บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

VladYears ago"Sure is hot today," Dad said.I grunted and trekked up the small hill. "Hot doesn't even cover it. I thought the trees were supposed to keep things cool."My father chuckled. "Blame it on global warming."I took in all the air my lungs could hold and expelled it slowly. The air was rich with the fragrance of leaves and loam. The path twisted in front of us, snaking around the trees. The roots crisscrossed, gnarled and uneven. These hikes with my father were like a trip out of my everyday life. It was the only time all year I got to spend time with him by myself.The ground was smooth under our shoes and the light of the sun filtered through the tree foliage on each side of the trail. We were barely a third of the way into a three-hour hike and I was already drenched in sweat."So, your mom told me you came home late a couple of times this week. Or, I should say, she claimed you came in during the early hours of the morning." Dad quirked his brow at me as he waited for

NinaMy head isn't throbbing as much and my legs feel steadier. Thank God the alcohol is finally leaving my system. But now I can see more of the predicament I'm in, and just how dangerous this situation is. In front, one of the final women is up for bidding. That leaves just me. Her dark hair is frizzy and curly over bruised mocha skin. Her silver dress sparkles in the lights from the stage. She's missing one shoe and her knee is bleeding.The crowd hoots and hollers, but tears stain the woman's face. My brows pinch together. She looks younger than me. Do these people go around abducting young woman? How can they get away with this? Families have to be searching for these girls.And someone has to be searching for me ... right?The woman hangs her head down, her shoulders shuddering as the man holding her chain hoists her dress up to show the crowd her goods and spins her around. Some creep in the front row jumps up and slaps the woman's ass, cackling like a crazed lunatic. In that i

VladI swallow hard, hypnotized by the scene up on the stage.The beautiful brunette continues to pique my interest. Her fighting spirit, still scrapping even though there's no way out, is admirable. And her innocence. So rare. Two traits that shouldn't naturally blend together but, in her, they do. Marvelously.The delicate skin of her breasts is similarly captivating. But her fire is what holds my attention. She holds a hand to her cheek, a red handprint visible even this far back from where that fool in the front struck her. And while a mix of tears and makeup streams down her face, she recovers and glares at the man who even now lingers on the stage.I fight to keep up the appearance of complete control and utter disinterest. But the truth is the girl has touched a nerve in me. Too much. It's becoming harder to look away. I turn to Eitan. "Where did Augustin get this woman from?"He shrugs, his attention on his iPad. "Not sure. I know he scouted a few clubs tonight with some of th

NinaDread owns me, pushing against me like an invisible gale, attempting to reverse my steps backward and as far from the crowd as possible. The fear has my stomach locked up tight, and sets my face stiff like rigor mortis, my teeth locked together. But unless I can turn back time, there's no escaping the hell I'm in.Every time I've tried to fight back has resulted in failure and if what the foot-licker said is true, I'm stuck in the worst place possible. I know what these people are like. I remember what they did to my family, to my mother and me. I know there's no escaping them. And I know if I try to fight back anymore, I'll only get hurt or even killed.So, I shut up and try to dissociate. I run through some of the problems from my last final, cross-checking the numbers. I run through a checklist of things I need to get done this weekend so that I'm all set for graduation in a couple of months. And I run through the list of bills I need to pay that aren't set up for autopay. Any

VladIt's taking every ounce of willpower I have in my body not to rise to Gino's bait. He wants to get me riled up, but I won't let him play me so easily. Calm. Control. Breathe. I feel the rage start to simmer back down, and my fist slowly unclenches.Then Gino goes one step too far."Cat got your tongue, Vladimir? You're as silent as your dead old man."Big. Fucking. Mistake.Burning fury hisses through my body. Inside, I'm a volcano erupting, anger pouring off of me like a wave. How dare this Italian fuck even mention my father? A million visions run through my head—slicing Gino to pieces, bleeding him out, dragging him down the highway behind my car—a million slow, painful deaths for his insolence, none less than he deserves. I want to lash out, to hurt him again and again.But losing my temper is exactly what Gino wants. I'm an inferno on the inside; outwardly, I keep my features calm. My voice is acid as I ask him, "What did you just say?""Maybe it's time for the Sokolov reign