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Susan stayed silent, letting his words sink in, feeling the pain in his voice as he spoke. She could picture it: a young Leo, tougher than most, hardened by necessity and circumstance. “Over time,” he continued, his tone darkening, “I got deeper into it. I met people who showed me how things worked… who taught me how power worked. And once I got a taste of that, there was no going back. It was like finally being handed a weapon after years of fighting empty-handed. I didn’t have to beg or struggle for scraps. I could control things. And in my world, that control—that power—it’s everything.” His voice softened as he glanced down at her. “I know what you think of this life. It’s dangerous, it’s cruel. And it changes you. There are things I’ve done, Susan, that…” His voice trailed off, the words left unspoken. She looked up, meeting his gaze, searching his eyes for something—regret, vulnerability, anything that made him more than just the cold exterior he showed the world. She reached
Last Updated : 2025-01-31THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS 51
Emboldened by the obvious approval in his eyes, she let her hands fall away. Lust flared over his face as left the bed and his hands went to the buttons of his shirt. Halfway down, he lost patience and ripped the remaining buttons. He shrugged out of the sleeves and then tore impatiently at his pants. She sucked in her breath and held it when his boxers, with his pants, slipped down and his turgid manhood came into view. Then it stuttered out, a silent staccato in the quiet as he moved closer to the bed. He spread her knees and fit his body to hers, settling between her thighs as he came down onto the bed. Hot, silken and yet rough in a heady, masculine way, his skin clung to hers, burning her, making her move restlessly underneath him. They kissed again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, prolonging the mating of their tongues. Soft and wet, clinging and dueling, a precursor to the dance their bodies would yet perform. “I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel so out of co
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Leo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted in his seat, adjusting his grip on the wheel as though trying to gather his thoughts. “Because it’s not safe,” he finally said, his tone low. Susan almost laughed, “Since when did you start caring about my safety so much?” she asked. Leo flinched. He couldn’t blame her for asking that question. When they met and he asked her to work for him, her safety had been the least of his concerns, but gradually he started to care, and he didn't want her to get in trouble, especially with the cops who were sniffing around now. “I don't know, but I’ve already pulled you into my world too much. This weekend… You were right. I should have told you what we were there for. You should have been aware, and it also showed me how dangerous this life is for you. I can’t—I won’t—risk you getting hurt, at least not anymore.” Susan’s heart ached at his words. She wanted to argue, to tell him she could handle it, but she couldn’t ignore the truth in his v
Last Updated : 2025-02-03THE MOB BOSS'S PREGNANT MISTRESS 53
Susan’s day had been long but productive. She’d just finished showing a charming two-story house to an eager couple. As she stepped out of the house and into the crisp autumn air, she felt a glimmer of pride at the deal she was confident she’d close soon. It had been a while since she’d allowed herself to feel anything other than heartbreak, and today felt like a small step toward reclaiming herself. It had been two long weeks since she'd seen or spoken to Leo. Samuel was relieved that they were done with Leo and his money. Caroline on the other hand, just felt sorry for her. Susan however, was just trying… And failing… to not think about him. Today she was doing better, but her sense of accomplishment vanished when she spotted two men leaning against a black sedan parked a few steps away from her car. Feeling her heart beat faster, she approached them. “I'm sorry. May I help you?” she asked loudly. They were Justin Beck and Collins Hallman. The same two detectives who had quest
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Her patience snapped. “Move, Connor.” Connor sighed, his tone softening, though he didn’t budge. “This isn’t a good time. Trust me.” “I don’t care if it’s a good time or a bad time,” Susan shot back, her voice rising. “I need to talk to him. Now.” Before Connor could say another word, she sidestepped him and started up the stairs. He reached out, his hand brushing her arm, but she shook him off and kept going. “Susan!” Connor called after her, his voice sharp with frustration, but she didn’t stop. When she reached the top, the door to the lounge was slightly ajar, and she could hear the low hum of voices inside, mixed with occasional laughter. Susan hesitated for a moment, her stomach twisting in knots. Then she pushed the door open. Inside, the room was dimly lit, the golden glow of a chandelier casting shadows across the plush leather sofas and glass coffee tables. Leo sat in the center of it all, lounging back with an air of detached authority. On either side of him were two
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“Safe?” she interrupted, her voice dripping with disbelief. “I don't know that you care. I don't know anything about you. Safe would’ve been telling me the truth. Safe would’ve been leaving me out of this entirely!” Her voice cracked, as she added softly, “You wouldn't have pushed me away if you wanted to keep me safe” They stood there in heavy silence, both breathing hard. Her last sentence hung like a cloud in their midst. How could she have let herself come to this? Somehow, she'd fallen for a man without a conscience. A man who didn't care what happened to her as far as he got what he wanted. A man who probably didn't even understand how to genuinely care about anyone else. Leo opened his mouth to respond, but Susan shook her head and turned away, unable to look at him any longer. She needed space—space to think, space to feel, space to figure out how she’d ended up here with him. “What did you tell them,” she heard Leo's voice ask. “Nothing,” she replied as she turned to fa
