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NYAH

Dear Diary,

It’s amazing how quickly you can go from dinner guest to prize in a death match.

“Whose baby is it, Nyah? The fighter’s?”

MacGregor’s mocking question rang in my ears, but nothing blocked out my screams. Lynx’s and Dax’s shouts. The cruel laughter from the mob soldiers spread around the dining hall in a Scottish castle I never should have stepped foot inside.

And the entire time, Luca Guerra, the Mafia prince whose arms I’d been in mere hours ago, just stared at me with those piercing brown eyes full of my betrayal.

I’d lied to him. Hid this pregnancy. He’d taken punishments for me and now he knew the truth.

I was pregnant with another man’s baby and trying to save us both by making the Guerras think it was of their blood.

My stomach sank.

I’d just been doing what I’d had to in order to survive. In order to keep the baby I couldn’t give up because it was a part of me and Dax, the man I loved.

Luca was just supposed to be a tool to get what I wanted.

So why did the hurt in his eyes cut so deep?

I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn’t know.

He cut me off with words I never expected to hear him say. And words we both knew weren’t true. “It’s mine,” he said loudly. “Nyah’s baby is mine.”

Every head in the room swiveled in Luca’s direction.

And then in his father’s.

With me still firmly on his lap, his viselike grip unwilling to let me go, MacGregor laughed. A deep chuckle of pure amusement came from his belly. “Well, fuck me. This just got interesting.” He looked at Luca. “Ye trying to steal your old man’s lass? Ballsy.”

Luca only had eyes for his father though. He stared at Carlos’s fingers wrapped so tightly around MacGregor’s blade his knuckles turned white.

It would take Carlos seconds to run it across my neck or plunge it into my chest. I had no doubt MacGregor, holding me down, wouldn’t stop him. And Luca wouldn’t be quick enough.

If he even wanted to save me after everything I’d done.

He shouldn’t want to.

And yet he was trying.

“You kill her,” he said to his father, “You kill your grandchild. And you wage war against your son. Choose carefully.”

Carlos choked on a laugh. “You already declared war when you slept with my fiancée, son.” He cocked his head, studying him across the table. “How long?”

Luca stared back at him without so much as flinching. “Does it matter?”

“It matters.”

Luca blew out a long breath, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “From the moment you dragged me back to Providence. I had her virgin pussy wrapped around my cock the very first night she arrived. Ask any of the staff.” He stared down the table at Lynx. “Tell him. Tell him how you’ve had to stand outside my bedroom door and listen to her moan my name for months now.”

Lynx shook his head. “What the hell are you doing, Luca?”

“Tell him so he knows if he kills her, he kills the future heir of the Guerra dynasty. Probably the only one he’s ever going to get.” Luca sat back with the full confidence of a man who was bred for power.