บททั้งหมดของ The Forbidden Princess and her Mafia Men: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

When forced to watch my wife leave the scene before us along with Lucus and an escort service that I knew we had to act. Tony, Grant and I soon heading for that of the warehouse that we magically kept next door to that of the airfield. A small smirk rising as I do.Wife. My wife. That had a lovely ring to it if I did say so myself. But upon returning home from our 6 hour flight something just seemed off with her. Isabella more exhausted then normal. Concern rising as I move to voice my opinion.“Hey. Do you guys think we should call a doctor? You know, for Isabella? She’s been kinda spacey lately, along with moody. Plus she’s been overly tired a lot more too” I voice, the three of us soon entering the building all thanks to Tony’s key.“I do agree with you there. Because now that you mention it, she has. So it couldn’t hurt. Especially with the whole Antonio and his brothers thing. It’s kind of been rough for her along with each of us” admits Grant, a sad smile soon gracing his face a

“Go! Go! Move it! Now” I bark. Me and my men now heading back towards the main hallway. Smoke and debris everywhere including several dead bodies. My men all hiding within the safety of shadow. Guns drawn.Tony and Grant nowhere to be seen even as Devan, our top commander comes running over to me. A large gash placed upon his forehead along with one along his shoulder.“Report! Where’s Tony and Grant?”“Boss. Boss T and Boss G both took men over to the castle. We haven’t heard from either of them yet. But as far as numbers go, we currently have 12 confirmed dead, 2 critically wounded and 34 black widows all crushed. 1 weasel was attempting to flee as well. He was caught though and currently in the pit” explains Devan.“Good work. Let’s work on cleaning this mess up. I want final numbers within an hour” I order. Devan nodding his head as I move to head back towards my office. Quick to pull out my phone only to frown when I see nothing. No texts. No calls. Odd. Hitting my comm I move to

Alex… where are you? cries Isabella’s mind. Her eyes silently scanning over the vast sea of guards. Slight movement soon catching her attention as she looks out near the tree line.Several men begin making themselves known to her. All of them clad in black from head to toe as they quickly move to hide among the trees. Guards who belonged to Antonio or his brothers soon dropping like flies.Isabella quick to avert her gaze even as Antonio and his brothers continued giving grand speeches about victory and how they finally conquered Lucus and his brothers. Her eyes now catching subtle movement within the windows of all the parked cars.Their men. Alex’s men now standing on rooftop. Isabella mentally counting 15 scopes if not more now hiding among them. Antonio’s men all surrounded. Isabella now more at ease at knowing that Alex was close.Idiots… Don’t they know anything? Scoffs Isabella’s mind. Isabella quick at remembering all of her training. In fact, it was basic security 101. Don’t

Six weeks later…After 6 weeks of cleaning up Antonio’s mess along with strict rules to rest and take it easy for a while was Lucus and his brothers finally able to do their job. Lucus and Grant both currently within the Office as they both try to catch up on mounds and mounds of paperwork. Tony over on the couch alongside Alex as he works on designing new weapons while Alex worked on cleaning his knives.A typical routine and one they often found themselves doing since there release from the doctors. Lucus and his brothers busy handling all of Antonio’s, Angelo’s, Vincent’s and Lucia’s personal assets including but not limited to their strip clubs, casino’s and any cash they might have hidden. The money being equally divided between the D’Amico family, the Moretti family and the Pardou family.A knocking soon catching each of their attention in which Grant moves to call out. “Enter”A maid. A maid no taller than 5’2 soon entering the room, her head low. Too scared to address them dir

Deep, deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Just like that. Oh hell, fuck all that shit.“FUCK!”Gritting my teeth I move to cup my already enormous belly. Another wave of contractions soon hitting me like that of a freight train. My name soon being called by that of my husband. Tony.“Isabella? Baby? Is everything alright in there?”Attempting to focus upon my breathing. The same one’s I’ve used over and over with all my past pregnancies that I try to ignore my husband. Not wanting to kill him for interrupting my mantra. Tony’s knocking soon drawing my attention.“Princess?”Now moving to poke his head inside the room, does Tony manage to catch me. My body now within a sitting position as I move to brace myself for another oncoming contraction.“Another wave of contractions?” asks Tony. My eyes moving to glare daggers at him. The fucker. It’s because of them that I’m totally in this mess to begin with. Granted I could have said no but we all know how that worked with 4 domina