Page 69 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

“She’s mine now,” Stefano says. He releases his hold on my throat and rests his gun down. My face is swelling and bruising, and I can hardly breathe without swallowing my own blood.

“Please don’t kill her…” I mutter.

“I’m not going to kill her,” he reveals. “That would be too easy for you. No, I have better plans for that Borelli bitch.” He spits on the floor and wipes his lower lip. “There’s only one use for a whore like that. I’m planning on breeding her. I need another heir, seeing as you’re a fucking traitor, and my other son is a wimp. She’s still young. She can bear me lots of sons.”

My heart screams inside my body as my blood boils. I will not allow my disgusting father to lay a finger on her.Never!

Stefano laughs at me. “I already tasted her,” he says. “She tastes nice. I bet her pussy even tastes —”

With my remaining strength, I lift my leg and knee him on the groin. Stefano groans and topples over to the floor, holding his crotch. I take advantage of the moment and get on top of him, landing direct blows on his face. I grab his throat until his fingers claw at my skin, begging me to let him breathe.

“I said don’t you fucking dare touch her!” I pound my fist into his face until I feel his nose break under my knuckles. He tries to bite my hand, but I quickly knock out his front teeth. Blood spills from his nose and mouth and mixes with my own blood seeping through my fist.

“How do you like it now, huh?” I scream at him. “You good for nothing bastard!”

I keep punching him. My eyes are now closed, and I let my fury take over my body. Soon enough, my father’s hands stop clawing at my skin and droop to the side. I open my eyes and see that he’s not moving. I check his pulse. The scum is still alive, but he’s passed out. This is my time to escape.

I grab the bag and start stuffing in the cash laying on the floor. It’s hard to see with my vision smeared with my blood, but then, I hear the cock of a gun. I turn around and see Alessandro with his pistol aiming at me.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” He rests his finger on the trigger.

“Alessandro, get out of my way. I think enough damage has been done.”

“You think?” he spits. “I tailed you for weeks. I told him that you’ve been hiding something. I was the one who found that Borelli bitch. But do I receive a thank you? A mere pat on the back? No! I’m never included in this family. I’m only the spare and not the fucking heir!”

“If you want to be the Don, then fucking take it!” I say. “I don’t want it! You can have it! I don’t give a shit! I don’t want this life. You can fucking have it.”

“Oh, I’ll have it alright,” Alessandro laughs. “But as long as you’re alive, I can never rule. I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother. But the title of Don belongs to —”

He gasps and drops the gun. I look at him with shock written all over my face. I thought he had fired the gun, but there’s no bullet on my chest. I watch as my only brother falls to his knees, his eyeballs still glued on me, and then collapses on the floor. A knife is sticking out at the back of his chest as he fights for his breaths.

Behind him is Nicki, shaking like a leaf and as pale as a ghost. She looks like she’s been through shit, but at least she’s alive. I step over Alessandro’s body and pull her close to me. She’s warm, and the familiar scent of her comforts me. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me on the lips despite the bloody mess.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“No, you just saved me right in time,” I say. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Nicki shakes her head, “No. What are we going to do?”

“We’re leaving now,” I turn around to see Stefano stirring on the floor. “Let’s go.”

I grab Nicki’s hand with my right and our escape money with the left, and together we run out the bedroom and make our way to the parked car outside the manor.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Nicoletta

The halls feel like they will never end. They all look the same — the bland marble floor, the gaudy wallpaper, and the tasteless rugs and carpets that I’m certain were paid for by blood money. Extravagant, tacky, and loud, all perfect words that describe the hell I’m currently in. The Rossi manor looks like a maze designed to trap its victims. I carefully navigate through the halls, taking extra precautions that none of the guards see me. If they find out that I have escaped, it won’t take them long to find me, and while I’m a fighter, I heavily doubt I can take on two men twice my size. They will take me back to Stefano and the very thought makes my skin crawl. Who knows what else that old creep is planning to do with me?

I hide behind one of the doors as two men pass by. I grip the letter knife tightly in my palm as the sweat clings to my back, and I hold my breath. The sets of footsteps descend the stairs, and I let out a huge sigh of relief. As my mind wanders to look for Ezio, I hear shouting coming from the opposite end of the hall. There are two voices shouting, and one of them sounds like Ezio. I tiptoe across the hallway until I reach a corner and take a peek. I can see Alessandro looking furious and nursing his pathetic jaw. He looks even more despicable than I remember, and the familiar sense of hate is boiling inside me. The shouting is louder now, and I can identify the two voices: it’s Ezio and Stefano, his father.

What the fuck can I do?

I force my brain to form a plan. I can surprise Alessandro with an attack while his back is turned, but if I miss, it will all be over for me. I can’t stay long in the hall either or I might risk someone else spotting me. While I mull over my options, commotion ensues from inside the room. I take another peek and see Alessandro storm into the room.

This is my chance!

I grab my knife, unsure of what to do, and head straight for the bedroom. Alessandro stands with his back toward me while he aims a gun at Ezio. I hold my gasp as I see his bloodied face. He looks almost unrecognizable. His face is swollen, and his lips are bleeding. He’s holding his arms up with a bag in one hand. They are shouting at each other, but I can’t make out the words they’re saying, almost as if my mind is blanking everything out. Suddenly, I hear the cock of a gun and the look of panic on Ezio’s face. Without thinking about it, I run towards Alessandro and drive the knife into his back. I feel his back arch as he gasps and drops his gun. As he falls to the floor, my eyes connect with Ezio’s. He looks surprised to see me, but he quickly runs over to my side to give me a hug. I instinctively kiss him. I don’t care about the mess and the blood. I’m just happy that he’s still alive. When we break our kiss, the magnitude of what I’ve done suddenly dawns on me.

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