All Chapters of Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amelia During my year away from Ryan, I watched Starwars. I now realize that the room I slept in must have been Ryan's old one and that he was a nerd in his younger years. But the point I'm trying to make is that we look like Tusken raiders right now. Ryan is sleeping while most of his body is covered by a cloth as we travel through the desert on my lizard's back. Sand is blowing into my face, letting me know this path won't be easy. I have to find him human meat, but discomfort shoots through me like a bullet every time I think about him eating another person. Am I a weakling for having hesitation about killing a human so that Ryan can eat their flesh? I kill for survival, but somehow, blowing someone's head off for Ryan to eat feels different. And once he has eaten, am I supposed to leave him again? Ryan said he couldn't be with other people, and that knowledge makes my stomach churn. I had hoped to stay with him and maybe have a baby together, but

The following day I wake up in Ryan's arms. We ended up spending the night inside the abandoned mall. The lizards are hurdled together, and Blue is lying on his back with his tongue hanging out.I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of Ryan pressing me to him. The weight of his arm on my waist is reassuring. He mumbles something in his sleep and then digs his head into my neck. His arms move up, crosses over my chest, and I giggle."You're so needy even when you're sleeping..." I tap his arm, smiling when life returns into his tired eyes. I can't see his face, but I can feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin. It tickles.A yawn erupts from him, and he smacks his lips. "Hi..." He doesn't sound like he wanted to get up just yet. "What is the time?"I snort. "Does it look like I'm wearing a watch?""Right..." Ryan still sounds half-asleep. He yawns again and hugs me to him—I feel like his personal teddy bear. "Could we sleep a bit longer

MarcusCountless items are scattered over the floor; the entire mansion is in ruins. I caused it, and neither do I regret it. Destruction is the only thing keeping me sane.Rage, the kind that can't be contained, courses through my veins, exploding into a fit of rage when I pass a vase. I grab the flowery pot, throwing it at the wall as I yell.Dirt flies everywhere, tainting the air, but I don't fucking care. Nothing can calm down the heat boiling within me."Fucking number two!" I'm shaking, blinded by the pain and anger from having lost my mate. My heart is split into two. "And that mate of his—her lizard ate Courtney!"I turn around, glaring at the small man trying to hide from my penetrating gaze. "How could you let that happen? Answer me! Why didn't you try to save her?""I-I don't know!"Bob, my slave and information source, is trembling with his rat-like nails inserted into his mouth. There isn't a single assertive bone

AmeliaI'm featherbrained. We have been traveling for two weeks, and I think something is wrong with my body. I'm nauseous every morning, with kicks of anguish in my abdomen. Part of me is wondering if maybe a pregnancy between a hybrid and a human is different—perhaps even dangerous.A normal pregnancy wouldn't be taking this toll on my body at such an early stage, but you never know when you're carrying a mini zombie."Ryan…" I mumble. "I'm not… I'm not feeling so good."Giovani and the others are driving the minivan. Ryan is with Lizzie, and Blue is sitting in the minivan with his head out the window. Meanwhile, Cuddles is carrying me on his back.Another wave of dizziness rushes over me, making me let go of the reins and tumble backward. For a moment, I worry I will hit the ground and break my head. I'm about to fall off the saddle, but Cuddles bends forward to send me flying the other way, thus saving me."Amelia!" R

RyanThere is no goddamn air-condition in this entire building. Electricity runs just fine in the village, but Charles doesn't want to waste it cooling down the rooms inside the hospital."As if we didn't have enough things on our plates already," I mutter to myself and hug the little hybrid, human, whatever closer to my chest. "Not only do we have to deal with matters of the heart, but now we have to survive in this extreme heat too."I peer down at the silent baby as if I foresee him to answer me, and a smile thugs at the corner of my lips.My heart has never been this unsettled, joyous, and broken at the same time. I'm holding little Wyatt in my arms, wondering if he will be content only having his father in the picture.I should head to the library later, see if there are any books about fatherhood.How do I raise a child on my own?Tears are forming in my eyes, but I fight them and struggle to keep my lips under control. It's my