My Ex Broke Me. My Second Husband Saved Me

Eight months pregnant, I risked my life and unborn child to carry the package through the freezing night, believing it would save my husband.

The message had screamed urgency. Deliver it. Now, or he dies.

But when I reached the warehouse on the south dock, there was no rescue, only three men. Bratva. Unaffiliated. Their eyes gleaming with cruel malice and lust as they scanned my body greedily.

"Poor girl, walked right into our trap. Did you really think your husband was in danger?" one laughed.

It was then, alarms flared inside my head in panic.