Diego’s POV“Where is that bastard?” I growled, turning my eyes to Aiden. His throat bobbed with difficulty as he clasped his hands behind him while avoiding my eyes. “Redfish was able to escape.” “I don’t care where that bastard must have run to. Did I hear that one of my packages is with him?” I questioned. “Y…yes, boss.” I cackled dryly. “It's obvious you have a death wish, Aiden. Find redfish and get my package back!” “We can’t just go after him, he is in Italy as we speak.” “So?” Aiden looked like he would shed some tears. “It is far from our territory, boss. He already linked up with Guillermo. And you know what that means.” I sucked my teeth, feeling irritated. Guillermo is one of my family’s longest enemy and he always seems to enjoy tugging at my patience. “Alright, send Bruno over. He will handle it just the way I expected you to.” “Yes, boss.” He mumbled, turning to leave. “And Aiden… do yourself a favor and keep your stupid face away from my sight.” I gnashed m
Kamara’s POV“Here we are,” Chantelle announced before letting out a loud gasp. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets. “This is one huge house. I would kill to spend some time here.” I let out a disgruntled sound and got my things out of the car. It took me days to eventually agree to the fact that I am carrying my arch enemies child and it is my duty to birth it. As Chantelle said, getting it done within no time is the best way to forget any of this ever happened. Diego had asked to send his driver but I refused and said Chantelle would drop me off. I need someone close enough to know where I would be living for the next eight months just in case I get killed. “Stop overthinking it.” Chantelle rubbed at my back. “If I go into that house, I am going to be spending months with strangers and probably have my life on hold.” “I can always come by to see you. It can’t be that bad.” She mumbled trying to look positive. “It is that bad.” I let out in a whisper. “These folks are mur
Diego’s POV “What do you want?” Kamara grumbled rudely on the other end. “Like I would want anything from you.” I retorted, sucking my teeth. “I just needed to be sure you are where you should be.” She snorted. “Like you don’t have enough spies doing your bidding. Do I look like a leash dog to you? Obviously, you have nothing else to say to me. Which implies the end of discussion.” And just like that the line went dead. My hand gripped the phone tightly. I am going to deal with her. “Trouble in paradise?” Fernando asked, throwing peanuts into his mouth. “That Kamara girl is so rude.” I hissed“Someone that I think you truly deserve.” “You are stupid.” “Could say the same for you. Moreover, why did you lie about us traveling to Nana when we are right here in Atlanta?” I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs. “If Nana finds out that I am engaging in any kind of brawl with the Mancini brothers she would have a fit.” “I feel crazy right now that I am actually involved with you i
Kamara’s POV I feel so restless and hungry. I have been moving around the bed like someone whose body is being pricked. The damned live-in nurse who also serves as Diego’s spy dog seems so keen on seeing my end. Putting me on a stupid diet that doesn’t even resonate with my cravings. Never thought I had it in me to desire food so much. I had read somewhere that pregnant women are allowed to cheat on their diets. But bitch ass nurse Candace wouldn’t let me be. Sitting up, I let out a strained breath, I won’t be able to get any wink of sleep if I don’t indulge in my desire tonight. I tiptoed out of the room, and down the hallway to the kitchen. Seeing it so close to my reach makes my heart sing in delight. All I want is some chocolates. All thanks to Chantelle and Nana who helped hide it in one of the cabinets Candace would never have thought to search. A small smile played on my lips as I reached for a chocolate bar. Tearing it open and taking a bite, I was transported to paradise
Diego’s POV“I would wring her neck if she wasn’t carrying my child,” I growled, lighting the cigarette in my hand not minding that I was in the car. Fernando looked up from the file he was reading through in the passenger's seat. I had requested to drive myself to the office and he didn't protest, seeing it as a way to get things done. “Seems like a bad morning?” “Of course.” I hissed at the pain that ran through my wounded arm. “You do know you could actually be jailed if you lay a finger on her. Your mafia roots won’t save you this time.” “All I have to do is make sure I am not caught.” I seethed. “You need to have seen the fearless look in her eyes when she talked back to me.” He hummed absentmindedly. “How is your wound?” “Aches crazily,” I admitted kissing my teeth in anger at the thought of the pain I had to go through with just a damn shot. To top it all, I had to deal with her. “That aside, we have a bit of a problem,” Fernando said, waving a few papers like I could re
Kamara’s POV“Come on Kamara, how can you decide to go on a shopping spree with Nana and leave me in the dark?” Chantelle whined over the phone as I searched for something to wear in my closet. We haven't gone out for a walk in a while so Nana and I decided to go shopping for the baby beforehand. It's only been two months but it wasn't like I could say no to her when she was so excited. “You're in Chicago for the weekend, Chantelle. When you're done with work, we can always go out anytime.” I rolled my eyes, checking out an outfit in the mirror. “Next time? Do you think Diego will let you out?” She said and I cringed at the mention of his name. I haven't seen him again since three nights ago when we had dinner together and he grumbled all through dinner. I spent hours on those dishes even if they were meant for Nana and not him. “Then we'll just have to sneak out.” I replied, a smile spreading across my face at the idea of sneaking out. The chances would be slim but I want to see t
