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Mafia's Runaway And Pregnant 95
CamilaI’ve developed a slight obsession with baby forums. My mother is out of reach, Layla has never had kids, Ollie is too naive, and Adriana … I should be able to talk to Adriana, but ever since her husband was roped in to help with the cops, our relationship has been awkward. Each chat has a heavy air around it, like discussing the baby is inappropriate.I’ve wondered more than once if she’s not actually excited about the pregnancy. Her opinion of Asher isn’t a glowing one, after all.Sitting downstairs in a patch of sun on the long green couch by the massive windows, I scroll through my phone idly. There are all kinds of messages on the forum. People post about how far along they are—they love comparing their babies to the size of vegetables and fruit—and talk about if they’re having a boy or a girl; they even complain about their in-laws. That’s a very popular topic to vent about.I’d take that problem over the ones I have, I muse cynically. I’m reading the live chat, and half t
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Ice spreads through my bones. The deliciousness of the meal evaporates. “What?”“You died because of me. I was responsible. Camila, the very thought that I could lose you is unbearable.”Reaching over the table, I grab his hand in mine. “You won’t.”“Predicting the future is impossible,” he argues sourly.I clench his hand tighter. “Yes, but I know you won’t be the reason I die.”The lights on the chandelier flicker, then go out. I yelp in surprise. “What happened?”“Shit,” Asher mutters, scraping his chair backward. The firelight makes one half of the cabin red and orange; the window paints the rest in washes of blue and somber purple. I didn’t notice it earlier, but there’s a scraping, wheezing noise, tiny taps as something small and hard brushes along the window. He moves to a metal plate on the wall—I could barely see it if not for the fire’s glow. He fiddles with it. “The snow has started coming down again hard. Must have taken the power out.”“Will we be okay?” I ask nervously.
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Asher“Tell me everything,” I say.I’m standing in one of the large bedrooms in the cabin. There are four, but this is the biggest. It’s the only space that can comfortably fit me, Mila, and six of my brigadiers. Kostya has placed himself dead center in the room, his shoulders pulled back, head high and static. The rest sit behind him in an arrangement of chairs I’ve had brought in from other rooms.Mila is the only other one on her feet; she’s picked the back right corner, huddling into the gap like she wants to be ignored. She keeps her arms tucked around her chest, her lips scrunched up.Kostya clears his throat. “Three days after you left, the police raided the mansion. They searched it up and down, turned it inside out, but of course, they found nothing.”“I assume they interrogated the staff?” I ask.“Nobody said a word, of course.”Not surprising; my people are loyal down to their bone marrow. “Good. What else?”Kostya glances over at Nikolai. The lanky man jumps to his feet to
Mafia's Runaway And Pregnant 98
CamilaKilling him isn’t something I relish, but it’s going to happen sooner or later.That sentence chases me through the cabin. It follows me down the hall, past the ice-fogged windows, around the carefully crafted wooden benches built into the walls. It’s on my heels like a dog on the hunt all the way to the bedroom I’ve been sharing with Asher.I stare around at the space for half a second before retreating.No, I can’t be in there.I can’t be anywhere that feels like him.The cabin is large enough that ducking into a guest bedroom isn’t hard. I have my pick from the bunch. They’re all similar in design. All I care about is the white bed in the middle of the room.Killing him isn’t something I relish, but it’s going to happen sooner or later.How can he say that? My head is being pulled apart by pressure. I’m trying not to cry from frustration and disappointment. From the pocket of my sweater dress, I tug out my phone. I’m halfway to dialing when I remember the obvious. Plucking t
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AsherWinter has wrapped the world in its fist. Though no more storms have arrived, the weather has been stark. The kind of cold that steals the air from your lungs if you stand outside and take too deep of a breath. From the window of the back bedroom, I stare over the lake. Its ivory surface melds with the land. I only know it’s there because parts of the wooden dock are visible. The thick rope extends out before vanishing into the nothingness.“I was patrolling one of the areas you gave me, pakhan,” Kostya says from my side. He arrived ten minutes ago with Mila. I wasted no time rushing them into this private place for some news. “We have a location on Yannick.”I twist around to stare at him with interest. “Well?” I demand.“He was moving Katinka and the boy, Roman, into a black vehicle. A Mercedes. They proceeded to drive west while I pursued. The place they stopped at is a house in another suburb, one that’s still under development, very secluded. Lightly defended too, at least
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Camila“This is ridiculous,” I scoff. “Mila, you can’t go along with this!”Ignoring me, the black-haired woman speaks in a hurried, authoritative voice to the young man in the hall. “Asher wants her locked in here. That means she doesn’t leave until he says so. Understood?”“Mila!” I argue.The guy glances at me nervously.“I said, do you understand, Jeremy?” Mila asks hotly.“Yeah, I got it,” he insists, lifting his hands to calm her. “I’ll stay right here. She won’t go anywhere.”Squaring off with the pair of them, I hold up the prayer beads accusingly. “Did you know he’s been listening to my conversations?”With a bitter smile, Mila just shrugs. “Of course I did. Who do you think put those there in the first place?”The fight sags out of my shoulders. Mila knew? This whole time? Just how little does Asher trust me?“And don’t think about doing anything stupid, Camila Yannickevna,” Mila continues. “It’s more than just a microphone in those beads. There’s a GPS tracker as well. In c
Mafia's Runaway And Pregnant 101
CamilaThe snow is coming down in sheets. With the wipers going at top speed, I’m allowed a few seconds of vision before I’m blind again. My jaw is clenched for the entire agonizingly long drive. White-knuckling the steering wheel, I take a right turn into a dark section of road. If my GPS is right, Yannick’s location is closer to the hospital than Asher’s cabin. There’s a chance I’ll beat him there if he’s spent enough time organizing his men before moving to strike.Please don’t let me be too late.My wipers are working less now—the snow is slowing down. Turning into a development with lots of unfinished houses, I start to ride my brake. I’m close ... Where is it ... The pavement is slippery from the storm. I take each turn with the utmost caution. I’m moving at barely a mile per hour, my headlights glistening wetly on the ground, when I see the house.It’s as quiet as the rest of them. Not a single light is on. There’s one working streetlamp, and it casts a pale-yellow glow on the
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Asher“Mi gotovi,” Mila says. We’re ready.Casting my gaze over her head, I look around in the low lights. The snow has stopped falling, but the heavy clouds remain. The homes on the street are as quiet as graves. Just around the bend is the division that’s currently under construction. It makes sense for Yannick to have set up here. There’s no one else living in the other homes. Most aren’t even finished being built.Once we move ahead, there’ll be no one to hear what happens. We’ll be acting under near-total cover of darkness. There are streetlamps here, positioned one after the other like kids lined up for school, but around the corner there’s only one. The plan to use snipers was scrapped when we realized there wouldn’t be a good line of sight. It’s a small setback.“Asher?” Mila prods.Pulling my black gloves tighter against my wrists, I peer back down the road. None of my men are visible, but I know where every single one of them is positioned. “Go with the second team. I need y
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