All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Jamie was delirious with relief when her brothers arrived in a matter of seconds to take her back home. Captain Davis wanted to question her, he declared, but one look from Claude silenced him. “Our sister needs a doctor, mate,” drawled Louis, who was beside his brother, his hiccupping sister in his arms. “You can come home and ask her all the questions you want,” added Claude, hefting her tenderly into his arms. Jamie curled into her brother’s safe embrace and shut her eyes. “Pappa…” she whispered as she was carried away. The Captain stood, hands clenched, watching them go. He could not very well question her now, of course, for she had been so very agitated. But…he sighed. The scent of Jamie’s body- a strawberry fragrance? he wondered- clung to his body, and he turned to meet the knowing look on his Lieutenant’s face. “Right, let’s get down to asking those men some questions,” he said crisply and his team were soon fanning out, trying to find out more about the mysterious man who ha

The continuing mystery of her missing friend, Roxanne Piccolo, continued to make Bianca feel gloomy. She was trying to put in some study, for her baby was due soon, and she wanted to be free for a while.But every time she picked up her books, he kept thinking of Roxanne’s small, pinched white face as she gazed at her son, after hearing about Van Dyke spending the night with Martina. It had looked as though poor Roxanne’s world had shattered. The news of the betrayal of the man who had been her world, had left Roxanne devastated.When she had urged Bianca to leave the hospital, she had looked so sad, uneasy and broken. Bianca had been kicking herself for not having put her foot down and stayed with Roxanne…Liam O’Grady flung himself down on the large bed where Bianca was sitting, her books strewn around, a pencil in her mouth as she chewed it aimlessly. With one swipe, the Irishman snatched the pencil from her mouth, glowering as he said,“You trying to give my boy here lead poisonin

The ride to the hospital seemed increasingly drawn out, and Bianca tossed and turned, moaning, as she lay, on the gurney in the ambulance. Her sisters were crowded in beside her, their eyes wide in apprehension as they looked at her with identical expressions of horror and fear.“I don’t think I want to have babies at all,” whispered Beth in a small voice. Anna didn't take her eyes off her sister as she snapped,“I don’t want to get married at all!”They both remembered that Bianca was not officially wedded either. From her position n the bed, Bianca swore and mumbled in distress,“And they expect me to keep having more KIDDS…”The last words ended in a muffled scream as she arched her body. Another painful spasm seemed to ride her body, and she felt the helpless tears falling. Clutching her sister’s hands, she wished her mother had been alive. She so wanted someone beside her, her mother…*O’Grady tore along the streets, chasing the ambulance, and St Just was white-faced as he hung

Bianca had fallen into a deep sleep after meeting Roxanne. She had been shocked of course, to know that her friend had been hiding from the man who she loved to the point of being his willing slave. There had been times when Bianca had wrinkled her pretty nose when she saw the utter helplessness of Roxanne, in the face of the Iceman’s dominance. Roxanne was like putty in his large, meaty hands, Bianca had thought to herself.But this?There had been an unusually strong, determined glint in Roxanne’s beautiful brown eyes as she voiced her thoughts. She, Roxanne, had chosen to stay at the Mafia Don’s place instead of heading home into the waiting arms of her lover, her Daddy. Alex Van Dyke.Bianca sighed and shook her head. Sylvie, who had turned up in the morning, held her arm and helped her to walk about a little. Bianca felt awful. Her body hurt and she knew in her bones that her son was preparing to emerge. Patting her belly, she said softly,“See you soon, Cian.”The soon happened

Bianca’s lids fluttered open slowly.The room was quiet now, except for the soft beeping of monitors and the occasional shuffle of nurses. She lay still, a dull ache pulsing through her lower abdomen. The sterile scent of the hospital hung thick in the air, mingling with the rawness of everything she'd just experienced. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, as though her body wasn’t quite ready to match the speed of her thoughts.Moving with a groan, Bianca thought, so this is what it feels like. Not the movie version. Not the soft-focus montage where the baby slips into your arms and everything fades to gold. No. This was real—raw, bright, clinical. She could remember the cold of the operating table, the calm chaos around her, the way the anaesthesiologist talked like this was all routine. Maybe for him, it was. For Bianca, it was the moment everything shifted.They say you don’t feel pain during a C-section; she thought with a sigh. That was technically true. But what they don’t tell you