Pampered By The Rival Syndicate Don

erminating the unborn heir of the city's m

tection and a home-cooked meal to his ex-lover, moments af

nthouse, bleeding and bro

because she had a "delicate stomach," leaving m

violently kicked my packed sui

rity right now," he snapped, rus

mber when I frantically trie

we had built an

le doe could make him discard my life and our child's ex

e, I wiped my tears and opene

nt is officially disso

tactical gear, and boarded a private

pte

he Syndicate's sterile secrets, preparing to extinguish the unborn heir of

ery resource-and a meal prepared by his own hand-to his former lover, m

igh-pitched hum; the air, thick with the sharp tang

r of the mafia, raised like me on gunpowder and tile scrubbe

hat barely disturbed the air. "You are severing a seven-year alliance. Vincent is h

n at my encrypted burner phone and opened the secure

the hunger gnawing at me. I had even reminded him that to order delivery to our penthouse was

a single, di

ea

the social media tracker our secur

minutes ago. The caption read: Feeling so unsafe in t

a comment from Vincent's v

y. From now on, I will personally prepare you

, I passed the

hardening as a dark, familiar

a bitch," G

reopening my chat with

past unanswered calls that stood like silent accusations.

cure lines while he was away on Family business, discussing Syndicate politics, cha

of his suit's inner pockets with me-

he had cast aside for the good of the Family to secure our betrothal. Now she was back, playing the

ons button on the

istory vanished from th

the clinic nu

red window at the setting sun. The sky was streaked with shad

ittle and cold, that I had no desire wh

ion-physical agony, the chill of steel ins

uare feet of imported marble and twenty-four-hour biometric s

y, a deep ache settled in my bones, and

ths-a warm, deep, and entirely relaxe

nt on the cold stone ou

s saying, his tone affectionate. "Otherwise

n its hinges as I

antly, his features hardening into the col

his hand. "What do you want?"

at, my vocal cords scraping together, dry

a," he sighed, his annoyance a palp

ering the receiver, his voice softened dramatic

e in the shadows. I looked down at my hands; the fin

ingers brushed against the crump

kitchen, pouring a glass of ice water,

t from three days prior, during the finalizatio

bordered on cruel, that Elena's favorite s

hylactic shock, Vincent," I had to

pped back, his eyes flashing with irritation.

gainst my skin. The cold liquid pooled in the

arrote, tightened around my chest-regret for n

the master bedroom. I sat on the edge

cavern of per

I wa

he morning, the heavy bedroo

and unbuttoned his collar. The sharp, clean scent of hi

ctly straight

n, sharp blade in the silence. "We