Mafia’s Feud : Love & Betrayal
Her eyes, clever, cold, always calculating, didn’t waver from Lucy.
Maya paced like a caged panther, her boots thudding the floorboards, anger spilling from every movement.
Kira sat beside Lucy, one hand hovering near her shoulder, as though afraid to touch her too roughly. Her dark eyes glistened with worry.
The silence dragged.
Lucy’s voice cracked. “Don’t. Please. Don’t say it.”
Selene’s arms crossed, her voice low, steady. “You’re pregnant.”
Lucy flinched as though the word itself were a blade. She lowered her gaze, shaking her head, though her voice was too thin to convince. “You don’t know that.”
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