Todos los capítulos de Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 119

VladI know it's early morning because my heart is pounding right out of my chest. That's how I wake up every day now, like someone just fired a gun next to my eardrum. Only, there is no gun. At least, not yet.I open my eyes and look at the ceiling over my cot. Cracks spiderweb through every inch of the plaster, and water stains are spreading out from one corner like a plague. This place is crumbling around me, like my world. And there's not a damn thing I can do about either one.Hopeless week after hopeless week is taking its toll on me. I'm weary—deeply bone-tired, soul-tired—in a way that I can't remember ever feeling before. Even when I first came up to take the reins of my father's business, I didn't feel this unending exhaustion.Nor the desperation. I feel like I'm on the losing end of a brutal chess beatdown, watching one by one as my pawns are taken from me and dumped into the river, bloodied and bruised. Rooks, bishops, knights—all are stripped away and tossed into a dumps

NinaAn hour earlierNot again.Not again. This can't be happening to me again."Why so glum, princess?" The Italian's thick accent wrenches me back to reality.He reaches across and pats my leg, his touch lingering longer than I care for, his face moving a little too slowly as he takes in the sight of me. Then he grins, and as he does so the temperature in the car falls a little. It's a Cheshire grin of sorts, the kind that's so wide it's more as if he wants to eat everyone than say hello."Don't worry, little girl. We're going to have so much fun, and soon the memory of Vladimir will disappear from your mind, no?"I sneer and quickly wish I hadn't. Gino tenses and his eyes are unblinking. No way will he make me forget Vladimir, not when I'm carrying the man's baby. And not when my heart belongs to him. No, the only way Gino could ever make me forget about Vladimir would be if he kills me.Goose bumps pepper my skin at the last thought. Gino will most likely kill me—and my baby. I ju

VladHaving Nina in my arms safe and sound is all that I wanted. I squeeze her tight, unwilling to let go. She buries her face in my shirt and cries softly. She was brave today. She saved my life. I fully expected her to run the first opportunity she got, but she didn't. And her face when I was shot told me all I needed to know. She cares about me."I'm so sorry I pushed you away," I say as I kiss the top of her head. "I don't know what I would've done if they'd hurt you. Or worse.""I'm okay," she mumbles, but squeezes me tighter."Are you sure you're okay?" I pull away slightly and push the hair from her eyes.She looks up at me and nods. Her expression softens as she looks over me to make sure I'm all right as well. How have I survived without her these past weeks?"Nina, I love you. And I know I'm an idiot for running away scared because of how I felt. But I swear I won't do that again." I place my hand under her chin and tilt it up so that she looks at me as I say my next words.

VladOne Week LaterI turn and look to the chair. Gino is strapped to it. His face is still bloodied and swollen. Every breath he takes rattles through the shattered bones of his nostrils.I run my hands through my hair three times in quick succession and fix Gino in a stare that could have frozen the Atlantic. What the hell to do? The Italian bastard threatened my family, my unborn child. He wanted to kill me, to end the Sokolov reign. So many of my men are dead.All because of him."Vladimir, this matter needs to be addressed," Eitan says and holds out a gun. He's still in a wheelchair, but he's recovered enough of his color and energy to be discharged from the hospital. This will be his last act before a well-deserved retirement.I grab the gun and growl. I stalk over to Gino and put the muzzle of the gun to his temple. The man deserves to die for all he's done. If I hadn't arrived when I did, he would've raped Nina. My arm shakes and my finger brushes the trigger. Gino deserves to

NinaI awake to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding the remaining glimpses of a dream, I soak in the warmth of my covers. My arm reaches to the space next to me only to find Vladimir's not in bed. But his smell still lingers and I inhale and smile.Down the hall, there are pots banging and I'm sure the staff is preparing breakfast. Vladimir must've gone to work early, letting me sleep in. These days, I need my rest, even taking a couple of naps throughout the day. The baby is growing rapidly and my body drains of energy quicker than usual.But I'm hungry, so I hoist myself from my comfy place and throw on a robe before heading downstairs. The cool tile on my feet is soothing. But I'm not prepared for the scene before me. Out on the terrace is the most beautiful setup I've ever seen, better than the first dinner I ever had with Vladimir.Jasmine flowers line the terrace; nothing is more perfect to me. Five white petals with sunshine yellow in the