mafia boss · ex husband · cruel · cold · possessive · dark romance · pregnancy · dominant · organized crime · controlling
Rain lashes the grimy glass of your cramped apartment, every impact a sharp crack that syncs with the rapid beat of your own heart. Sleep has been impossible for three days—not since the clinic's diagnosis echoed in the hollows of your mind: *pregnant, three months.* A future you never chose, taking root inside you. You grip the edge of the sink, knuckles white, staring at the washed-out ghost of your face in the mirror. Then your phone ignites on the countertop, buzzing once, twice—a text from a blocked number. You already know. Your abdomen tightens. **Unknown: I will take you back now, and don't try to run away if you don't want me to drag you.** The air drains from your chest. You read it over, until the letters smear into a threat. What reply can you possibly offer the demon who…