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The familiar tightening at his groin infuriated him, for he had spent half of the previous night in a cold shower after seeing her again for the first time since their trip to Atlantic City, his hunger for her refusing to abate. It incensed him that he should still lust after her to that extent. It didn’t make sense after the way she had spoken and walked away from him either. He wanted to walk away and turn his back on her without a thought, something he had contrived to do with every other woman he had ever known. He didn’t want her to be different or exceptional in any way, but he'd tried to walk away already, and yet here he was. Susan gritted her teeth in the heavy silence. “After our conversation and the way we parted yesterday, I’m sure you can understand my surprise to see you here. Shouldn't you be busy working on something? Or have you forgotten already?” “You didn’t answer my calls this morning,” he replied, his tone even but tinged with frustration. Susan raised an ey
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“Oh, poor you,” Susan said sarcastically. “Meanwhile, I’m the one getting cornered by detectives and having my life ripped apart. You don’t understand how I feel, Leo,” “Naturally not. I’m not as emotional as you are,” Leo responded, his voice softening, fascinated by the fluctuating feelings that shimmered across her highly expressive face as fast as clouds in a stormy sky. That he had recognised the depth of emotion that currently controlled her unnerved Susan. The heights and depths of feeling attacking her usual equilibrium and swinging her first one way and then to the opposite extreme were unfamiliar to her and horribly unwelcome. She collided with smoldering dark eyes and her tummy flipped, her heartbeat accelerating. That fast she wanted him with a ferocious longing that she had not known it possible for her to feel. The atmosphere crackled. Her entire skin surface prickled, her nipples tightening into straining prominence, liquid heat flowering between her slender thighs. E
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“So… How are you feeling?” Samuel asked Susan after she dropped off their mother at his apartment one evening. Susan stopped short. He had offered to walk her to her car, but there was something in his voice—a knowing edge—that sent a ripple of nerves through her. Susan shot him a glance, “Mom told you, didn't she?” she asked gently. Samuel nodded, his expression both apologetic and concerned. “Yeah, she did.” Susan exhaled, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her. She’d been dreading this conversation, but now that it was happening, she realized she was grateful she didn’t have to find the words to break the news herself. She braced herself for the questions she knew were coming next. They got to her car, and Susan turned to face her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Samuel asked, his voice tinged with hurt. “I mean, I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with sometimes, but this…” He paused, searching for the right words. “This is something… beautiful, Suzy.” H
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Susan nodded, taking a sip of water to avoid further scrutiny. “Yeah, just a lot going on.” Samuel chimed in, changing the subject. “Mom, she's doing so well at work. With the way she's always busy, I bet she’s going to be running the place in no time.” Susan shot her brother a grateful look. “Hardly. But thanks for the vote of confidence, Sam.” The conversation shifted again, moving to Elizabeth's plans for the week and Samuel’s idea of signing up for a cooking class. Susan laughed along, grateful for the reprieve from any personal questions. Samuel left for the kitchen and reappeared with dessert, and the mood lightened even more. When dinner was over, he insisted on cleaning up, while Susan and their mother went up to the living room to talk. “You seem carried away by your thoughts,” Elizabeth told Susan when they were finally seated and alone in the living room. “I do?” Susan asked in astonishment. Clearly she'd not done a good job of hiding her feelings properly. “Yes, y
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Susan set the plate of rice, stew, and salad in front of her brother and turned to fetch a bottle of wine and a glass. By the time she turned back, Samuel was already halfway through his first bite, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Wow, at least pretend to have some self-control,” Susan said with a smirk, placing the wine on the table. “You act like you haven't eaten in days,” Samuel didn’t slow down but grinned between bites. “You act like I’ve eaten something decent in the past week,” he said, his words muffled by a mouthful of food. “Seriously, though, I’ve been living off instant noodles and takeout. I barely have time to cook anything worth eating these days. I'm a busy man, you know. I leave for work early and I come back late at night or in the evening, then I repeat the same thing the next day.” “Ever heard of meal prep?” Susan teased, pouring him a glass of wine. He waved her off. “Too much effort. Maybe I should just get myself a wife. Problem solved.” Susan raise
