Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance
His eyes flicker to my stomach, and I feel exposed, vulnerable.
“You don’t care about me,” I say, my voice rising with anger. “You just want control. You think you can use this baby to manipulate me.”
His smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more primal.
“You’re wrong,” he says quietly, and for a moment, I think I see a flicker of something human in his eyes. “I care more than you realize. That’s why I won’t let you go.”
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The drive feels endless, the tension in the car suffocating. Ivan’s men are silent in the front seats, their presence a constant reminder that escape is impossible.
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