Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant After A One Night Stand With The Mafia: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Armani’s POVThe silence that reverberated around the room irked me to the core, and it took everything within me not to smash something against the intruder’s head. My men knew how much I hated silence when I asked a question, and this stranger was just getting on my nerves. “Did you lose your tongue on the way here?” I bellowed, glaring daggers at him. I enjoyed watching him cower in fright, his head almost touching the ground. Usually, I would ask him to be thrown into the torture room until he was in enough pain to force him to talk. But with everything that had happened today, I surprisingly still had adrenaline pumping through me, mixed with a little boredom.This fucker here could entertain me today, especially since Leo rudely interrupted my sweet time with Lila. Sitting on the white couch, I snapped a finger to the housekeeper hanging around, and a glass of iced scotch was in my hand in a minute. I put the glass against my lips, taking my precious time to down its content.

Armani’s POVIf Leo wasn’t my friend, his head would have been hanging on a stake right at this minute. No one dared to walk into the torture room, especially after I gave strict others to be left alone with my wife. When it came to torturing Lila, I basked in the feeling – one that her father handed to me on a platter.“Your business is in the rest of the mansion, apart from here, Leo,” I sternly muttered, half-expecting him to take the cue and get the fuck out of the basement. Instead, he came closer with a muscle jutting in his chin, like he was displeased at what I was doing.Leo had always been the one with the most human feelings, but that didn’t mean he was nice. While I tended to react on the spot, Leo brooded over it each time someone crossed him. He preferred to map out his plans slowly, punishing the offender when he least expected.We were polar opposites, yet we worked so well together.“Your business doubles as mine, brother,” he said, chuckling. Giving Lila a once over,

Lila’s POVI was huddled up by the head of the bed, with Leo standing by the door when suddenly, he froze. From what I had observed from my obnoxious and mean husband, Armani, he was afraid of no one. So, what could his friend, Leo, be fearful of?My scared eyes watched him as a hawk as he retrieved his hand from the silver door handle, still staring at the door like it had an answer embedded in it.The next thing that happened went by so fast that it was hard to take note of it. One minute, Leo was standing by the door, his handsome features backing me, and the next, he dashed into the closet, closing the door quietly against himself.I could see what he was running away from when the door was pushed open, and Armani stepped in, looking as menacing as ever. He had worn a jacket over the dark outfit he had on a few hours ago when he was torturing me in the basement.Intense fear overpowered me again as he strolled further into the room, his eyes on the window at the far end and on the

Armani walked into the dining room buttoning up his cuffs. He was neatly dressed in a partially oversized black suit. His silky hair wore a shinny look as the brightness from the morning sun shone on it.At the center of the dinning room lay a vase of artificial flowersArmani walked over to his seat and sat down, taking a napkin and spraying it on his thighs. He was ready for breakfast because he felt extremely famished. He couldn’t recall doing any strenuous activity last night. He just felt worked up and he couldn’t tell why. All could remember was heading to the bar, having many shots of vodka and that’s all, he couldn’t recall what happened afterwards. Then why the sudden hunger pangs. The aroma of steaming toasted bread hit his nose making him salivate.Ma’am Jenny entered the dining room carrying a tray of steaming toasted bread, omelette and a cup of hot coffee. She gently placed each dish on the table and headed back to the kitchen.Armani immediately began to devour his food

Armani sat down on a chair behind a desk in the hideout as Stephan poured out to the table a stark of dilapidated papers and a brown wallet on his table. Stephan opened the wallet bringing out three passports. A picture of an elderly woman in her late eighties. The skin around her eyes were all wrinkled up. Her eyes were almost squinted close as if the flashes from the camera affected her eyes. She looked like she was tired of living . Her gray hair was enough evidence to prove that she was aged and lived a life of abject poverty..“This appears to be his grandmother”. Stephan said after examining the picture for a while. This woman definitely had to be his grandmother.Stephan placed the second picture on the table, a slender woman in her mid sixties came into view. Her scorched honey skin and boney face added in making her pretty. The smile she wore as the picture was taken didn’t reach her heart. Her fake smile betrayed it all. She appeared to be sad and lost in thoughts as the pic