My Secret Night With My Boss Left Me Pregnant — And Trapped In A Deadly Syndicate War
Part 2
He wasn’t looking at my face.
His dark, predatory eyes were locked onto the plastic stick he had picked up from the floor outside.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over my terrified, tear-stained face down to my plush stomach hidden beneath my oversized blazer.
I whimpered, backing up until my spine hit the cool mirror, begging him to understand.
I promised I could fix this, that I would resign today, and he would never have to see me again.
He commanded me to shut my mouth in a dangerously, terrifyingly calm tone.
It was the exact same voice he used right before he ordered a hit.
He stepped into the bathroom, closing the splintered door behind him and effectively trapping me.
He stalked toward me, invading my space until I had to tilt my head back to look into his eyes.
He reached out, his large, rough hand suddenly gripping my waist and pulling my solid frame flush against his hard chest.
The touch wasn’t professional; it was entirely possessive.
He brushed a tear from my cheek and asked softly if I really thought I could take his blood and just disappear into the city.
I cried out that I didn’t fit in his world, gesturing frantically to my stout figure.
I reminded him I was just his secretary, a walking liability to his empire.
He corrected me, his grip tightening on my waist until it almost bruised, stating that I was the mother of his child.
He declared that, like it or not, I was staying because that baby was his, and what was his, he protected.
He didn’t give me another second to argue.
Paul pulled his phone from his pocket, hit a speed dial, and barked orders to bring the armored SUV to the private garage.
He ordered a crew to pack everything in my apartment, stating I didn’t live there anymore.
I gasped, grabbing his lapel, trying to reason with him.
He interrupted me, his dark eyes flashing with a terrifying, obsessive fire that made my blood run cold.
He told me I belonged to the family now and was moving to his heavily guarded estate.
Within an hour, I was strapped into the back of a bulletproof vehicle.
I touched my stomach as the city skyline faded, replaced by sprawling, iron-gated mansions.
The real danger wasn’t the rival mobs trying to kill the syndicate boss.
The real danger was the suffocating, inescapable cage my boss had just built around me.
The transition from an invisible corporate drone to the heavily guarded incubator for his heir was brutal.
He assigned me a personal chef, a high-end obstetrician, and two massive bodyguards named Dan and Tyler who shadowed my every move.
To pass the agonizing time, I started doing what I did best: analyzing complex patterns.
I persuaded one of the younger guards to leave a tablet unlocked, claiming I wanted to order specific pastries.
Instead, I quietly accessed the estate’s internal security network.
Within two weeks, my sharp administrative eye caught a terrifying discrepancy in the surveillance logs.
Someone inside the house was orchestrating a blind spot at the gates every single week.
I traced the administrative overrides back to a specific device belonging to his venomous sister-in-law, Heather.
She was manipulating the feeds to smuggle something inside.
I waddled down the massive marble hallway toward Paul’s private study, bursting through the doors to show him the encrypted logs.
Will my administrative skills be enough to save us from this internal betrayal, or did my discovery come too late?
