Todos os capítulos de Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Feeling a presence appear by my side. I looked over to see that it was Aryana. Ah. That would explain why Tony had stopped Marcello from speaking. I nodded to show that I understood, and we turned to enter the house.The house was welcoming, from the open door to the wide hallway. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns, and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand that led to the floor above, its grain flowing as water might in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the mini chandelier that hung in the foyer, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul.As ordinary as the house looked, I couldn’t help but feel touched by its homeliness.“Where are we?” Aryana asked, and I was thankful for Tony speaking up as I had not been paying attention to the road during the short journey.“Queens.”Aryana and I shot my second-in-command incr

AlexanderIt had been three days since we arrived here in Queens. Aryana and I had not spoken to each other aside from greetings when we bumped into each other in the mornings. Tony and Marcello had left immediately after instructing us to be careful and not to go out if we could help it. Whatever we needed would be provided.I was fixing myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when Aryana sauntered, looking a little pale. I knew that women were prone to morning sickness during the early stages of pregnancy. I knew it was a normal symptom, but it didn’t make me feel any less concerned.There was a bit of an awkward tension between us. I knew part of it was due to my outburst three days ago. While what I said was true, it shouldn’t have been phrased in that manner. I had allowed my emotions to get the best of me and, as a result, spat out careless words without thinking.It wasn’t as if I didn’t want to apologize to her. I did, but she didn’t make it easy for me to catch sight of her for

The howling of the wind brought my eyes open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I realized I was in the middle of a deserted street. Well, vacant was an understatement. I wasn’t alone, but I was the only one alive. There were bodies littered all over the concrete ground.I stared in horror. The surroundings were stained with blood. The smell became obvious, and I felt the need to vomit. The motion was put away and forgotten instantly when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watery. My stomach stirred in the slightest.The need to move overtook me, and I felt a sharp ache, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins. I took shaky steps in a random direction, not knowing where I was going. I tried my best not to look at the corpses on the ground or think about the squelching sounds my sneakers made when steppin

I watched Aryana try her best to follow my chest movements, trying to get into the same rhythm she felt underneath her palm. However, the air still seemed to be made of water, invading her throat and lungs because she ended up coughing violently as she attempted to slow her panicked breaths, choking on every strangled gasp.I shifted to a more comfortable position to better guide Aryana through her panic attack. Still, I moved my hand from where it had rested on her cheek. It seemed that had been the wrong thing to do because it made her panic even more. Her hand almost clawed where it was latched onto the fabric of my clothes over my chest. Her other hand wildly lunged forward, searching for a contact, and her fingers grabbed my arm that had been supporting her."No, no, no," I murmured, returning my hand almost immediately to her face with my thumb tracing circles into her tear-stained skin. "It's okay, and I’m here. You're doing so well, mio tesoro." I reassured her, never stopping

I responded and watched as Alexander walked to the small vintage table against the wall to the side of the foyer. He opened the drawers, and I had to prevent my mouth from dropping to the ground at the sheer amount of money lying there. I couldn't believe that I had passed by this table so many times and never knew that such an amount of money had been lying under my nose all this time.Why was there so much cash? Didn't the mafia rely on online transactions? Seeing this much money was a dream as someone who had to work shifts between classes to pay my school fees. If only I'd had this money back then, I wouldn't have had to run myself so ragged.Alexander picked out a wad of cash and handed it over to Tony. I didn't understand what was happening or why he was giving Tony money, but I kept quiet until Tony left the house."Alessandro?" I called out, making Alexander stop in his tracks."It is the Italian version of my name." He responded.Oh. That made sense, considering they sounded