All Chapters of Unaccidental Mafia Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

On her third night at the Martinez’s, Mr Martinez called her out of the house. She stood with him outside, fearing whatever he had to tell her. She only hoped he was not turning her out.Sam visited once every day when he was sure he was not being followed, and Egan had not made any attempt to contact her. She did not understand what was going on, or how exactly to get out of this mess.“How are you feeling?” The old man asked, looking at her, and her hand subconsciously went to her belly. She stared out into the quiet night. “I am fine.” “I had a work partner.” He turned to her. “Around your age, but she was stubborn about taking the Alexakis down no matter the cost.”Prim looked at him, not sure how she was supposed to respond to this. “Her sister was kidnapped and trafficked about eight years ago. Her mother tried to find her but went missing too. The cops would not help, so my partner became a cop to solve the case herself. All cues led to your family. She went to your mansio

“Where are we headed?” Prim asked, as she took off her seatbelt in the private jet. Luck was truly on their side today. The cops had arrived only a few minutes after their jet was airborne.“Santorini.” Egan responded. Her jaw fell. She had never visited her father’s country before, or her mother’s even. They could never afford the cost of such travels.Egan placed his hand on her belly. “How are you feeling?”“Fine,” she said, although she felt mild cramps she suspected were caused by the stress. But she did not want to alarm him. He needed his wits about him now.“You missed his first flutter.” She smiled sadly. Egan’s eyes widened. “When?”“The exact moment Eli confronted me,” She said. Egan frowned and withdrew his hand from her belly.“I did not kill your father, Egan.”“I know. Sam told me everything.”“Then what is it? I did not lie to you. I had no idea the man was your father this whole time because you all seemed to erase every trace of him.”“Primrose,” he said in dis

“You said your Mafia family does not hurt women and children.” Prim said, looking at Egan through the mirror as he brushed her hair.“Yes. But most of my brothers don’t care,” Egan responded, looking at her warily, like he was worried about where she was taking the conversation.“Oh.” She went quiet. That made more sense. She peeked up, and he was watching her. “I want to cut my hair.”“What?” He asked, his eyes widening.“No. Just a big full bob.”“Primrose. I could mess that up.” He stepped back with the brush in hand. “I will guide you, and we have professor YouTube.” She reached behind, and pulled him close to her again.She pushed a pair of scissors in his hand. “Why do you suddenly want this? Is something wrong?”“No. My hair will be waist-length again before our baby is here.” She said, “If that is what you are worried about.”“Not at all,” he stopped. “It’s only that women usually cut their hair when they are mourning a loss.”“Mr Alexakis.” She teased.“For real, after a

EGANHe walked to the sink and washed his hands, whistling happily. Somehow, Primrose managed to make being on the run fun too. Like she said, it felt like a long vacation.He drew closer to the mirror, and inspected his silver beard. She really knew what she was talking about when she said she could do it. And his hair too. She had styled it so well.He stepped back, admiring this new man who stared back at him in the mirror. He doubted even Sam would recognize him if he saw him now.He winced. He was tempted to call the man, but that would be foolish.He walked out of the restroom, eager to take his wife back home. Although this place was exclusive and well-sanitized, it was still risky to be out in her condition during this rotten pandemic.They would continue their fun at home. Their plans had been pushed back enough, as it was anyway. He was impatient to get in bed with her.He froze when he saw the man beside her. He chuckled in disbelief, then squinted. His shoulders relax

EGANPrimrose was staring at him from across the kitchen island, where he worked shredding cheese. She raised her eyebrows inquiringly.“So your special lasagna is not enough apology?” he asked.She shook her head, and urged him with an upturned palm to go on.“I should have listened to you,” he said in defeat.She closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. The muscles on her chin were tight, like she just had an actual orgasm from those words. Then she opened her eyes.“And what we talked about yesterday?” She spoke out finally. His hands on the shredder stopped.“I will not use my wife as bait,” he said strongly. She groaned, and tapped the table, shaking her head.“But I will let you come with me. Act as some type of distraction while I go in,” he said, Her tapping hands stopped, and she turned to him.“Really?” She asked loudly, and he winced. Was she angry? Could the woman never really be pleased? He thought this was a nice compromise.She suddenly squealed, and ran around the isl