Pregnant by the Mafia boss

Fear clutched at my throat as he slid the straps of my dress down. My heart pounded violently against my chest. Swallowing hard, I dared to meet his gaze. His piercing eyes bore into mine, as if he could read the depths of my soul. His devilish smirk widened.

"I will have you all to myself, little flower," he whispered, his voice like poison wrapped in silk. "I will break you, bit by bit, until you scream my name. My name will haunt you-it will be your nightmare. You will fulfill every craving I have because there is no escape from my cage. Welcome to my world, Miss Araya Stewarts-my personal doll."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe, planting a kiss that sent shivers of dread down my spine.

I cringed and instinctively pulled away, trembling. His smirk only grew as he straightened, towering over me.

"I will have you, but not now," he said, his tone dripping with malice. "Get used to my presence, because I can be your happiness-or the hell you'll live in."

His voice lingered in the air like an ominous warning as he walked away, leaving me paralyzed with fear. Too afraid to cry, I let out a stifled sob, terrified he might hear me and end my life as he had done to that man.

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**Three Days Later**

I have been trapped here for three days without food or water. Weak and fading, I survive only on my tears. Exhaustion consumes me, my legs too frail to stand. What have I done to deserve this agony?

I don't know what happened to the other girls. I'm too caught up in my own despair to think about them. What about Ash and Alex? My sister depended on me-we depended on each other to survive. How will Ash manage without me? I failed her.

A wave of anguish crashes over me, my consciousness slipping. Memories resurface, tormenting me.

*"Take care of your sister, Ara. Always be by her side,"* my mother's voice echoes in my mind.

"I tried, Mum," I sobbed, tears streaming freely now. "I didn't know how to protect her. I became a victim. Dad, please help me escape."

I see their faces in my mind-the warmth of their love as they placed baby Ash in my arms. I was just four years old.

*"Be strong, Kay. Don't stop fighting. Ash needs you. We love you, but you don't have to follow us."*

"No!" I screamed in my mind. "Don't leave me! I failed you, Mum! Dad, I'm sorry!"

The vision fades, leaving me hollow. My tears are my only company as I lay broken on the bed. But then a thought pierces through the haze-what if I die here, and Ash is left all alone? She's all I have, and I'm all she has.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I wobbled to the door and began pounding on it desperately.

"Let me out! Please!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. "I don't belong here! I need to go back to Ash! We were so happy together-please, let me go!"

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**Erickson Dragon's POV**

In the dimly lit chamber of my lair, my men gathered, heads bowed in fear. They knew better than to meet my eyes when I was in one of my moods. My reputation as ruthless wasn't an exaggeration-I enjoyed playing with my gun, and they all knew it.

"Boss Scorpion has been caught," Jack announced, dragging a bound man behind him.

Jack threw him to the ground at my feet. I grinned as I approached, amused by his pathetic state. Scorpion glared at me, but the fear in his eyes betrayed him.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you, Scorpion? Hiding behind your 'innocent' girlfriend won't save you." I traced a finger across his face, savoring his discomfort.

"I'm the one you want, Eagle. Don't hurt her," he muttered, his voice trembling.

I laughed darkly. "Did you really think you could escape me, Spider? Disguising yourself as Jason wouldn't fool me." I punched him, hard. He winced but didn't falter.

"I couldn't bring her here because I loved her," he confessed. "I needed to protect her. I betrayed you because I wanted freedom-from the crimes, the trafficking. I wanted a life of my own."

"Freedom?" I spat, my rage boiling over. "You betrayed me, Scorpion. There's no freedom for traitors."

I raised my gun. His pleas were cut off by the thunderous crack of the shot. Scorpion slumped over, lifeless.

"Clean this up," I commanded my men coldly. They scurried to obey, too terrified to look me in the eye.

From the other room, I could hear her screams. "Let me out! Please, I beg you!" Her desperation only fueled my resolve.

If starvation wasn't enough to break her, I would teach her another lesson.

"Jack," I said, my voice sharp. "Bring me the glass whip-the one with the piercings."

He hesitated, eyes wide with disbelief. "Boss... are you sure?"

"Do as I say," I barked. He nodded and hurried away, leaving me to my thoughts.

Araya Stewarts would learn what it meant to belong to Erickson Dragon.

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