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Enzo ordered my meal for the night and a bottle of champagne. I felt like a queen at his side. Annette stared at me, envy burning in her eyes. She was jealous the Cinderella moment was mine when it could’ve been hers. It was as though no other women existed in Enzo’s orbit when we were together. I doubt that he ever would’ve been hers.
My breath hitched as he pulled out a small, black velvet jewelry box and placed it on the table, just as he had with the diamond bracelet. When he opened it this time, the reveal of a diamond infinity pendant was even more resplendent.
Enzo rose from the table and walked around to my side. I turned my head, but he lightly guided my chin back in the other direction. His strong hands treated me delicately, as though I was more precious than the jewelry he was hanging around my neck. I fingered the pendant as he lowered to drop kisses along my neck, causing me to shiver.
After dinner, he escorted me to the black stretch limo waiting out front. The driver removed his cap and bowed to me before opening the door. Enzo exchanged some hushed words with the man that I couldn’t make out.
As soon as the driver climbed in, he raised the partition, and Enzo and I were completely alone. In the blink of an eye, he pulled me onto his lap and hiked my skirt around my waist. He had the top pulled down in one move, and my breasts spilled out.
Though we had just finished dinner, he was hungry for me. Between kisses and heavy pants, I told him I was a virgin, but that didn’t quell his determination. If anything, he became more ardent.
His hands fumbled for his belt buckle, and he exposed his large cock. It was as magnificent as the rest of him. Strong and warm, he was steel encased in velvet. Enzo quickly flipped me onto my back and plunged into me. He moved in long, deep strokes before picking up a pace that made it hard for me to breathe. A mixture of pleasure and pain sent my nerves into sensual overload. Eventually, he reached a glorious climax. My body eagerly accepted his seed as he pulsed warmly inside me.
Enzo marked me as his in every way. He named me his Goomah that evening. I fell head over heels for Enzo.
The only problem? Enzo is married.
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Dear Diary,
Today, I received shocking news. I’m pregnant! I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I’d like to think it happened the first night we were together. However, every night after that first time, Enzo picked me up, and we made love in the back of the limo.
When I told Enzo about the baby, he promised to set me up in a lovely apartment. He told me I could quit my job because he wanted nothing more than to care for our unborn child and me.
Enzo’s wife was barren, and he longed to have a child. I’m happy to make his—our—dreams come true.
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Dear Diary,
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I always knew Enzo was rich and powerful, but I didn’t know about the man he really was. Not until his wife, Aneska, a tall, gorgeous European woman, arrived at my apartment. She told me their marriage represented an alliance between the Bratva and Cosa Nostra; my child threatened that.
She threatened my baby. “Svoloch,” she called him. A red imprint of her palm on my cheek lingered longer than the nauseating smell of her perfume.
I called Bitsy because I have no one else. I can’t handle a jealous wife at the expense of my unborn child’s life.
* * *
Dear Diary,
Today was such a hard day. I said goodbye to Enzo and watched his heart break. I lied and told him that I had chosen to terminate my pregnancy after his wife threatened to kill me. Needless to say, Aneska will be swimming with the fish, and I’m terrified he will come after me next.
My brother-in-law’s family has property in Montauk. He promised to take Bitsy and me up there for the remainder of my pregnancy.
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Dear Diary,
It’s chilly on the beach, but listening to the waves crash against the shore is so calming. Drago is kicking up a storm today, and all I can do is rub my hand over my belly and hope he feels my love and hears my voice as I sing him a lullaby.
Enzo wanted to give our son a strong name. What’s stronger than a name meaning dragon? That’s who my son was meant to be, even though I won’t be able to be his mother. I want Drago to know he’s strong and loved.
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Drago Prazza, my dragon. I love you. I hope we’ll meet again.
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