Page 56 of Dark Prince

“Well, I did kidnap her.” I shrug, setting the folder down. “But, I suppose to keep the heat off, I’ll have to take her back to work to see her friends and to the police station.”

“Make sure you go to Metro, we have the Captain in our pocket.”

“I know the drill, those assholes down at South are the reason I was sent to prison.” I shake off the anger I feel inside and push off his dresser. “I’ll get it taken care of.”

Walking towards the door I hear Kenan shuffle on the bed, “Congrats on the kid.” Kenan says, moving through his room. “Try not to fuck it up like they did us.” He disappears into the bathroom and shuts the door.

There are times when I wish I had been born into a different family, one that didn’t kill, sell drugs and weapons, and a slew of other illegal activities. But, if I had ended up anywhere else, I wouldn’t have found Cordelia.

Cordelia and my unborn child are the only important things I have in my life. So if I have to string up a few men or take my woman hunting to make up for forcing her to be with me, then so be it.

May the streets run red with blood, and my dick stay wet in her cunt, because nothing could ever stop me from keeping her around.

?Chapter Thirty

?Cordelia

The car ride is silentas we drive to my old job and the silence is nearly unbearable. After I woke up, Candace, the girls, and I had a heart to heart. Or well they talked and I listened. Being a Mazitti means making the hard decisions, especially the female Mazitti’s. The men are our muscles, but we the women are the brains behind the operation.

Candace said I’ll be taking over thejusticeside of things in the family. Making sure who needs to disappear, disappears. Which sounds glorious, I’ll get to feed my own beast, with the power of the Mazitti family at my back. I’ll be able to hunt without the fear of being caught, because no Mazitti ever goes out alone and there is always a team waiting for a call for clean up or extraction if I get in trouble.

All of that sounds good, so why do I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, oh right, because I’m married to Satan himself. He forced this pregnancy on me, repeatedly cumming inside me, after I told him not to, time and time again. He’s been planning this the whole time, since the second he took me, hell I’d bet he thought this all through before I ever approached him. He likes to play his games, thinking ten steps ahead and calculating out the results.

“I hate you.” I tell him, watching his fist grip the steering wheel, white knuckles clinging on to the leather. “I just wanted to live my life, one dance and kill at a time.”

“You still can.” He replies through gritted teeth.

“With a baby on my hip,” I laugh.

“We’ll have help. An entire house, full of people willing to step in when we can’t.”

“Why, so my son can grow up to be like you?” I fold my arms over my chest and lean back into the seat, slouching down trying to hide away.

“I hope my daughter is exactly like you. Strong and powerful, smart and fierce.” He rebuttals, almost like he’s thought about it. “And I hope my son is a better man than me.”

We can agree on that, I say to myself, not wanting him to know I feel the same way. “Where are we going?” I ask as he exits the highway.

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