DON IVAN PETROV: Claimed By The Alpha Don

~~Cecilia~~ The stench, which filled the whole room_ combination of sweat, urine and bad breaths_ would have been very nauseating, but I was already pretty used to it by now. One month of being locked up, with several other ladies who were between the ages of 15 and 22, in one room could make you get used to things you never imagined you could endure. And honestly, my concern was my baby, not me. The first week had been the toughest. Throwing up every day, morning sickness or just the nauseating stink, or maybe both? I had no idea. And right now, I am just struggling to keep a very straight face at the very disgusting stink coming out from the sweaty, bulky man beside me as he and three other thugs, led us down a hall. God-damn it. Don't these men know what bathing is? There were three of them, their faces etched in cruel indifference, as they led us all down a dimly lit corridor. We were all dressed in white gowns like lambs about to be used for sacrifice. Maybe we are. Perha

~~Ivan~~“Do you know the gravity of what you just did? This is why you need me to help you make decisions, Ivan!! Not running off to do it on your own, Dammit" Uncle Romanov screamed, and I just nodded in response, lightly twisting and flipping the pen in my head.Now if only I can shut him up with this pen in his mouth.I'm sure I could if I angled my hand correctly.But as tempting as that thought seems, I know that I can't do that, so I have to endure this rant, and him talking to him like I was a child incapable of making my own decisions.“Rossi is a traitor, and luckily, his family got wiped out. What were you thinking, bringing his daughter in here? Of all girls… you were never one to take interest in auctions, so why this time and why her?”I ignored his question because I knew answering would just make things worse.All I need is for him to be done, so I could go to my room and get some fucking bourbon followed by hours of sleep. I've had a long fucking day.“Darya,” he sudde

"Why do you think the boss kept her?""I've still been trying to wrap my head around that. He never participated in auctions and....she's not even been treated as a slave.""The nice room, food, assigning people to take care of her.""It's highly suspicious. I think something is going on here really.""Right."The two young ladies in the dinning didn't even bother to hide their voices, even though I was clearly in the room.The Audacity.But why not? It's not like I can do anything to them and they know that.Dad once told me that La Serpe Nera was one of the bravest and most fearless mafia families in the country.Met a few of them already and I wouldn't dare doubt that.They kept whispering about me as if I wasn't in the room and on my part I tried my best to ignore them.I have the same questions they had. And I hope that I get my answers soon.I focused on my food, feeling like a fish out of water... blocking out their whispers.For now food is what matters.The normal Cecilia wou

The next morning...Hunger woke me before dawn, when everywhere was still dark.Growling hunger.Not like I didn't eat the night before.I did One of the maids had brought dinner to my room. Thankfully, the boss didn't demand my presence throughout the day and I wasn't interested in showing myself either.Now if only things would keep going on this way.My stomach growled again and with s groan I walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen.Damn pregnancy appetite.Thankfully there was some leftover Mac and cheese from last night and I went ahead to microwave a plate, humming in my chest as the food started to warm up.The sounds of footsteps froze me in my tracks.I felt him before he walked through the door and the moment he stepped inside the kitchen my entire body tensed up in fear...and something else.I have no idea what he would think of me rummaging through his kitchen.Would that make him mad?My hand shook as I opened the microwave and took out the food, trying to ignore

~~Cecilia~I bit my tongue to avoid uttering another word as Boss Ivan took his precious time, finishing his food."Can I go now?" I asked when he pushed his empty plate aside hoping he wouldn't stop me because I don't think I can take another minute staring at his face.Luckily, he nodded after some seconds of hesitation and I practically ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me.Damn it to hell! I groaned, throwing myself on the bed as tears rushed down my cheek.I hate him!!I hate hate hate him!!!I wanted to scream, to hit something or tear at something, anything to release the frustration and anger boiling in me. But do I really want to release it?The worst thing was that, even with the hatred and anger I could still feel the mounting lust twisting my stomach to the point of pain.He did this...He did this. He was drugging me. For what? So that I could freely submit myself to him without any protest and without putting up a fight?COWARD!!!I bit m