Mafia Diego's Surrogate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

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

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

Diego’s POV“Welcome, Sir Diego.” The nurse greeted her as she stepped out of the kitchen. I grunted in response, just as she was about to leave i asked. “Where is Kamara?” Her face turned ashen out of nowhere. The words came out in a stutter. “I promise you sir, i tried to stop her. But she hardly listens to me when it comes to her work. She is in the working room making clothes. Has been actively busy for the past one week now.”Exhaling slowly, i tugged at my ear lightly. I have been away for over a week now, it’s no surprise that Kamara already moved on to doing what she knows best ignoring all of my instructions. “Has she been keeping to her diets and medications?” The nurse bobbed her head so quickly, i fear it would roll off the neck. “Yes, sir. She has kept to it without any complaint.” “That’s good enough. We can’t exactly stop her from doing her job.” I mumbled, surprising myself. “You can go.”“Yes, sir.” She muttered, hurrying off. I probably would be mad hearing that

Kamara’s POV“Here you go.” Diego handed me a berry bliss-filled smoothie cup. I received it with my nose scrunched up in suspicion. “I didn’t poison it.” He said as if reading my mind. Sniffing, I took a long sip. Trying not to moan in satisfaction. It tastes so good. After all the injections and tests, I do feel entitled to some berry blast. We entered the car and he drove onto the street. I was beyond shocked when he insisted on following me to my doctor’s appointments. I am almost six months into my pregnancy, and aside the early days of me being pregnant, Diego hasn’t followed me to the hospital. Nana was always doing that. He must have been instructed by her to do so. The man I know wouldn’t have thought it essential to act on his own. “The doctor says you and the baby are in good health. I can’t believe it’s a boy.” He uttered, smiling lightly. Wow! Diego is having light conversations? Did he hit his head? Since I wasn’t sure how to respond, I kept mute. To my surprise, he k

Diego’s POVThe noise made my ears hurt. It was subtle, yet it sent waves to my ear. Fernando kept hitting the racket against the tennis ball for half a second. I needed to keep my head straight. Would have stayed back in my room, but that would have only made things worse. I hate being cooped up in a space all in the name of not feeling good. Which was why i didn’t turn down Fernando’s request to come play tennis at the house. He is either bored or has something to talk to me about. “Wow! That was breathtaking.” Fernando panted while waving at his playing partner. I expected him to ask me why i didn’t join in. Instead, he just grabbed a bottle of water, chugged it down his throat and sat next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he readjusted himself and spoke. “I hear you ordered a new batch of pills.” He said in a reserved tone. I felt a painful tug in my spine. Gulped hard as it trickled slowly through every bone in my vein. I don’t know why the pills aren’t here