Semua Bab My Mob Husband: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I padded down the hallway, the soft morning light spilling into the house and promising a peaceful start to the day. The faint aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread guided me to the kitchen. As I entered, I saw Arcel, our maid, bustling around the counter, her hands deftly preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Arcel," I greeted her with a smile. "That smells wonderful. Have you seen Enzo?" Arcel glanced up, her expression briefly clouded before she forced a smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Romanov. I believe Mr. Romanov had to leave early today." I frowned slightly, sensing something off in her demeanor. Before I could probe further, my phone buzzed on the counter. I picked it up, seeing Enzo's name on the screen. "Hello?" I answered, my heart lifting at the sound of his voice. "Annizah, I won't be around the whole day. There are some matters I need to attend to," he said, his tone apologetic but firm. "Also, my mother is coming over. Just wanted to give you a heads-up." I felt a

The night had settled softly around us, the gentle hum of the city a distant background noise. Vincenzo and I were wrapped in each other's arms, lying on our bed in a peaceful cocoon of warmth. His steady heartbeat was a comforting rhythm against my ear, his hand resting protectively over my growing belly. It was in these quiet moments that I felt closest to him, the weight of the world outside our door slipping away. As I snuggled closer, feeling his warmth seep into me, a question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind surfaced. "Vincenzo," I began hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper in the dimly lit room. "Can I ask you something?" He tilted his head slightly to look at me, his dark eyes soft and attentive. "Of course, Belleza. You can ask me anything." I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Why did you call your mother over the other day? And why was she acting so... nice and sweet towards me?" The memory of her unexpected kindness lingered in my mind, a

I was walking down the stairs, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a warm glow across the room. As I reached the bottom, I heard Vincenzo's voice calling from the kitchen. "Belleza, come here. I have a surprise for you," he called out, his voice filled with a rare, lighthearted cheer. Curious and smiling, I made my way to the kitchen. The sight that greeted me was unexpected but heartwarming. Vincenzo, usually so commanding and intense, stood at the stove, a spatula in hand, flipping pancakes with surprising skill. The aroma of freshly cooked batter filled the air, mingling with the scent of syrup and butter. "Good morning," I said softly, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. I rested my cheek against his back, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. "Good morning, amore," he replied, turning his head to kiss the top of my head. His free hand reached down to gently rest on my growing stomach, his touch protective and tend

Vincenzo sat at his desk, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. The recent threats and the need to protect Annizah and their unborn child had shifted his focus entirely. He could no longer afford to be reactive; he needed to be proactive. His enemies were growing bolder, and the security around his family had to be impenetrable. He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. “Baltazar, I need you to come to my office. We have some urgent matters to discuss.” Moments later, Baltazar walked in, his expression serious. “What’s the situation, boss?” Vincenzo leaned forward, his gaze intense. “We need to double the security at the house. I want guards at every entrance, surveillance on every corner, and patrols around the clock. Annizah and our child’s safety are our top priority.” Baltazar nodded, already making notes. “Understood. I’ll contact our security teams and ensure that we have the best men on the job. Do you want me to vet them personally

--- The peace of the afternoon was short-lived. Vincenzo's phone buzzed insistently on the coffee table, shattering the tranquility. He glanced at the screen and saw Katana's name. His heart skipped a beat, sensing something urgent. "Give me a second," he said softly to Annizah before answering. "Katana, what's going on?" "Vincenzo," Katana's voice was urgent, "are you with Annizah?" "Yes, she's right here," he replied, a knot of tension forming in his chest. "Why? What's happened?" "Keep her close to you," Katana instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Mark and I are on our way to your house. We have a lead on the threat, but we can't discuss it over the phone. Just make sure she's safe until we get there." Vincenzo's grip tightened on the phone. "Alright, we'll be waiting. Hurry." He ended the call and turned to Annizah, who was watching him with concern. "What's wrong?" she asked, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. "It's Katana," Vincenzo said, his voi