Page 21 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“I fucking hate you.”

“Feel whatever you like about me. It won’t change anything.”

He climbs into the driver’s seat and sets off. “You kept your pregnancy from me. You’re not exactly Snow White.”

“You were stalking me. You found out at the same time as me.”

“And now I’ve captured you, and you’re not getting away again. We will get married. You will have my child. We will be a family together.”

“You sound happy about that. You realize I’ll run the first chance I get.”

“Tell yourself that if it helps you get through this.”

His expression sends terror through my soul. “You are mine now. Keeping you captive keeps you safe. You don’t seem capable of grasping that fact, so I’m going to be strict with you. You’ll behave, or face the consequences.”

“Let me guess. You’ll kill me like you killed that man on my doorstep.”

“I have no intention of killing you, Keira. If I did, you’d be long gone.”

“Is that meant to reassure me?”

“You think I’m bad? Christian is much worse, trust me. And he wants to marry you.”

His lip curls into a poisonous sneer at the thought. “You could do worse than me. I won’t kick the shit out of you. I won’t torture you.

“Okay, I might not be the best husband in the world, but I’ll keep you and our child safe from harm.”

I say nothing, tugging at the bonds on my wrists. Too tight to have any hope of breaking free.

I’ll bide my time, and when I get a chance, I’ll call Zoey. She’s married to Salvatore’s brother. The ex-head of the family.

Surely he’ll be able to make his brother see sense?

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Keira

Ilook down at my wedding gown, feeling like I’m living a dream. Or a nightmare. I’ve got to wake up at some point. This can’t be actually happening, can it?

We’re at the Valentino mansion in Winnetka, Chicago—where Zoey and Antonio got married.

The ballroom is through those doors, and that’s where the reception was last time. There’s a string quartet playing somewhere.

It’s surreal even being here. It’s where Salvatore first fixed his gaze on me. I remember it only too well, being carried down to the lakehouse for a passionate encounter that changed everything.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Now, I’ve got his baby growing inside me. He’s about to put his ring on my finger, and I get no say in any of this.

I’m a piece of driftwood, buffeted by the tide. Unable to stop, to change direction, anything.

He’s made it clear that his guards are on standby; the entire mansion is surrounded. The risk is too great.

Ever since we got here, everyone has looked tense, and I haven’t evenseenZoey or Antonio.

“I can’t do this,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“What can’t you do?” Salvatore replies. “It’s just a formality.”

“You don’t understand. My wedding. Getting married. I always said I would only ever do it once. With the right person, at the right time.”

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