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Susan stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, staring at her reflection as if it belonged to someone else. Her usually vibrant complexion was pale, her eyes puffy and shadowed, and her hair hung in disarray, as if it had given up along with the rest of her. In her trembling hand was the pregnancy test kit that seemed heavier than anything she’d ever held. Behind her, Caroline perched on the edge of the bed, her expression a mix of concern and impatience. “Just take it to the bathroom and pee on it, Susan,” she said gently but firmly. Susan turned away from the mirror to glare at her best friend. “I know how it works, Care,” she snapped, though her voice was shaky. “I’m not stupid. I’m just… scared.” Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the test. “What if it’s positive?” Caroline met her gaze with calm resolve, crossing her arms. “Then you deal with it. One step at a time. But you’re not doing yourself any favors by dragging this out.” She tilted her head slightly. “You’re goin
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The room fell into a heavy silence. She finally turned back to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You were right,” she said, her voice trembling. “You were right to push me away. I should’ve listened. I should’ve stayed away.” Leo didn’t move, but she saw the flicker of pain in his eyes. “Susan…” “No,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “This isn’t working. It’s not good for either of us. As much as it hurts to say it, we need to cut ties, Leo. Completely.” She swallowed hard, the words almost choking her. “It’s the only way.” Leo leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He didn’t argue, didn’t try to convince her otherwise. He just sat there, staring at her like he was memorizing every detail of her face. “I get it,” he said finally, his voice low and rough. “You’re right.” Susan’s heart broke a little more at his calm acceptance. A silly part of her wanted him to fight her on it, to tell her she was wrong, that they could make it work. But deep down, she k
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Justin Beck adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on Susan’s car as it pulled out of the driveway. “You see that place?” he muttered to his partner, Collins. “Guy’s living like a damn king.” Collins Hallman smirked, his fingers drumming on the dashboard. “Bet the wallpaper in that place costs more than my house.” “Focus,” Justin snapped, watching as Susan’s car turned onto the main road. “This is it. She’s got to be making the drop.” “About time,” Collins said, sitting up straighter. “Vince better not be screwing us over.” “He knows what’s at stake,” Justin replied. “Let’s tail her. Keep it subtle.” They followed Susan’s car at a safe distance, their unmarked sedan blending into traffic. Justin’s grip on the wheel tightened as adrenaline coursed through him. Months of surveillance, countless hours piecing together this case—it all came down to this. “She’s heading downtown,” Collins said, checking the GPS. “Warehouse district, maybe?” “Looks like it,” Justin said, his ey
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Her brows furrowed as she processed his words. “Wallpaper?” It sounded like a smart plan, but Susan still had questions. She stared at Leo in stunned silence, her arms crossed defensively. “You’re telling me you’re going to use Vince, the same guy who just betrayed you, to trick the cops?” Leo’s smirk returned, though his tone was all business. “Exactly. Vince may be a lot of things—greedy, reckless—but he’s not stupid. He knows if he screws this up, it’s over for him. He’s desperate to prove he’s still useful.” “And you trust him?” she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. “I trust that he’s more afraid of me than he is of the cops,” Leo said coolly. “That’s all I need from him. He’ll tell them you’re making a delivery of counterfeit bills. They’ll follow you, hoping for a big bust, but when they search your car…” “They’ll find wallpaper?” Susan interrupted, her brows lifting in disbelief. Leo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Exactly. Rolls of wallpaper. Compl
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Susan almost shot out of her chair in anger, her heart pounding. The only thing that kept her rooted was the dozen eyes in the restaurant that would turn on her if she caused a scene. Still, every fiber of her being wanted to scream at him, to reach across the table and slap that smug grin off his face. Was he insane? Did he seriously think she would let him gamble with her life like this, especially now that the cops were probably watching her every move? “You must be crazy if you think I'm going to let you threaten me into doing anything I don't want to do, Leo.” she hissed, her voice low but venomous, “Is this why you asked me to come here? This—this reckless plan is your solution?” Her hands trembled as she grabbed her bag off the table and rose, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Stay the hell away from me, Leo,” she said, voice cracking with fury, and without giving him a chance to respond, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant. ______________
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“Boss, please—” Vince’s voice cracked as Connor and Asher rose from their seats, grabbing him by the arms. “No! Boss, please! I can fix this!” he screamed, struggling as they dragged him toward the door. Leo followed, his steps slow and measured. When he returned alone fifteen minutes later, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his hands were clean. But there was a faint, almost imperceptible smear of red on his knuckles. He sat down at the head of the table, lighting another cigarette, exhaling smoke into the heavy silence. “Now,” he said, his tone brisk, “let’s make sure the cops never get close again.” His mind was racing ahead. He had dealt with the rat, but the damage was done. The cops were on his case, and he needed to find a way to tighten his grip before everything unraveled. __________ “Fancy place for a meet up,” Susan said as she took a seat in front of Leo at the restaurant he'd requested her to meet him at. She'd spent days obsessing about the cops that she though
