*Alberto’s POV* I pulled Isa’s head into my chest and held her there as she slightly trembled in fear of what the doctor had to say. If I said I wasn’t worried myself, I’d be lying. Of course, deep down I’d hate that she would have to carry another man’s child, but my biggest concern would be her. She would completely shut me out. I mean, she’s been doing it for days. And I get it. I really do, but I miss my angel so much. My fearless and bratty angel. “Everything’s going to be alright, angel,” I whispered in her ear, only for her to hear even though I feared that maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t. The doctor cleared her throat as she pulled out an envelope from the pocket in her coat. “Do you want me to read the results, or would you like to read them in privacy?” She asked me with a slight tremble in her voice. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting go of my angel to read those results. “Just read it,” I gritted out as Isa fisted my shirt between us with her free hand. “Oka

*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* I forced a smile on my face as my angel ate the food I ordered for her. I felt relief that she seemed a lot calmer now, but her words were on repeat in my head. Her confirmation of what I already thought. I fūcking knew Santoro’s son was a prick. It was a gut feeling, and I’m never wrong with my gut feelings. I also had a feeling that Francisco had stormed off to torment the assholes in the basement some more. He was pissed at them, at what happened, but also at himself. I knew him enough to see the regret in his eyes. He’d lost his whole family in the blink of an eye, and he still didn’t have them back even though they were within arm’s reach. So the only way to deal with that was to make those who made us all suffer pay. I didn’t mind him making those assholes bleed as long as he was away from my angel for now. I love my brother, but my angel would always come first. If he ever caused her another breakdown like he did earlier, he’s gone.

*Alberto’s POV* I couldn’t help but smile as my angel stepped in front of me and slowly buttoned up my dress shirt. Last night was something else. It was like a dream and already had me desperate for more. “I’ve ordered breakfast to be delivered to my office if you want to join me,” I said before she could pull away, and hoping to take my mind off her sweet pūssy. The food was obviously for her, since I wanted to make sure she had all her meals. My need to take care of her only intensified knowing she was growing my baby. I placed one of my hands on her lower back and pressed her to my body as my other hand tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’d like that.” The moment her tongue slid across her bottom lip, my fingers slid to the back of her head and tugged her head back. “Me too, but if we don’t get out of here soon…” She laughed as she pushed against my chest and walked away from me, her laugh making me smile with her. Fūck, I missed this. I grabbed

*TRIGGER WARNING* *Isadora’s POV* After making my guest of honor comfortable, I exited the room and slowly entered the open, yet dark basement that Padrino had Daniella chained in. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. I never knew I’d be so thrilled to make someone pay for their wrongdoings. Okay, I’m lying, but really. This amount of eagerness just to send someone to hell should be illegal… Or maybe I’m ready to be admitted to the psych ward. “Isa-sadora,” she croaked before her teeth chattered involuntarily. I’m glad she still remembers my name. My eyes trailed down her body, realizing that her trembling was definitely caused by more than fear. Her body was stripped down, and the air in this room was cold enough to be considered a bedroom-sized freezer. “Yes, Isadora.” I smirked as I moved closer to her, not feeling an ounce of pity for the woman that tormented me for weeks on end. I already knew how I wanted to end her, but I was still deciding how to

*POTENTIAL TRIGGER* *Alberto’s POV* “Do you remember your safe word?” My voice was thick and low as I folded my angel over the tortūre table. Having her this way was better than any wet dream I could have ever had. “Angel,” she moaned softly as her hips pushed back, desperately seeking my touch. I tapped her ass before releasing a warning growl. My hands reached for the hem of her dress, and I yanked it over her fat ass as my eyes zeroed in on her wet, exposed cunt. Fūck me. Figa più bella che abbia mai visto. (Italian: Prettiest pūssy I’ve ever seen.) “You better tell me if it becomes too much, angel.” I dug my fingers in her ass intensely, earning a soft cry from her. “Tell me!” “I promise, Padrino,” she whispered as she looked at me over her shoulder. “Mmmm.” I smacked her ass cheeks together while I squeezed them so hard that you’d think I’d drawn blood. “What did I tell you in my office?” She seemed to be in a daze as she pushed her hips back, rubbing her dripping pūs