Page 99 of Mafia King's Surprise Baby

It’s a vintage wedding dress, I reckon as he unfolds it in front of me. A knife cuts my bindings, then I’m being forced to my feet. Pins and needles are flowing in my arms and legs, hurting me and making it impossible for me to fight back, to try and get some form of advantage over these men.

Surprise makes me gasp when all of them save this one turns their back to me, the person with me closing his eyes as he reaches out and grasps my caftan. With a sharp rip, it comes undone. My hands jump to my chest, trying to cover my breasts even though I still have my bra on, thank goodness.

“It’s black,” Jasir’s smooth, cold voice says from somewhere, making me jump as the too suave, melodious tone elicits solid dread to pool in my gut. “Take it off. No woman wears black to her wedding.”

The sick pervert is watching me!I don’t know where he is as I can’t see him, but he might have a camera or something in thespace to check on the proceedings. Of course he wouldn’t leave me unsupervised by his own eyes. I’m his now.

I feel hands reaching for me, and this time, I bat them away.

Jasir’s voice scoffs. “For fuck’s sake! Just this once, Samir.”

I understand what he meant by this as a cold trickle of dread slithers up my spine. So far, no one has hit me except for him. Just this once, the man handling me—Samir—is granted permission to make me comply. I receive a solid knee to the small of my back, the kick knocking out my breath and forcing me down to my knees thanks to the pain.

“Careful,” Jasir chides from wherever he is.

Again, it reminds me and the other men I’m his prized possession, to be handled with care. He’s the only one allowed to deface me.

I feel rough hands relieving me of my bra. My panties are also torn, the sides giving away as if they are Velcro and not solid fabric. I’m naked on my knees, and a sob lodges in my throat. But I won’t give these fuckers the satisfaction of seeing me break or beg. No way. Leo is going to come for me, I know it. I just have to hold on.

Something smothers my face. I gasp as it’s being pulled on me, catching at my shoulders. The dress—Samir is pulling it onto me. It’s hurting me as he tugs it down. The waist feels so small, it’s constraining my chest, my breasts. Pain is all I’m feeling right now, my breath coming in short pants.

Finally, the dress makes it across my torso. The waist feels tiny, nipping mine and clamping like a corset would. The tight bodiceis also making my breasts push up. Thankfully, the neckline is high, keeping my boobs in. The skirt covers my legs, hitching tightly around my hips and butt. This seems to be a dress made for a much more willowy woman. Who, I wonder. It’s vintage, though—maybe it’s a family heirloom?

Bile touches the back of my throat at this thought. Is this the dress I would’ve had to wear to marry Ardian? I made the decision to leave New York mostly because I was pregnant with my son, but I was already contemplating any possibility of escaping that marriage. The last thing I wanted was to be an Abrashi bride.

No, it’s Leo Pellegrini’s bride I wanted to be, and still do. It’s the mother of his all children that I aspire to become.

Not the plaything and sex toy of a perverted psycho. Both brothers are fucked up in this family.

As I turn around and throw up, I remember Jasir’s comment as he clamped his hand on my mouth earlier. ‘Learn to choke, dearest.’A shiver courses through me. I can think of some ways he plans to make this happen…but Jasir Abrashi is also a monster, and what I can imagine is probably way too tame for his tastes.

I retch again.

“Why is she throwing up so much?” a man asks.

“Probably got another bastard inside her,” someone else chides.

A laugh echoes. “If she does, it’s not gonna last long. The boss has plans for her.”

I don’t know from where my stomach pulls more content for meto throw up. If I had been pregnant right now, Jasir would’ve made it a point to make me lose my baby. Thank the Lord I’m not, but four years ago, with Enzo, this is what this family would’ve done to me, to my child, had I married into it.

God, this is a nightmare.Leo, please…

“Boss’s got more planned,” one of them says. “You know he invited her man to the wedding?”

My heart stops as the words register. What? No, he can’t have reached out to Leo. If Leo comes—

“It will be his funeral!” another man says, and guffaws erupt.

A gasp merges into a sob as tears prick my eyes. They’re planning to kill Leo. Should he come to this wedding, they will take him down.

I have to warn him…except, I can’t. I have no way of contacting him, no way of getting a message across. Maybe I can scream when the wedding itself will be happening, alert him this way? But this will mean he’ll need to be there to hear me. He will already be on the premises, and Jasir’s men are waiting to ambush and kill him.

There’s no way I can help him. I have no way of protecting him, of saving his life.

No! My heart clenches as pain erupts inside my every cell. A world without Leo, I can’t bear it. I made it look I’d died all these years ago so the Albanians wouldn’t seek retaliation against our side and hurt Leo if they ever came to know I was carrying his child at the time. I did all this to protect two Pellegrini men: Leo and Enzo.

Today, I have to do the same. I have no idea how, but I need to do it.

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