Page 16 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

Gregory’s piece-of-shit sedan broke down the minute I pushed the revs into the red, leaving me stranded and waiting for Antonio to arrange a replacement vehicle.

“Don’t let anything happen to her,” he said down the line when I called him with the bad news. “Zoey will kill us both.”

I picture his wife gunning for us. I want to smile at the idea of being killed by a small-town girl, but then I remember the stories about her. Gouging a Leone’s eye out that time.

All of a sudden, I’m not smiling.

Not my own death scares me. That’s nothing compared to the thought of Keira dying.

The truth is my obsession has long since swallowed me whole. Ever since the wedding, it’s been there, gnawing at me, making it impossible to focus properly on my job.

I know I’ll hurt her, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t know what it is about her. Only that she’s taken some part of me hostage. I belong entirely to her.

If only she could stop doing dumb things, like ignoring my orders. Doesn’t she know I’m trying to keep her safe?

Everything I’m doing is for her. I’m going to have to come down hard on her when I catch up with her.

I’ll lay down the law, and make it clear this is not happening again. Hell, I’ll chain her to the fucking bed if that’s what it takes.

The idea of that makes my cock twitch. Her, naked, limbs bound. Edging her, denying her an orgasm over and over, teasing her until she’s cursing my name.

Then silencing her curses with my cock in her mouth.

I want to take everything about her that’s good and pure, and defile it. Darken it.

Leave her exhausted from one climax after another, mark her body with my cum, make her bend over my knee to get her ass spanked bright red.

I have so many plans for her, and none of them involve letting her run around town while Christian’s goons are baying for her blood.

I head for the animal rescue center and dump the car outside. There’s only one other car here—mine.

I look around, watching for any signs of trouble. I case the exterior first, ready for action. Nothing. It’s a quiet afternoon.

I glance in through the nearest window.

She’s in there, playing with the dogs, tossing balls back and forth in a room that looks like it was set aside for the purpose.

I want to go in and grab her, ask her what the hell she was thinking. I’m about to move when I pause.

She’s laughing as a tennis ball is dumped at her feet by a grinning border collie. The sound of her laughter echoes out to me, and my heart is moved.

Reminds me of the dog I had as a kid. Little Moxy. He used to cock his head to one side in the exact same way.

She gives him a fuss, no idea I’m watching. His tail thumps, and then, quick as a flash, she tosses the ball away.

He sprints off, half a dozen other dogs going with him, all of them barking. She laughs again, and the sound breaks something inside me.

I was ready to be furious with her, but now I can’t do it. She didn’t come back here to piss me off. She did it for the animals. Just like Antonio said when he called.

Doesn’t make it right, but I guess I can give her a couple more minutes before I bring her out. I’ll keep guard, just in case.

Thirty seconds later, a car pulls up on the street, one man inside, jarringly out of place in a town like this. A man in a suit similar to mine reaches into the back for a gun.

Christian’s men always work in pairs. So if this son of a bitch is getting ready to go in, where’s his partner?

I move swiftly through the parking lot to where he’s parked. He’s out on the street, watching the center. Got here while I was around the back.

He hasn’t seen me yet.

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