Page 118 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

If we both saw him, how long before one of the guards does?

I need to buy him time.

A distraction. Something loud. Something stupid.

Something I’ve always been good at.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I rasp, loud and shaky, clutching my stomach and pitching forward.

The guard grimaces. “Keep it in, bitch.”

“I can’t,” I gasp, twisting in place, one hand on my stomach, the other gripping my thigh like I’m about to collapse. “The baby?—”

He groans, annoyed. “For fuck’s sake, don’t puke on my boots.”

He steps in, leaning down without caution. That’s a mistake. Men like him don’t think women like me are dangerous. They see softness and helplessness.

They never expect the strike coming.

I snap upward and drive my forehead into the bridge of his nose.

Pain explodes behind my eyes, a bolt of white-hot lightning that makes my ears ring and my stomach lurch. But it’ssatisfying. Brutal. Clean.

His nose gives way with a crunch. He staggers back, howling, blood pouring down his face in thick rivers.

The room tilts for a beat, my vision blurs, nausea rolls in, but I breathe through it. I can’t afford to fall.

Before he can regain balance, Katarina lashes out with a sweep of her leg, catching his ankle and yanking. He crashes down hard, back slamming against concrete.

We did that.Idid that.

My pulse is hammering. My head is spinning. But underneath all of it is a cold, fierce clarity.

He thought I was weak because I’m pregnant. Because I didn’t scream.

And for the first time in hours—maybe longer—I feel like myself again.

Not someone waiting to be rescued. But someone fighting her way out.

Shouting erupts instantly.

Guards move. Matvei starts barking orders. The whole room fractures into noise and panic.

Perfect.

Amid the chaos, something flickers in the far shadows—quick, controlled movement.

Not one of theirs.

Then the lights die.

The space plunges into darkness, broken only by the sinister red pulse of emergency strobes. It paints everything in blood and shadow.

“Find them!” Matvei’s voice cuts through the dark. “Get those fucking lights on!”

Near me, Katya pulls a tiny blade from somewhere on her body. Because of course she does. She slices through her restraints, then moves to Katarina’s, then mine.

“How—” I start.

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