All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

“Remember,” Suzi said as Max opened her door, “no threatening anyone before cake.”Max adjusted his shirt. “Depends who shows up.”“Max,” she warned, giving him the look.He offered her his arm. “Fine. But if there’s a boy, I’m talking to him.”“Shouldn’t Lucas be more bothered by it since it’s his sister?” Suzi asked.“Oh, he will be bothered by this too, trust me. But we are all protective of Sky. All the girls in our family really,” Max said.Inside, the house was already alive with noise. Music thumped faintly from the back patio, kids darted between rooms, and someone yelled for more ice.“Suzi!” Sky shrieked and bolted over, nearly knocking Suzi off her feet.“Happy birthday!” Suzi laughed, hugging her. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”Sky spun once, showing off the sleek black dress. “Seventeen,” she said proudly.Max’s brow furrowed. “Too grown up.”Sky rolled her eyes. “Hi, Max. Please try to smile tonight. At least once.”“This is my smile,” Max said.Daphne followed Landon in

“I can’t believe Uncle River hired some boy to follow Sky around!” Suzi exclaimed as Max gently led her inside the house.“Well, Charlie is pretty reliable. His grandfather was Uncle River’s loyal employee, and Charlie had always shown interest in working for the Foster family,” Max said.“Hmm…” Suzi hummed absentmindedly.Max raised an eyebrow. “What?”“It’s just…he is not much older than her. Can he really do the job? I mean, would he be able to fight bad guys off if he needed to?” Suzi asked.Max looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling slowly. “I think so.”Suzi looked at him curiously. “What makes you so sure?”“He was John’s grandson, one of River’s trusted men. After he was killed, Charlie’s parents wanted to keep him away from River and his family, but when Charlie turned fifteen or so, he contacted River and begged him to teach him…things,” Max paused.Suzi raised an eyebrow. “Things?”“You know…the things we do. He told him he wanted to learn how to fight and when he gr

They pulled into the driveway just past noon, the ultrasound photos tucked in Suzi’s purse like a secret she wanted to hold to her heart forever.The house smelled like coffee and cedar from the new dresser Max had carried in the night before. Light fell across the hallway in long bands and the world felt softer around the edges, as if the house itself had decided to whisper instead of speak.“Straight to the war room,” Max said, setting the keys in the bowl by the door.Suzi laughed. “You mean the nursery.”“Same thing,” he said, but the smile he gave her took all the sharpness out of the words.They climbed the stairs together, Suzi one hand on the railing and one on her belly.Suzi drifted to the window and pushed the curtain aside. The backyard looked bright and ordinary, a little wind in the maple tree, the neighbor’s dog asleep in a patch of sun. She smiled and pressed the ultrasound printout to the glass for a second, just to see the light through it.“Alright,” Max said behind

Max stood in the middle of La Rivera, foam sticking to his shoes, espresso dripping from the ceiling, and the faint sound of a barista weeping softly in the back room.Landon was scrolling through the trending video again. “You’re up to fifty thousand views. Congratulations, you’re officially an influencer.”“Fantastic,” Max said dryly. “Do I get a sponsorship deal or just lifelong humiliation?”“Probably both,” Landon said.Max exhaled, surveying the wreckage. “Alright. Get the cleaning crew in. Replace the machine, repaint, whatever. We reopen in a week.”Landon blinked. “That’s ambitious.”“I’m motivated,” Max said, heading for the door. “My pregnant wife is waiting for her croissant, and I’m not about to come home empty-handed and caffeine-scented.”“Wait.” Landon jogged after him. “You’re seriously bringing food from this disaster zone?”Max paused, looking back with a wry grin. “It survived the foamocalypse. It’s basically a hero.”By the time Max got home, Suzi was curled up on

The soft buzz of music filled the villa, laughter rising and falling in easy waves as the night settled into that familiar warmth only family could create.Suzi had finally stopped crying, well, mostly, and was smiling again, her hand still resting protectively on her belly.Across the courtyard, the younger crowd had claimed a section of the patio. Ella was trying to convince a server to let her sample the tiramisu “for scientific purposes,” while Sky sat off to the side, arms crossed, her expression set to deep teenage disapproval.Suzi noticed immediately.“Uh-oh,” she murmured, nudging Max. “Look at Sky.”He followed her gaze, then winced. “That’s the face of someone either plotting a coup or writing sad poetry.”Suzi gave him a look. “I’ll check.”“Good luck,” Max said. “Take snacks. You might be in there a while.”Suzi rolled her eyes and crossed the patio, her heels clicking softly against the stone. “Hey, Sky,” she said, easing into the empty seat beside Sky. “Why the storm cl