All Chapters of Unaccidental Mafia Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EGANHe happily strolled into his office at the company, and pulled Sam into a bear hug. “Hey, don’t squeeze the life out of me.” Sam protested. “How did your mood go from about-to-commmit-murder to happiness?”He released Sam, and grinned at him.“And how is your wife? Why are you not home?”Egan could not stop smiling.“Stop grinning like that. It’s becoming scary, are you about to have a seizure?” Sam stepped back, pretending to be scared.“You’re crazy.” Egan finally laughed, shaking his head.He pulled out a copy of the ultrasound image he had carried with him everywhere since he got back from the hospital.“Guess the news I got after such a sh*tty day.” He said, heading to the seating area in his office. Sam followed him.“I am not good at guesses, except there is a reward,” Sam said, and sat on the opposite couch.“Don’t be a spoilsport. Try.” Egan grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under the table, and slammed it on the surface.“You are really excited,” Sam said, squinting at

EGANHe jumped out of the black van, hoping they had come before Renzo's group. Men hurried out of the cars behind, and began to creep up the open field.“Keep your eyes open.” Egan yelled, even as he saw one of the men fall to the ground, blood spraying from his chest.He and Sam jerked their heads up to look left. “There’s a sniper somewhere.” Sam said, just as Egan yanked him to the left, seeing the red dot on his head.The bullet sunk into the tree behind them, and bark and dust sprayed out from the dry wood. “Get down.” Egan yelled behind him. As the men fell flat on their bellies, another man, a second too slow, fell sideways to the floor, dead.“We need to get out of this open space quickly, or we’ll all die.” Sam yelled over the gun fire, and ducked his head again. This time the bullet missed him by mere nanoseconds.Egan began sweating, thinking of Prim back home. If only he could just get his hands on that bastard sniper. “Can’t Eli hear all this, or he is too busy jerk

PRIMROSEShe had never been so fussed over the way she had in the last few days. Grandma made all her meals herself, traditional meals she said were good for pregnancy, and Sol insisted she kept her feet up and did nothing.She did not see much of Egan, but he sent texts that he was fine and just busy with work. She wondered which of the work it was.She had a feeling that something was terribly wrong, but she did not want to dwell on it. Stress was not good for pregnancy. Egan being away at least gave her an opportunity to spend time with her siblings and Sol.“Are you OK?” Sol said as they watched a movie in the lounge.“I am. I would not even remember this pregnancy if I was not being so fussed over.” She said.“No need to feel special,” Sol sneered. “It is for my godchild, not you.”“What is the baby’s name?” Jet asked, and he and Lin turned to her. She tried not to roll her eyes. They had asked her that earlier in the morning, and yesterday and the day before, and she had giv

“It is a good thing Egan did not come.” Sol said as they walked round the mall. “He would have thrown a fit at all the junk you have eaten today.”Prim shrugged as she spooned a good quantity of vanilla ice cream in her mouth. “I need to get all my treats before I return to greens and broth at home.”Sol laughed and touched her flat stomach. “I cannot wait to see the bump.”Prim smiled. Although she knew she would be even more miserable than she was now, she could not wait either. They bought some baby items, and a lot of personal ones, stopping every few hours so Prim could eat some other junk that caught her eye.It felt so good to walk around on her own, watch people talk, and walk, and chatter. And not having to hear How are you doing, or You should rest, every single minute.“It’s crazy just how much you miss the simple life when you find yourself rich.” She said to Sol, as she relished every bite of the stuffed burrito that had replaced the ice cream. “You sound like those ri

“Visit again.” Mrs Martinez hugged Prim close, at the door. “I will make some Tamales for you.” Egan looked away, still holding Primrose’s hand firmly. Another Latina to contend with for Primrose. He tried not to smirk as he saw her and her cousin’s eyes widen at the thought of the Tamales meal.“I have not had that since Aunt Mia died,” Sol said.Primrose looked teary-eyed as she hugged Mrs Martinez again. “Thank you.” Egan glanced at them and looked away again, shuffling his feet. What was so special about Tamales anyway? He could order her all the Tamales in the country. Heck, he could hire a Spanish chef tomorrow.He did not like that she would have many reasons to keep coming here. The whole family, beside the detective, of course, seemed warm to her. He turned now to see the old detective looking at him. The man walked forward and stood beside him.“Seems like a pretty decent girl. How did her parents let her marry the likes of you?” The man said in a low whisper.Egan gr