Angie stayed in her room, fingers buried in her hair as she tried her best to stay calm.

Other mobsters were busy finding the intruder.

Viktor’s lifeless body flashed in her mind, and Angie gripped her hair harder, not minding the pain that spread through her scalp.

The way Rosa cradled against him, sobbing violently, had broken her heart so badly.

What was happening? This was all screwed up.

She then recalled her conversation with Rosa before she locked herself in her room.

“I’m pregnant with him, Angie… What do I do? Why? Why do the heavens have to be this cruel? Why? This is unfair! I love Viktor… and...