PREGNANT CASHIER’S HUSBAND DESTROYED HER PHONE SO SHE COULDN’T CALL FOR HELP—HE HAD NO IDEA A MAFIA BOSS WAS WATCHING FROM AISLE THREE

upright, pain ripping through her exhausted body.

“Do not wake my daughter.”

Derek blinked, caught off guard.

“What?”

Elena swung her legs over the side of the hospital bed.

She was weak. Bleeding. Barely capable of standing.

But her voice remained steady.

“I said, do not wake my daughter.”

Derek let out a short laugh.

“You’re crazy.”

“No,” she said. “I’m done.continue reading …