my body tensing from pain. I clutch the door in an attempt to alleviate the pressure from my feet. Vladimir hears me hiss and comes around the front of the car. He wraps an arm around me and lowers me back into the seat."We need to walk, but I need to take a look at your feet first," he says as he gingerly removes the sneakers I threw on in our blind panic at the safe house.The insoles are soaked in blood which has begun to dry, so when he peels them off it's as if he's also ripping new scabs away. I can't help but cry out. While he doesn't look up, I notice the way his face contorts and the way his thumb rubs gentle circles against my skin."I'm sorry," I say, unsure as to why I'm apologizing.He sighs and stands. "Where's the bag with the supplies you took?""In the back."He opens the rear door and searches through the bag, retur

VladNina stays closer to me as we go back up, stepping carefully over the fallen branch and checking every few seconds to make sure no other trees are eager to drop a limb on our heads. At the edge of a cliff, I spot a rock with a stick figure carving. A smile tugs at my lips. I remember using my little pocketknife to chisel away at the rock, pretending I was some sort of explorer marking my territory. My father laughed and burst my bubble when he told me this was his secret hiding place.But my father is dead. This is mine now.I clamber up onto the cliff and look over the edge. A thin patina of crisscrossed branches hides whatever is below from sight. Given where we are on the mountain, it could just as easily be a thousand-foot drop into a shadowy chasm, though I know better.I jump off the edge, crash through the branches, and land on the packed dirt a few feet below.When the dust settles, Nina calls to me from above. "Vladimir?" Her voice has a nervous warble."I'm down here. Y

Nina"Vladimir?"He's lost in thought, staring off into the distance. His facial muscles tense and his jaw ticks. I'm not sure where his mind is or if I can help him. Nor even if I should."I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess," Vladimir says.I look up and him and offer a weak smile. Then, I place a gentle kiss on his chest, just above his heart. A low growl vibrates from within him and I clench my knees together. Something about the sounds he makes stokes the fires within me.Vladimir pulls me closer and my hands slide up his arms. After our encounter on top of the table in the penthouse, and after everything else that followed, I want to feel him again. I want him to touch me again. He runs his fingertips down my spine, his touch sending sparks along my skin as he pushes my sweatshirt up and over my head. I unbutton his and push it from his shoulders, the bloodied material falling to the ground."Jesus, Nina. You make me so hard from just looking at you." He pushes gently at my

VladMy dream ends abruptly as I'm shaken back into reality. As I wake, I'm first aware of the coolness of the air and its loamy fragrance. My clothes feel damp in the dew of the dawn. I half wonder if I'm still dreaming as my eyes open, blinking the sleep away. I feel weak and worn thin, and my shoulder and knee are still throbbing, though the pain has lessened somewhat since yesterday.What time is it? How long have I been asleep? And most pressing of all ... what do we do now?Nina presses against me, soft breathing emanating from her small lips. It's so innocent and unguarded. My fingers gently rake through her tangled hair, not wanting to wake her. She's been through so much. Between the terror of the auction and the attack by Gino's men, her body and mind must be exhausted.The first orange-hued rays appear over the treetops. A warm breeze chases away the previous night's chill. I see a bird perched on a branch across the clearing. It's pecking away the dew from its feathers and