My Baby Daddy is a Mafia Boss

Tears flow down my eyes as the driver pulls out of the estate, heading to the airport. I clasp my mouth with my hand, muffling my heart-wrenching cries. This can't be happening to me. Maybe I am still dreaming, and I'll be up soon. But no matter how hard I make an effort to assume that this is all an ominous dream, I nonetheless can't shake off the thoughts of what just transpired in a few minutes.Father's feral anger. I have never seen him like that before. In all my twenty-three years of living, I've never seen my father like that. So unhinged and broken. His eyes held a depth of hatred and rage as he said the venomous words that would forever be etched in my heart. "Irene CLAUDIA DANTE! How the hell did this happen?" Father's boisterous voice thunders in the living room as he waves the newspaper in my face.I stare at the papers blankly, shivering from the tension that it came with. A picture of me is nicely displayed on the front page with a headline that sentences me to a life

FIVE YEARS LATER"Move your ass, damn it!" I yell maniacally, slamming my hand repeatedly on my horn. But it only earns me a couple of complaints and cusses from the other drivers.Dejectedly, I slouch back in my seat, hating how terrible my day has become. I check my Rolex wristwatch, and I'm already ten minutes late.Oh no. My poor baby. She's definitely feeling bad right now. I promised I'd be in the front seats, cheering her on. She's graduating from preschool today, and she needs me to tell her how proud I am. But here I am, stuck in messy traffic, with no hope of getting out any sooner.The soft tune of 'California King Bed' wafts through my speaker, chilling my agitated nerves. I glance at the massive rose bouquet and the box of chocolate on the passenger seat, and it makes my heart bleed anew.If only the meeting hadn't taken so much time. Recalling the meeting and everything discussed sends thrills to my body. It's a complicated mixture of being happy and sad.In the five yea

The sick idea of visiting La Nostra Terra again has been hell from the very start — the only available private plane that can bring me down here suddenly develops a major fault, so I have to board a flight at the airport. The female flight attendants won't stop trying to get my attention, making the 2-hours flight super irritating. I got swarmed at the airport by the paparazzi, and now the traffic won't let us get through. Can it get any worse than it already has?"I'm sorry, boss. I didn't know the streets could get this busy…" Marcelo sighs, glancing at me. He's my best friend and my underboss. He's also the only reason I haven't shot at anyone yet, despite how badly they've been getting under my skin."Remind me again why I decided to come to this crappy city," I snort, swallowing past a wave of aggressiveness. "Well, for starters, you have to meet Leonardo Dante for whatever business offer he has for you.""Believe me. I didn't take this unpleasant visit for him. I'm the least in

My mind was filled with worry and confusion as I paced back and forth in our small apartment. The stranger's promise to Sofia had caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. How could he make such a promise when he knew nothing about us? What if he never showed up again? Sofia's hopes would be shattered, and my heart would break along with hers. I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in my gut that something wasn't right. How could Sofia be so sure that he was her father? I had always told her that her father was on a business trip, but now doubts began to creep into my mind. What if I had been lied to all these years? What if Sofia's real father was out there somewhere? As I continued to worry, Sofia came running into the room, a big smile on her face. She had a way of bringing light into even the darkest moments. "Mama, did you see how much daddy loves me?" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with e

"So tell me princess, what and what did your daddy buy for you?" I asked Sofia the minute we stepped into our apartment but she seemed quiet and walked directly to the sofa. "Why can't daddy stay with us?" She asked, staring deep into my eyes with her sparkling deep blue eyes. "That wasn't the answer to the question I asked you." I said also avoiding her questions, Sofia might be just 5 years old but she was definitely wiser than I expected. "And why would you want him to stay with us don't you know he has other jobs to do than stay here?" I said a few minutes after not getting any response from Sofia. "Because he is my daddy and I want to have a happy family like my friend's." She said sniffing quietly,I dropped the luggages in my hands and rushed up to her cleaning the tears on her cheeks. "You don't have to cry Sofia, no one is taking your father away from you." I said but she