War for the Prize

Mia’s POV Chaos exploded around me. Gunfire echoed through the penthouse as Damien fought like a man possessed, despite the blood pouring from his wounds. He tackled Elias to the ground, their bodies crashing into furniture with brutal force. I stood there, naked and trembling, Damien’s c*m still dripping down my thighs, the gun heavy in my hands. My mind was spinning. That baby is mine. Elias’s words repeated like a nightmare. “Damien!” I screamed as one of Elias’s guards grabbed me from behind. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “Let her go!” Damien roared, slamming his fist into Elias’s face before turning toward me. The raw fury in his eyes sent a shiver through me — fear and something darker, more possessive. Elias laughed through the blood on his lips. “She’s carrying my child, Voss. You were just the delivery system. The fertility protocol I designed worked perfectly.” I struggled against the guard, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. Part of me wanted to believe Damien. The way he looked at me, the way he fought for me… it felt real. But the doubt Elias planted was like poison in my veins. What if the baby really wasn’t his? What if everything between us was built on lies? “Run, Mia!” Damien shouted again, breaking free and charging toward us. He took down the guard holding me with a vicious elbow, then pulled me behind him protectively. His body was a shield, warm and solid despite the blood covering him. We were trapped together in the middle of the fight — his back pressed to my front, his hand reaching back to grip my hip, keeping me close. Forced proximity in the middle of hell. Elias got to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth. “You can fight all you want, Voss. But the paternity test doesn’t lie. And once you’re dead, Mia and the child will be mine. I’ve waited years for this.” Damien’s breathing was ragged. “Over my dead body.” “That can be arranged.” More men poured in. The sound of sirens wailed in the distance, but I knew help wouldn’t arrive in time. Damien pushed me toward the hidden panic room door. “Go!” he ordered, voice rough. “Lock yourself in. Protect our child.” Tears burned my eyes. “I’m not leaving you.” For a split second, his expression softened amid the violence. “Mia… please.” I hesitated, torn between running to safety and the terrifying need to stay by his side. My hand rested on my belly. This baby — whether Damien’s or not — deserved a chance. Elias raised his gun, aiming at Damien’s back. Time slowed. I lifted my own gun and fired. The shot hit Elias in the shoulder. He staggered back with a curse. Damien turned, pulling me into his arms for one fierce, desperate kiss — blood, sweat, and raw emotion mixing together. “You’re mine,” he growled against my lips. “No matter what the tests say. This family is mine.” But as we stumbled toward the panic room, another message flashed across the broken screens in the room: “The real test results are coming. Choose your side before midnight, Mrs. Voss. The father of your child is closer than you think.” The power flickered again. Damien shoved me into the panic room and locked the door behind us just as more gunfire erupted outside. We were safe for now. But as I collapsed against his chest, feeling his heart racing against mine, one terrifying question consumed me: If Elias was telling the truth… how many more lies had Damien told me? And how much longer could I survive being the prize in this deadly game?