Chapter 29: First Pregnancy Scare
The farmhouse had settled into a strange kind of rhythm. Days blurred together with no raids, no sudden moves, no new threats crashing through the door. Vittorio’s promised midnight attack never came. The traitor’s intel turned out half-true—men had gathered, cars had rolled, but something made them pull back at the last second. Maybe cold feet. Maybe a leak on their side. Matteo’s crew stayed sharp, guards doubled on the perimeter, but the quiet stretched on.
Elena woke up one morning feeling off. Her breasts ached when she rolled over. Heavy. Tender. She pressed a hand to them and winced. Nausea rolled through her stomach, not bad enough to run to the bathroom, but enough to make coffee smell wrong.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Matteo was already u