Mancini Vando’s POV I sat comfortably in the hotel as I stared over at Fernando Hernandez who sat there with a defeated look. Everything was going better than I had planned for. “You aren't here to defend your boss, are you, Fernando?” I asked him, amber swirling the liquid in my glass as I glanced back at him. “We agreed you wouldn't be there either. Neither you nor your brother, but for Don Diego to intentionally plant an explosive device at the port? You have no evidence and so you can't break the truce just because of that.” Fernando hissed, trying hard to keep his anger in check and it felt so satisfying. “Don Diego went against our initial plan, Fernando. We agreed no one would appear there during the exchange and he was there. There's footage of him there and causing the explosion.x I replied, knowing fully well I was playing my card right. Knowing Diego, he would want to barge in here to cause a fight but the only thing keeping him in check was his man here. What a pathetic
Kamara's POV I paced in front of Nana's ward, biting my nails. I didn't mind the pain I was feeling in my arm. Compared to Nana who was shot close to a vital spot, it was so much different for her. What if something goes wrong? What would Diego do once he realizes we both left home without any guards protecting us. As soon as I dropped his name in my thoughts, I felt a chilly presence approaching me, making me look up to see him approaching at full strides. He walked past me like I wasn't even there, trying to head into her ward but I quickly rushed in front of him to stop him. “No. The doctors said to wait out there till they're done–” “And you think I give a damn about what they might have to say? This is my grandmother we're talking about. Get the fuck out of my way before I make you.” he snarled, serious about what he had just said but I honestly wasn't going to move and watch him trash the entire place. “You have to calm down,” I let out a soft sigh. “I know no one was expect
Kamara “This makes no sense, and I am disappointed.” Chantelle sucked her teeth, slurping on her milkshake with a frown. Meeting with my dad after the first confrontation I had with both parents in Diego had meddled in made me feel hopeful. I thought he was meeting to tell me that he understood why I would make such a decision, and also to apologize for putting me through so much trouble. In my head, I had envisioned us crying in each other’s arms. Embrace ourselves, and he reassures me that he has got my back. But I was wrong. He had come once again to judge and condemn me. The pain I have had to endure because of my family in the past few months is immeasurable. Didn’t realize I was just wasting my life. There is Ciara, who is living a double life and is unbothered about anyone. I blame myself for being so considerate. To make matters worse, that dumb Diego keeps poking my fresh scar. Reminding me of my woeful decisions. I don’t know how long I can take the pressure. I have consi
DiegoMy neck aches really badly. Today was quite hectic. I detest dealing with folks who think the mafia business is something they can joke around with. Rubbing the back of my neck slowly, i let out a delightful sigh as I entered the kitchen and caught a whiff of chicken. Nana must have made her special chicken casserole. I love every bit of it. Would have to warm some for myself to eat. Didn’t even realize I haven’t eaten since noon until now. Found the soup and was about to scoop some of it onto a plate when I heard a loud sniff. I tried to ignore it, thinking I must have heard wrong, but it came again. This time it was followed by a sob. Someone is crying. My heart thumped at the thought of the person being Nana. I hurried towards the room and yanked the door open. I felt a bit relieved that it wasn’t Nana. Still, it was bothersome to see Kamara bent over a mannequin with her growing belly, working on a dress, and crying. The position can harm the child. I wonder where the nurse
Kamara“Ma’am, don’t you think it will be best if you get an assistant? It isn’t advisable for you to keep working yourself out.” The nurse whined in my ear as i knelt by the foot of the mannequin to pin down a dress. I don’t know if her complaints are Diego’s instructions or if they are true medical advice. I am the one with the body and I am not complaining. But she is always finding some fault in the activities I indulge in like it is okay to also just lie down all day doing nothing. I can’t afford to miss out on creating designs that could aid my entry into the fashion school in the next session. I would be done with the pregnancy and everyone else here. The only one I would miss is Nana. “Miss Kamara.” She interrupted my thoughts. Letting out a curse under my breath, I sat down and huffed. “What do you want with me? As you can see this is also an exercise. Why are you stressing me out?” “Sir Diego doesn’t……” “That’s enough!” I stopped her with a stern glare. “As long as I am
