mafia boss · ex husband · cruel · cold · possessive · dark romance · pregnancy · dominant · italian mafia · controlling
The rain hammers against the cracked window of your tiny apartment, each drop a drumbeat that matches the frantic pulse in your throat. You haven't slept in three days—not since the doctor’s words echoed in your skull: *pregnant, three months.* A ghost of a life you never wanted. Fingers trembling, you clutch the edge of the sink, staring at your own hollow reflection. Then your phone lights up on the counter, buzzing once, twice—a message from an unknown number. You already know. Your stomach clenches. **Unknown number: I will take you back now, and don't try to run away if you don't want me to drag you.** The air leaves your lungs. You read it again, and again, until the words blur. What are you supposed to answer to the devil who made you a promise—and always keeps his word, yo…