Cause You are Mine

Disowned

After the disastrous day a year ago, I had extremely hard time to gather myself up and move on. Had it not been me being pregnant with Damien's child I didn't think that I had the urge to live one more day. Bu I did. I survived for the sake of my baby. Ethan and Katie were great support all the time, providing anything that I want when I want.

The day Katie kidnapped me from the cottage and war zone, we met Ethan at his apartment in New Jersey. He informed me that all the Russians were dead except Valentin Sinigibsiky the younger brother of Nicolai, the nemesis of Damien. He assured me that I was safe as long as I stayed with them. Damien and Sal were killed in the woods and apart from a few of his men The Carneglias were history now.

I believed everything he told me about the story about them that he proved with newspapers and online news. Once I was sure that there was left no hope for Damien and Sal, I lost my interest in that matter and concentrated on taking care of my baby as much as I could.

When I found that I was pregnant, I was already at the end of the first trimester, I remained in between going back to college and finishing my degree in business administration and staying at home until I gave birth to my baby. Ethan convinced me to take classes online which apparently saved me from my dilemma. My long lost memory had been recovered and I remembered every bit of my life, even the unnecessary details. I sort of became a memory recorder.

The day I gave birth to Adrian, I graduated from college as well. All through this process, Ethan was the only financial aid to keep me going on but I wanted to free him from my burden. As Adrian became much more easy to handle, I hired a nanny who was a neighbor of Ethan's, living one floor up, dearest Lillian was a retired teacher at the age of fifty-three. She was in love with my son who had the same piercing blues eyes as his father and dark hair.

It was really hard to find a financially satisfactory job without any experience at any big firm, so I consented to work as a waitress at a coffee shop a few blocks away from Ethan's apartment and started to save money, although I was grateful for Ethan to take care of me and my baby I wanted a separate, a more free life from him and Katie.

All was good.

I was still crying over Damien at night once in a while when I thought about our happy moments, but as I remembered the horrifying truths about our relationship, the beatings, humiliation and his outlook on women, in general, I detested every moment I spent with him or for him.

Until I saw him on TV.

The pulling magnitude towards him made me irrational.

I was determined to face him and show him our son.

The fact that he was still married to Natalie, and to my surprise she was alive didn't bother me not to take action.

I never knew where he lived. I was always transported to his places by cars with tinted windows and mostly in a haze to recognize the districts. So I searched him online. I only had a few pictures of him from years before as eligible bachelor and nothing more. He was a mob boss, after all, his life must be secretive.

I dug out Ethan to give me information about Damien's whereabouts but achieved nothing. He was reluctant to share anything concerning Damien for his own rational reasons that I objected in every argument regarding him and his son. Ethan believed him to take away my son from me and never let me see him again. He was powerful enough to get full custody but I ignored Ethan's warnings and kept searching.

Then I remembered the penthouse I stayed at the beginning of my recovery after I was discharged from the hospital. I was going to give it a shot.

I prepared a small bag for myself and Adrian and hopped on the next bus to New York and when we reached the city I took a cab.