Kamara“You did assault him,” I murmured like a fool. Shame washed over me as I felt a warm trickle down my thigh. What have I become? Having sex with a man who had my brother beaten until he landed in a hospital. “Why exactly will you do that?” I screamed, throwing all of my emotions out to the wind. Fuck every one of them. Diego didn’t flinch a bit as he zipped up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Kamara.” Asshole! He was back to his cold self. Like he wasn’t just plowing through my pussy a few minutes ago. Tears filled my eyes as the pleasure wrung out of me replacing itself with rage. “I didn’t sign my family off to you, Diego. Abusing them because you have the power to isn’t appropriate.” “If your family does not know exactly how to behave, it is my job to put them in their place. Just because you and I are acquainted, they already think they can talk to me as they please. Your brother had the audacity to storm my office just to ac
Kamara's POV “Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don't know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn't help but chuckle as I hummed. I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum's name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call. “Hello?” “Kamara!” My mother's panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It's your brother– Jason– he was attacked.” My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?” “He's in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego's men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can't you just be without trouble for
Kamara's POV I opened my eyes to the stream of sunlight coming directly into the room. It took me a while before my gaze finally adjusted. I roughed my hair up drowsily as I looked around me. I was dressed in my nightwear and in the room. I was confused for a split second before everything that happened last night came flooding my head. My face flushed as I covered my face with my palm. I couldn't believe I had consented to actually having sex in the car. That's any woman's fantasy. A small giggle escaped my lips as I swung my feet down from the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Diego had cleaned me up against last night and washed me up and one thing I had to admit this new prescription made me see much more gentle sides of him. Even if it was just because of the baby, in order to reduce my stress level, it wasn't bad to have him care for me once in a while like he did both times we've had sex now. I walked down towards the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of gla
Diego's POV I could feel Kamara's breath ghosting over my neck, her chest growing with each intake of air.I was far from done but I had to be considerate of her, thinking she must be tired from the season. I was having a hard time holding back but I didn't want to move her either. "I need more, Diego. I want more." She whispered through her ragged breath. I smiled after hearing her words, seeing the eagerness in her eyes as well spurred me on but I didn't want to do it here, not in the cramped space of my car. It wasn't how Kamara would act but who cares. She needed to take her mind off what just happened and I'll gladly do that for her. "Let's go back to the mansion and continue. I promise to make it worth your time." I breathed out, helping her to the passenger's seat as I handed her my jacket to wear over her dress. It would probably be a mess now. "Alright."Getting her to agree with me was all I needed. I hurriedly turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot.Withi
Diego's POV I didn't care what kind of reaction I would get, I just took Kamara and pulled her out of the restaurant casually. After walking out of the restaurant with Kamara trailing behind me, I headed straight into the parking lot with my car in sight. I didn't know why I just followed her after she requested I shouldn't but I'm having this sense of satisfaction that I did. "What the fuck, Diego?" Kamara barked as she yanked her hand off mine, causing me to stop and turn to her with a puzzled expression. "How could you?""How could I what?" I asked, withdrawing my hand as I stared back at her. "How could you fucking show up in my family meeting like that?" She pushed against my chest, clearly angry at me. I looked at her for a moment, still trying to understand her reaction. Is this how all women act after you help them? Because I do not understand. "I don't understand… I can't show up when you clearly looked uncomfortable in there?” "Why will you?" She scoffed, looking arou
Kamara's POV I slid into the chair across from her, my fingers lacing together on my lap. “Explain. Tell us what the hell you have done.” She said, cutting straight to the chase. No warmth, no room for greetings or jokes. They wouldn't even listen to it if it was offered. My throat felt dry. “I don't know what Ciara told you, but–” “She told us enough,” my mother cut in sharply. “She said you're not in New York, well this proves it. That you've been lying to us. That you're pregnant. That you're living with some mafia boss. Is that true?” I swallowed. “Yes.” My mother flinched like I had slapped her. “And you weren't going to tell us?” My father asked, his tone low and furious. “It's not what you think,” I said, choosing my words carefully. My mother scoffed. “Then tell me what it is Kamara? Because from where I'm sitting I don't understand anything. How could you be so reckless, Kamara? How could you throw your life away like this? Do you know how difficult it is to carry a