Sacrifice: The Mafia Don's Pregnant Wife

onsigliere, forced to scrub their marble floors while

tured Underboss in a deadly blood-oath execution, my father

ked me in a pitch-black cell with a dying man, ex

rough the iron bars-the exact same poison she had

der tonight. Drink this. Save y

gly throwing me to the wolves just to keep hi

alm, and then at the bleeding, terrifyin

to die quietly in the dirt so they could continue buildi

ited my mother's underg

ed the deadly Underboss right in the eye, and made a blood vo

pte

oe

t of her perfume, whispering that since Cassidy had gone so far as to throw herself into the estate's landscape lake, staging a dramatic drowning and feigning a coma to escape this fate, I

c room. Brenda smiled, her perfectly painted red lips

und my neck, her manicured nails leavi

k canvas. I had learned long ago that showing

re in the Syndicate, a man who wore custom Italian suits and commande

lves to save his precious legitimate child, Cassid

tight across my chest and too long at

arms and dragged me down the grand sta

SUV. The doors slammed shut, the sound a heavy, final thud

the tinted glass. A dark, bitter amusement curled in my

rilliance and her underworld connections. When she was no longer useful, he let

going to die toda

ur before coming to a violent halt. The doors

e-a heavily guarded concrete fortr

el door. He wore a mocking grin, his eyes tracing the poorly sti

voice was a low drawl. "The Don insists on up

g my hair across my face. I looked Silas dead in th

the

ing for a fraction of a second.

evealing a dark, damp stairwell that

ng a sharp, lonely report against the con

single barred cell sat in the

ded me a silver flask, and walked back up the stairs without another word. The heavy door slammed shut above, it

ainst the palms of my hands. In the deepest, darkes

rboss they ca

orce in the underworld. It was said that his name alone caused rival Capos t

eeding mess, waiting for

cheap veil off my head, toss

dim light caught his fa

ng lines of a fallen statue. His jaw was a hard angle, his cheekb

hite dress, and then to my face. He did not

d-oath whiskey?" My voice was st

growl. It sounded like me

e going to share my ex

he steel felt cold against my skin as I drew it firmly across the pad of my index finger, watching three

ed over my radial artery; the pressure was so immense I could hear the faint compre

his breath a hot, foul gust across my face. "Charl

dy to snap my

pulse. Then, with my free hand, I drove my thumb and forefinger into

ped back, and I tipped the flask's cold rim against his lips

into my chest, the impa

eyes slipping shut. "I will give you the location of my offshore accounts. They will g

burning swig of the whiskey. The fire

ed bluntly. "And are you strong en

n. He stared at me as

ghts are running

o him. I reached forward and grabbed the

to treat y

nds away. His eyes darkene

e. Patching up a corp

is chest, spotting deep lacerations that looked danger

avy layers of my wedding dress. Strapped to

aling sterilized needles, high-gra

resisting as I reached out, my calloused fin

quiet, save for the sound of my ragged brea

his flesh. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across his brow from the agony,

against the chains. He looked at the ceilin

your effort.

the cold iron of his chains, leaning in close so

ll." My voice was a low, fierce promise.

yes locked onto mine. He stared at me for a lon

he didn't-I had not come here to die. I had come here to burn