Page 211 of Plunge into Obsession

I didn’t feel as hopeless as before.

A slight chill came over me, and I pulled the blanket over me, snuggling into the bed and resisting the urge to yawn.

Being pregnant was so tiring. I found myself either wanting sleep or sex, sometimes simultaneously, which would then turn into a debate of which I wanted more.

Not a bad problem to have.

I could vaguely hear Gabriel’s voice downstairs. It could be hisfriendshe was talking to.

Aside from Catalina, I didn’t remember much of anyone from the wedding. I had barely met the Bratva, and I wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind when I’d seen them in Gabriel’s office.

I wondered how I would react to seeing his friends again.

They were probably powerful men in their own right.

And they shared a woman.

I couldn’t even imagine.

If Gabriel suggested he would share me with another man, I might slap him, then run away.

But there was also the aspect of having that many lips… hands…

I shuddered.

I could see the appeal of it.

But not for me.

Gabriel alone was quite overwhelming on a good day.

How would I go about handling another man as dominant as him?

I opened my eyes, realizing it had suddenly gotten very quiet.

My skin buzzed but not in a good way, and I wondered why I was so cold.

I sat up, holding the blanket against my body.

“You really know how to pick them, don’t you, Bianca?” a voice said near the door. I didn’t react. I couldn’t.

I froze.

It was a voice that I never, in a million years, thought I would hear again.

I had hoped…

Slowly, I turned around. Lucinda stood at the entrance of the door, a knife in her hand, a dark shadow in her eyes. Next to her was…Melinda?

I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was really seeing. I didn’t… couldn’t pay Melinda much mind since most of my focus was on the one girl I thought had died a long time ago.

She had to be nothing more than my imagination… right?

I shook my head and took her in once more, so sure my eyes were playing tricks on me, but no… she was still there.

She smiled viciously at me.

How could that be that I was looking at Lucinda in my home, of all places?

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