Semua Bab My Mafia Savior: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The next morning, the ringing of my phone pierced the silence of our room. I felt Selena's grip tighten around me as I reached for it. I could feel the tension grow in my body as I read the message. "Everything okay?" "Yes, my love. I need to meet with Antonio. I had him looking into a situation for me. Stay in bed as long as you like. I will have the cook prepare us breakfast out on the patio later." The message from Antonio had been brief and cryptic, but the urgency was clear. He had found something about Selena's mother. I couldn't help the feeling of dread that settled in my stomach. What if she had been part of this mess all along? What if Selena's conception was more than just a one-time fling? The questions swirled in my head as I dressed and headed downstairs to the office. Antonio was already waiting for me, his face a mask of tension. He handed me a file without a word. I opened it and scanned the contents, my heart racing with each piece of information. Her mother'

I left Selena in the care of Dante, one of my most trusted men. He had strict instructions not to let her out of his sight and to report back to me immediately if she needed anything. With a heavy heart, I made my way to the garage, my mind racing with the possibilities of who could have been involved in Arianna's murder. The thought of Selena's mother suffering such a fate at the hands of someone I knew made me see red. There was also the issue of Gabriel Tucci's murder. It had been a supposed drive-by shooting, but now with the knowledge of his affair with Selena's mother, could the two incidents be related. Gabriel was up and coming in the ranks of the family. My father had been grooming him to take over for my uncle. Salvatore was greedy for the position of Don, but since I was the only son, the position was to be mine as my birthright. I got into the car and dialed Antonio. "What have you found?" "I'm still digging, but I've got a few leads," he said, his voice grim. "The n

We sat at the dinner table, Selena's creation before us. I took a bite, savoring the taste of my mother's recipe, made with Selena's love. The lasagna was perfect, the layers of noodles, sauce, and cheese melding together. It was as if my mother had returned to bless us from heaven. "This is amazing," I said, looking at Selena. She glowed under my praise, her eyes shining with happiness. It was moments like these that made me forget about the bloodshed and betrayal that often accompanied the mafia lifestyle. Selena took a bite, watching my reaction closely. "Thank you," she murmured, a shy smile playing on her lips. "It's like having a piece of home," I said, feeling the weight of the past and the warmth of our future intertwine. We ate in companionable silence, the comfort of our shared meal acting as a balm for our troubled souls. As we finished dinner, Selena looked up at me, her eyes shining with hope. "Could we maybe start trying for a baby soon?" she asked softly. I

Joseph should have never taken over as Don. I worked too hard to get rid of his father and I should be at the head of the table. Now he has a wife and I am sure he will have an heir before they reach their one year anniversary. I need to get my hands on George before he tells Matteo everything he knows. I knew George had a soft spot for his daughter, Selena, and that was my leverage. I had to find a way to use it against him. If he knew the truth about Arianna's death, it would surely push him over the edge. But if I played my cards right, I could use Selena as a pawn in my game against Joseph. I had to find a way to get him to turn against her. The thought of Selena carrying Joseph's child only fueled my anger. She was meant to be a tool for power, not a breeding mare for the next generation of the Rossi family. I couldn't let that happen. I had to find a way to twist the knife deeper into Joseph's back. As I sat in my personal study, the walls lined with books that had seen more

The next day, I called for a meeting of all the Family members. The room was tense as they awaited my announcement, whispers of uncertainty and speculation swirling around the room like a storm before it breaks. I stood before them, Selena at my side, her hand in mine. "Brothers," I announced, my voice echoing through the grand hall, "we are expecting a new addition to our Family." The murmurs grew louder and then silence fell as they processed the news. Selena's eyes met mine, a silent plea for strength. "Now, more than ever, we must stand together," I continued, my voice strong and unwavering. "Selena's safety, and that of our unborn child, is of the utmost importance. We will increase security measures at the mansion and all of our businesses. Any signs of Torres's men, any threats, must be reported immediately." The room was a tableau of stoic faces, each man nodding solemnly in agreement. They knew the gravity of the situation. The Columbian Cartel was not an enemy to be