Semua Bab My Mob Husband: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Things have been going well for Vincenzo and I for the next few weeks. It's so refreshing to be completely relaxed around him, not worrying about anything because I know he's always there with me.Pregnancy really did me a thing. I couldn't even get a wink of sleep because I would always feel nauseous, or hungry. Sometimes, I get so emotional, and it's a rollercoaster of experience for me as a first time mother, who ironically didn't have a mother of her own.I am just so glad Vincenzo is always there to support me through it all. He's been incredibly understanding and patient, taking care of me in ways I never thought possible. From bringing me my favorite snacks at odd hours to holding me close when the emotions overwhelm me, he's been my rock through it all.Despite the challenges of pregnancy, there's a sense of excitement and anticipation that fills the air whenever I think about the little one growing inside me. The thought of becoming a mother is both thrilling and terrifying,

As the pain in my stomach intensified, I clung tightly to Vincenzo, tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of stress and anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if I lose my child? The thought echoed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The fear of the unknown gripped me tightly, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming presence. Ever since I was young, all I ever wanted was a family of my own—a family that I could build with my own hands and heart. I dreamed of carrying a child of my own, nurturing them, and watching them grow into someone I could proudly call family. But as the moments slip by, that dream feels farther and farther out of reach. “N-No… please, Enzo…” I whispered through tears, my voice trembling with fear. “My b-baby…” “Hush, we'll be fine,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry that mirrored my own. Despite his attempt to comfort

As Vincenzo held my hand, we stepped into the new house he had bought for us. It wasn't as grand as his mansion, but it was spacious enough to accommodate us and some of hispeople. Given the constant threats to our safety, having extra security was a necessity. Yet, despite the need for heightened protection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in our new home. This house felt different, more intimate than the mansion. It was a place where we could truly make our own, away from the shadows of Vincenzo's family business. I could sense the effort Vincenzo had put into selecting this house, fitting it to my preferences, and I couldn't help but appreciate his gesture. Sure, it may not be as extravagant as what I was accustomed to, but it felt like home in a way that the mansion never did. Here, amidst the warmth of Vincenzo's embrace and the promise of a fresh start, I knew that we could build a future together, one where we could finally be free from the chains of our past. And fo

I nodded, trusting his judgment even as my heart pounded with fear. "What should we do now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "We stay put and wait for Katana's update," Vincenzo replied, his tone firm. "In the meantime, we'll increase security around the house. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby." I watched as he made more calls, issuing orders to bolster our defenses. Despite the fear gnawing at me, Vincenzo's fierce protectiveness was a reassuring constant. Together, we would face whatever threats came our way, determined to protect our family and build the future we dreamed of. Hours later, as the tension in the house continued to mount, Vincenzo's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then looked up at me with a grim expression. "Katana has her team on it," he said. "They'll bring the man to the headquarters. I'll go there in the morning to get answers." I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Let's find out who did this and why," I

Katana Romanov's black SUV moved silently through the abandoned streets, heading toward the address Aleksandr Petrov had provided. Her eyes scanned the darkened buildings as they approached the location: an old, dilapidated factory on the outskirts of the city. The structure stood as a monument to the decay and danger that lurked in the shadows of their world. She turned to her team, the hardened men who had been by her side through countless operations. "Remember, we're here to send a message. No one crosses the Romanovs without consequence. Stay sharp and follow my lead." They nodded, their expressions steely and resolute. As the SUV came to a halt, they slipped out into the night, moving with practiced precision. The air was thick with tension, each step forward bringing them closer to the confrontation that awaited inside. Katana signaled for two of her men to take up positions at the rear entrance, while she and the rest approached the front. She could hear muffled voices and t