My Mafia Fiancé Bled Me Dry for Her

Nerissa Calder claimed her leukemia had taken a turn for the worse and that she needed an emergency transfusion. She insisted I was the only donor her body could tolerate. Blood-bank units, she claimed, caused severe reactions. Mine didn’t. So Maxton Valemere—the Belloc family’s underboss—had the family physician strap me to a procedure table and take nearly a third of my blood volume. One arm wrapped around the ribs Nerissa had broken when she ran me down, I begged him to stop. “Maxton, I’m still bleeding internally. If they take any more, I could die. Please—get matched units from the blood bank…” Maxton brushed his thumb over Nerissa’s cheek and looked down at me. “Your blood belongs to this family before it belongs to you.” “They’re only taking a little. You’ll live. As a Belloc, keeping Nerissa alive is your duty.” The doctor filled one last collection bag. Before he could even dress the puncture site, Nerissa complained of dizziness, and Maxton ordered him to her side. That night, I went into hemorrhagic shock and nearly died in emergency surgery. Maxton never left Nerissa’s room. He was too busy celebrating her new driver’s license. Barely able to stand, I took the lion sig…

Oleh Kate