Not Your Pet: I'm My Own Queen

Five days before my wedding, a group of MadeMen drag me to an underground casino.

"I'm the fiancé of Lorenzo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family and Gambino Corporation! Think of the consequences you'll face if you dare touch a hair on my head!"

My stern warning is met by mocking laughter.

I curl up in agony under the brutal blows of their baseball bats; they pierce my ankles with sharp blades, severing my tendons. I gather the remnants of my consciousness to shield my abdomen, where my and Lorenzo's child grows.

Lorenzo finally arrives with hired mercenaries. He razes the underground casino to the ground and saves me.

I lie on the hospital bed and force myself to hang on. I don't want to end up in a coma. Unexpectedly, I overhear Lorenzo's conversation with a doctor.

"It's not too late to operate, Boss. If we delay this any longer, Ms. Jones won't be able to stand anymore! There are many other ways for you to marry Ms. Valente—why did you have to do this to Ms. Jones?"

"Being crippled is the only way Renee will obediently accept my and Kelly's child. I can keep a cripple by my side but not a troublemaker. Kelly values ceremony more than anything—I promised her I would give her a perfect wedding," Lorenzo says coldly.

"But… Ms. Jones is pregnant. She's four months along…"

"Make her miscarry, then."

Tears stream down my face without anyone noticing. It turns out no one wants to bless the wedding I've been looking forward to.

If so, any woman who wants to be Lorenzo's wife can have him. He's just a small mafia boss, anyway.

I'm going back to being the heiress of the East Coast mafia's Don. I'll be the queen of my own life.

"Make sure the procedure is clean. Losing a child will only make her motherly instincts stronger. That way, she'll accept Mia much faster," Lorenzo said.

The doctor hesitated, and his voice carried a trace of reluctance. "Sir, this is still your child. Ms. Jones can't even walk anymore.

"If she loses the baby too, she may never have a place in the Gambino family again."

"Dr. Larson, you're talking too much today. All of this is the Quintarelli family's fault, isn't it?

"A small-time mafia group actually dared to kidnap my fiancée. They broke her legs and made her lose the baby. So, I wiped every last one of them to avenge Renee.

"She won't blame me. She loves me. As for the child… He was never meant to exist. I promised Mia that I would only ever be her father."

The doctor caught the flicker of displeasure in Lorenzo's eyes and knew better than to push further.

Without saying another word, he turned and strode out of the room to prepare for surgery.

Lorenzo pulled out his phone and made a call. "The informant inside the Quintarelli family did a good job. Wire a million dollars to his wife, then kill him.

"Make sure he takes the truth to his grave. Renee must never find out how the Quintarelli family got hold of her whereabouts."

I felt him sit beside me, and his hand closed over mine. A chill shot down my spine.

Fear clawed at my throat, and my body trembled before I could stop it.

It wasn't just a random abduction.

The memories flooded back. There were gleaming golden family crests pinned on the men's outfits. It was the Quintarelli family who abducted me.

The Quintarelli family was an independent mafia group. Lorenzo and the other two regional bosses had tried to bring them under their control, but they refused.

In the mafia world, if they can't own something, they tend to destroy it.

Abducting the fiancée of Gambino Group's boss—the most powerful mafia boss in the West District—was the perfect excuse for Lorenzo to move in.

He didn't just use me to wipe out the Quintarelli family and seize control of the central district.

He used this as a chance to get rid of me—the inconvenient woman standing in the way of the one he truly loved, Kelly.

What a heartless yet brilliant man. No wonder he became the youngest mafia boss in history.

I used to believe that love was the only thing between Lorenzo and me. Now, I finally see the truth—lies and betrayal were all we ever had.

I fought to sit up and said to myself, "I can't go into surgery! I have to protect my child! I'm going home!"

But before I could move, a needle slid into my vein. My vision started to blur.

As I was wheeled toward the operating room, Lorenzo leaned down to leave a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"Renee, it'll all be over soon. I'll be waiting when you wake up."

I felt no pain. Just the sterile bite of metal slicing through me.

A four-month-old baby… How big would he be? Could he feel anything? Would he feel pain?

The icy pit in my heart slowly gave way to burning rage. The love I once had for Lorenzo now fueled the fire of my hatred.

Lorenzo, the most powerful mafia boss in the West District? I, Renee, swore that it wouldn't be for much longer.