All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANTHONY’S POV Stepping into the casino downtown, I’m quick to cover my nose using the collar of my coat. This place reeks of alcohol, sex, and mold. It’s disgusting.It’s barely even afternoon yet, and there are already a bunch of activities going on everywhere. Like the group of men at the far end receiving blowjobs by fucking 12:15 p.m. The earlier I start what brought me here, the earlier I get to leave. Taylor and I are dressed in our usual way, but because of the side of town we’re in, we look unusual in our expensive clothes compared to everyone around us. And that makes more eyes linger on us for more seconds than necessary.Unfortunately for them, I’m not just some rich kid who’s lost his way, no. I’ve got non-corporate world shit to attend to today that needs serious fixing. I try to make myself scarce for situations like this, but I’ve figured that every once in a while, it’s pertinent to remind these folks of who runs the show here.My father, still holding the position

ANTHONY’S POV Other than the rapid tapping of my fingers against the dashboard, the silence in the car isn’t as deafening as back at the penthouse, but it exists here nonetheless. We’re parked in front of the building that houses NextDay Publications, and even though it’s already dark outside, the lights still turned on are an indicator that work hours haven’t closed for the day.But it’s not the building I’m focused on. I’d already looked at that moments ago. Cody had messaged me saying Sonia hadn’t gone that far with her friends, and that they had only gone to a restaurant just beside the office building. So now, despite the distance from where I’m parked, I’m left staring at her from inside the restaurant as she laughs at something some brunette says. I was going to call her out so we could be on our way, but watching her laugh… she looks so happy and carefree. It seems like she also trusts too much, and at such little timing too. I am going to have to run a background check on

SONIA’S POVThe very next day, I’m closed from work earlier than I usually should because I have to be home in time to leave for lunch with Anthony at Grandpa Alistair’s. As I exit the building, I’m grateful that I didn’t need to explain last night’s event to anyone, especially Sam, because she didn’t even show up to work today. I figure that I don’t need to worry about James since I’m sure he realizes that it’s none of his business, and he can’t exactly ask me about Anthony just out of the blue. I fetch out my phone from my purse to give Sam a call as I head for the bus terminal. But just as Sam’s number begins to connect, I spot about six very out-of-place-looking men acting like they suddenly need to leave, and I immediately know who they are. Even with their disguise, there’s no fooling around that they are Anthony’s men sent to keep an eye on me. I’m only just noticing them for the first time since I got here, which just leaves me to wonder exactly how long they have to sit ou

SONIA’S POV'I have to go pee.'That’s the first thought that crosses my mind after listening to this woman speak about everything that’s been going on in her life lately. She’s been going on about it for a good hour, and my face hurts from fake smiling all this time. Don’t get me wrong, it started as a genuine one, but now I’m just tired.I’ve just had a second serving of this wonderful treat, so I politely excuse myself before I manage to pull out my ears from exhaustion. I mean, how do people air out their dirty laundry to strangers they only just met within minutes?I shake my head and walk down the hall in search of the restroom. Of course, I didn’t actually need to pee at that given time, but using the restroom as an excuse was my only chance, and I took it before it could slip away. I get distracted a few times when I see pictures of a young Anthony in the hallway. There are a few of them containing just him, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. His smile looks beautiful and

ANTHONY’S POVIf I hadn’t been so fucking distracted with everything that’s happened within these few days, I would have found out that the clients I was traveling to meet had emailed me before I got on the plane that they would be in New Jersey instead. I’ve now flown more than halfway across the continent before thinking to check my email. We make an emergency landing and wait for almost an hour to refuel before we’re back up in the air. Once we are back in New Jersey, the rest of the day breezes by as I get some things done. One of which includes meeting my father to discuss plans for renovating some of the family casino spots that need an urgent makeover. Then I attend two very boring but important board meetings that I originally wasn’t supposed to show up for, where it not for the change of plans. My phone goes off during the second board meeting, and I pick it up to see it’s an incoming text.SONIA DEXTER: Taylor, seriously though. I need to have Anthony’s number. The cor