They want a broodmare. I want out.

I’ve never wanted anything to do with the mafia life. I was going to get my degree and get out. But thanks to mafia warring, I’m now being held hostage by one of the largest criminal empires.

Giulio Pavone is as personable as he is cruel, treating women like nothing more than product to be sold, and he is very eager to get me trained up. Damien Rossi’s faux gentle touch makes my skin crawl. Slayer has made no secret how much he wants to see my tears.

And above all, they want to forcibly use me to continue the Pavone family line. I’m nothing but a broodmare to them. I know if I get pregnant, my chance of escape becomes next to nothing.
I have to get out. I have to stay strong. I can’t become one of the broken girls they sell at their seedy clubs.

To survive, I need to give them what they want–but giving in will ruin me.

I made a mistake.

I thought I could delay the inevitable. I thought if I was smart, I could put off getting pregnant, and buy myself time to find a way to escape.

I should have known they’d find out. I should have known there’d be consequences.

Slayer is happy to dole out punishments. Damien’s quiet disappointment pierces me with guilt.

But Giulio’s wrath? Giulio’s wrath will ruin me.

I always wanted to be a mother. I just never expected the father to be a mafia man, let alone three of them.

The one good thing about my pregnancy is that Giulio, Damien, and Slayer have started treating me like a queen instead of their broodmare… and it’s beyond confusing. Even after months of being with them, I still don’t know how I feel about them.

But if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that they will never, ever let anyone take me away from them.