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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Author: Chihiro
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-06 08:30:32
Anna

I should be getting ready. Should be doing something more, at least. More makeup, or more jewelry, or more… I dunno. Better hairstyle, maybe.

Instead, I’m lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling like it’s going to spit out all the answers to my burning questions.

How is this supposed to work?

How am I supposed to raise a baby with a man like Salvatore?

Should I raise my baby with him?

What if he thinks I’m just some gold-digger?

I don’t need Salvatore’s help. Even if my parents have fallen from grace, and are at the verge of disowning me, the new job I'll hopefully get soon will make me enough to put a roof over my head. I will make enough to cover rent, bills, and make sure my baby has everything they need.

But I want Salvatore's… not his help, but more like… involvement? Yeah, that’s it. I just want him to be involved, to be part of this whole process of learning how to become decent parents in a less-than-decent world.

He doesn’t know how much his promise means to m
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  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

    ViktorI meet Anna in the bedroom the moment I hear her begin to stir. She might interpret it as being overbearing, but she’ll thank me once she goes out wearing something less… revealing.Not that I mind. Especially as she stretches with a yawn and her nipples strain against the fabric of her tank top.“Dobroye utro,” I greet her from the chair by the window.“Shit!” Anna yelps, then presses a hand to her eyes and rubs them. “Did you sleep there all night?”“No.” I won’t misinterpret her question for concern. “Did you sleep well?”“Yeah, actually.”The fact that she sounds confused about that has me worried. Is she not sleeping well? Deprivation isn’t good for her or our daughter. I tuck away those concerns for the doctor and refocus. “Hungry? I made us some breakfast.”She squints at me, thoroughly confused. “Um, yeah. That sounds amazing.”I chuckle. “You don’t even know what I made. Or if I’m a good cook.”“You could hand me a pickle and peanut butter burrito and I’d smash.” Anna

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

    ViktorPeeling Anna off me took more willpower than I expected.My dick wants me to go a hell of a lot further than just quietly holding her as she dreams. But that’s easy enough to tame. What was much harder—surprisingly so—was how good the rest of me felt.She just fits so perfectly. Naturally.Like she’s where she belongs.I swallow back whatever the hell these feelings are and focus on fixing the situation at hand. Once I’m sure she’s sound asleep, I tiptoe out of the bedroom and head for the main living room.“What could you possibly need?” Nik yawns into his phone. “You’re not running recon, are you?”“I’ve got a problem.” I flop down onto the suede couch with a heavy sigh.“So take a pill. Or one of those nighttime cough syrups. I don’t care, as long as I can sleep.”I ignore his complaining and cut to the chase. “She’s terrified of me, brat. How the hell is this supposed to work?”Nik sighs. “Let me guess: you just barged on in without so much as a text.”“It’s my penthouse.”

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

    ViktorI duck just in time to avoid getting clocked in the head by a decorative lamp. Son of a bitch still clips my shoulder, though.“Fuck!”I have a good feeling I know who’s responsible.My un-assaulted arm reaches out to flip on the lights, and my guess is correct: Anna is standing in front of me, wide-eyed and clutching the lamp from the nightstand like a battle ax.“Give me that,” I growl, snatching the lamp from her hands before she manages to give me a concussion.“You!” Anna sighs in something almost like relief. Then she freezes, straightens her back, and glares at me. “I mean, you! What the hell?! What are you doing here?”“I live here.”I wait for the news to process. As I do, I have to be honest—I’m not hating the vision standing before me. Her hair is a sexy tangle of silk, her tank top barely covers her breasts, and she’s definitely not wearing any pants.The pain in my shoulder fades away pretty quickly. The blood flow has better places to be.“The hell you do!” Anna g

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER TWENTY

    AnnaI’m not drunk. There’s no way. I have absorbed exactly zero percent of alcohol this whole evening.So why is my door blurry?It takes a few moments of blankly staring at the door to my new penthouse to process the fact that it’s not blurry at all.It is, instead, covered in plastic sheeting.And also, locked.The fuck?I quickly take out my phone and put a call across to the caretaker.“Hi, Mr. Marquette?” I’m super glad I put him on speed dial for things like this. It’s way later than I intended to be out with Blair, and being overly tired is pretty damn close to being drunk. “Sorry to bother you so late. What’s, ah… what’s up with my door?”“Oh my God! My apologies!” Mr. Marquette sounds like he’s scrambling out of bed as he wakes up more to talk to me. “I completely forgot to call you. I feel terrible, really.”“It’s totally fine.” I force the smile into my voice. Unlike my mother, I don’t turn into a raging bitch when things inconvenience me. “I’m just trying to get in and my

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER NINETEEN

    Anna“To new beginnings!”Blair and I clink our shot glasses together, but when she knocks hers back in a single gulp, I secretly toss mine into my glass of ice water.She smacks her lips and adds our empty shots to the growing stack at our table. “Yeah!” She shivers with glee and giggles.Yeah. I try to fake the enthusiasm over tequila I didn’t drink because hey, we’re here to celebrate. After seeing the immense—and immensely gorgeous—penthouse I am now calling “home,” the stipend burning a hole in my bank account, and a hefty commission on a major new film deal that came out of nowhere shortly before closing time…Well, I’ve got a lot to celebrate.I wanted to go to a steakhouse and tuck into some filet mignon, but Blair wanted to ring in the weekend “the proper way.” So I’ve been tossing aside shots of liquor and discreetly ordering virgin versions of the cocktails she picks from the menu. I’m having a great time; it’s just hard to match her energy when I’m not matching her intoxic

  • Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don   CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

    ViktorI'm in a foul mood after leaving the senator to cower in his office. I need visceral reminders that someone in this world knows how to pull through, so I text my sister and arrange to meet up with her at one of our private hangars.Irina let me know this morning that a new delivery of specialized ammunition was due to arrive after a long delay. She'd insisted on overseeing the inbound processing herself to avoid further fuckups.As I park my car in the hangar, I can see her barking orders to every man who isn't already scrambling to swiftly obey her. She doesn't stop her stride even when she hears me slam the driver's door shut."Get Vlaski on the phone and tell him it's today or never," she orders one of our lower vors. "If he pulls any shit, we're canceling the order. Make sure he knows it."Watching my baby sister keep everyone in line is already soothing my temper. She's a mirror image of our mother with her long, dark hair and slim build, but she has the same fire and tena

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