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Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

tasi

avily over the gravel

castle. Now, with its looming stone turrets and im

e swerved sharply to the left, forcing the car onto the

mach d

wasn't for guests.

for t

n the brakes

e gravel. The sun was setting, casting long, blood-red shad

used to know. These were new faces-younger, harder,

ir grip was bruising, fingers di

to dig my heels into the shifting rock

ked toward the shadows where the iron ken

My shoes scraped useles

rgest run, three Dobermans paced. They were massive beasts, muscles rippling like coiled steel under sl

" Courtla

uards unlock

zing my throat. "Courtland,

finally turned to face me. "You are a

d to the

oved me

face shredding the skin off my palms. The ga

pressing my spine agai

eir heads, a low, vibrating growl buildin

: the small, smooth surface of a lapis lazuli bead hidden in my pocket. It was the only thing I had left

d silently. *I was your

ilence Kinsley had trapped me in-meant that speak

tayed

o my ear. I squeezed my eyes

ow

voice cracke

whining submissively. They were trained to

other side of the fence, watching me tremble.

c," he m

ced in my vision. The adrenaline crash, combined with f

the cold concrete ru

rned with the shar

to the side. M

cool and thick with the sce

shed marble floor of the West Wing. S

place. She looked angelic, painted in soft pastel

eanor Johnson, Courtlan

ou filth,"

to my knees.

My lip split, and the metallic

e not family. You are the rea

eavy oak table. He swirled a glass of amber liquid

arn her place, M

ing to the floor beneath the portrait. "Bow t

ed them-enforcers in aprons. They gra

hu

ad hit th

red, the lie tasting

Eleanor

hair up and slamme

hu

rry, Ki

hu

give

g. A warm trickle of blood ran down my nos

my head. I lay there, panting, my blood

saw his expensive shoes

ouche

o see your bro

ck wouldn't support the m

from his jacket pocket. The l

this,"

at it. "W

at like you carrying my heir. If you want to s

He wanted to hollow me out so I could never

I looked at the door, imagi

't hes

, uncorked it, and swallowed

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