His Mafia Prince

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I pull my blanket over my body as I curl myself up at the back of my tent. My worn blanket doesn't seem to be warm enough to shield me quite well from the cold, but it's all I got. My stomach growls and I tug out a piece of leftover pizza from yesterday. There are only two pieces left, but that will be enough for now.

Lately, I can barely keep anything down. It's worse when it's early in the morning, like now. The nausea is frustrating; however, it gets better throughout the day. The bedside however is that my back aches and the legs cramps never end.

I take a bite into the cold pizza as I mull over my meeting with Sasha. I'm still wondering why of all the omegas, I ended up on his radar. I'm a homeless, poverty-stricken addict and a nobody. Yet according to Sasha, that's what makes me suitable. That man must be crazy.

What I don't know however is whether I should take his threats seriously. One thing about the Triple Triads is they don't give empty threats. But how am I supposed to be married to the number one monster in this town? Everything about his life appalls me, and I'm triple sure I don't want to be part of it. I'll take my chances surviving in this shelter as I always have than end up sucked into his world because I know once I do, there s no coming back.

I just want to get rid of this baby. Once it's gone, I'll do my best to live a quiet life and stay out of trouble. I'll stop doing drugs even. I still crave them though, but I know they were the reason I even got mixed up with Jake in the first place. After everything I've been through, the last thing I want to do is to give a drug or another alpha a chance at controlling me like that.

I'll try to stay clean, and not be a victim of any of those two again. I know once I get rid of this baby, I'll be off to a fresh start, which is everything I want at the moment.

I swallow the chunk and when I'm finally satisfied that it will stay down, I head over to the makeshift bathroom. As soon as I take my clothes off, I realize it's too cold for me to take a shower, so I brush my teeth and wash my armpits then put my clothes back on.

I have to find a job. Even if it isn't to take care of my problem with Jake's baby, I have to support myself somehow. My odds of landing a job are very unlikely because it doesn't matter the clothes I put on, or how baggy they are. My rounded belly will still show. I don't have high hopes. But I also can't sit here and do nothing about it. I have to try.