Book Cover By: @writermarie__
Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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Lyric
I woke up petrified!
One, everything that happened between Tristian and I came back like a tidal wave and the soreness in my vagina was another indication of the torture I had to endure.
Did it feel good? Yes, I'd probably think about it for the next couple of days.
Do I regret it? Yes. I still know little about Tristian: only his occupation, his name or even his fucking age.
God, I'm such a whore.
And two, when I woke up in his arms, realizing where I was, I went back to my room as quietly as I could hoping no one saw me or caught me.
Alex was up and by my door, watching over Trevor which I appreciated but the look in his eye told me he knew where I was coming from.
When I woke up again, I couldn't find Trevor in bed with me.
I searched the whole entire mansion, thinking he was with Allen but then when I couldn't him, Trevor, Tristian or Alex, I started losing my shit.
I couldn't find my baby anywhere. I threw on the first thing I could find which was a large tee shirt and some big shorts, I didn't even bother removing my bonnet because my mind was racing.
I asked the maids if they knew where anyone was and nobody said a thing.
That's when I bumped into him- the Bald headed punk who was mean to me the first night I got here. "You.." I glared when I bumped into his back.
His eyes narrow. "Forgot you were still here". He mumbled.
"Where is Tristian?" I demand, folding my arms and ignoring the way he eyed my clothing.
"Out."
"Doing what? Where's my son? Allen? Hell, even Alex? I'd rather have anyone instead of you, Mr. Baldy."
"The name's Tj, not baldy, woman."
"I don't give a fuck if your name was Elmo, where is my brother and my son?"
"Calm your tits, everyone went with Tristian to the mall."
"To the-" he took my child without telling me? My pacing was erratic as I made my way to the living room, running my hands through my hair in frustration. To the mall? With Tristian? And Allen just...let it happen? My anxiety was a living thing, clawing at my throat.
I don't care if it was harmless, Tristian is a dangerous man and if anyone sees my baby with him, he could be a target.
