Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

a dog cage because he believed I murde

name, and my humanity, all to ave

ed, alive and smiling, I th

she frame

e pushed my little brother down

roken body in the rai

elding Kinsley under his umbrella,

e monster o

lized love wasn't

of the hospital roof a

I wanted him to suffe

a in New York, the Ice King

an in the red dress, th

in the eye and smi

his voice trembling wi

n my world, Anastasia. And y

pte

tasi

against the cold linoleum, when the War

the floor, stopping

atch. "Your husband is outside, and he says if you aren't in the car

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the meat from my bones, but it hadn't touched the panic that lived i

New York's most powerful Don. A woman so broken by the "accidental" dea

murderer. A rat. A woman wh

box as I sprinted past. I didn't need to open it to know what was inside, bu

ock

e smiled back at me. Blonde, per

as written in Courtland's s

r daily

o wear the face of the woman he believed I killed.

etal around my neck.

real addicts, real broken souls-didn't look at me. They knew better. I was t

he humid New York air hit me like a phys

ned th

. I expected soldiers. I expected

ray pavement and the distant,

this a test? Was I supposed to run so

I hea

ory roar o

nd the corner. It wasn't slow

aimed direct

e*, but my body was locked in t

bber and smoke filling my lungs

eat from the engine radiated through my thin, r

er's doo

t the pavement. Then a l

hnson rose f

d saved in the garden all those years ago was gone. Th

line of granite, and his eyes-those dark, intelligent eyes that

ce. He looked at the lo

n," he

devoid of affection. It wa

ld barely work the handle. I slid into the leather seat. It

the safety I u

melled li

as even fully inside. He slammed the car into gear and peeled o

I asked, my voice

ahead. His knuckles were w

hen spoken t

, desperation lending

e without a scene," he cut me off, his tone sharp eno

ng in the air between us

ed, shrinking against the door

t took in my gaunt cheeks, the dark circles under m

ife. He saw a sta

the road, cold and dead. "I'm dying. And before I go,