In the mafia there are certain codes that you have to follow but when your best friend is the Mafia King those codes come at you from all areas. One of the codes is a brother code and the number one is not dating Isadora King, his baby sister. Easy right? What if I told you that I tried to stay away from her but Isadora is not like any of the other female conquests. She wasn’t just someone I wanted to fuck. She and I had this attraction to each other for as long long as I can remember but we never acted on it. Then one night I was at the club when I saw her. She was dancing on the dancefloor, swaying her hips, and moving that body of hers in one of her tight, mid-thigh dresses she wore to the clubs I watched in my corner as she ran her hands over her body to the music and took a shot of liquid courage. I snuck in behind her and started to grind against her body and she reciprocated by rubbing up against me. I felt myself getting hard and I knew I wanted her. I rubbed my hands all ove

POV Katarina King I was out with Alejandro on the terrace eating breakfast and I finished and got up to go put the plate in the sink when I felt light-headed and fell against the counter, dropping the plate on the ground with a crash. The glass plate shattered and Alejandro stood up and quickly came to my side. “ Baby, Are you all right?” He looked at me with concern. I shook my head to reassure him. “ I think I just got up too fast. I’m fine.” He picked me up in his arms and sat me down on the stool close by. “ Take it easy, baby,” he grabbed a tall glass and poured me some water., “ Drink this.” He slowly brought it to my lips then he rubbed my back. “ Be careful today.I don’t want anything to happen to my angel.” He said as he peppered kisses on my brow. I swatted him away. “ Alejandro, I just got up too quickly, I am fine.” He gave me the ‘ Are you sure’ look and I smiled. This man, big bad mafia king and I have him wrapped around my finger. I can’t believe we’ve been married fo

POV Katarina King Ever Since Alejandro found out I am carrying his heir he has been nothing but attentive to my every need. If I have a craving he was right on top of it. If I had a migraine he would massage my temples. He ran baths for me. Gave me foot massages. The works. Hands down Alejandro was the best future daddy I had ever seen. He didn’t let me out of his sight. Often if he had a meeting he could do over zoom, he did it. He didn’t like to leave me alone for very long. He went with me wherever I had to go and he wouldn’t let me lift anything heavy. Both he and Pedro hung around the house, reading the latest mommy blogger to get updates on what this trimester should be like. Isadora often would help Pedro with the research. Both of them would be the Godparents and they took their duties very seriously. “ It says here that her morning sickness should subside by the second trimester, right now she’s 13 weeks along and the baby is the size of a lemon.” Pedro said and Isadora sa

POV Katarina King As soon as the men left Isadora and I had a movie night in the theater room. We watched a rom-com and indulged in popcorn, snacks, and drinks. I remembered what I saw when we exited the elevator but was waiting for an opportunity to bring it up. She kept looking at her phone and I noticed she looked nervous. “ So, how long have you and Pedro been going out?” I asked and watched her reaction. Her eyes went wide and she looked like she might try to deny it so I continued, “ I saw you, Isadora. When Alejandro and I got out of the elevator, I saw you two kissing.” She took a handful of popcorn and threw it in her mouth then nodded. “ OK, you got me. What can I say? Pedro is hot. We’ve been hooking up.” She answered. I knew she was leaving something out. “ So you’re just hooking up, that’s it?” I asked curiously and met her gaze. “ Oh well if that’s all it is. How come lately you two have been inseparable?” “Inseparable? When?” She raised her brow, her eyes wide. I sm

Isadora and I were out shopping for nursery items when she noticed we were being followed. We ducked into another store and sure enough the middle-aged man followed us. He looked to be about the same age as Elsalvador and he was dressed very dapper. He was definitely mafia. As we wandered around he followed us. I was about to go into the next aisle when he approached me. “ Child, you remind me of someone. May I ask what your mother’s name is?” He asked as he stared at me. I looked at him and then at Isadora. “ I-I’m sorry but, do I know you? Why are you following me?” He stared at me waiting for a response, then I met Isadora’s eyes, pleading with her to help. “ She asked you first, Mister-” “ Martinez. Angelo Martinez,” he said as shook my hand. Angelo Martinez? As in my father? My real father. I started to look around at our surroundings and noticed there were approximately five men dressed in black wearing earpieces like bodyguards. I realized we were surrounded. “ I’m sorry f