All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SONIA’S POV“Omg! Please pinch me. I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Sam keeps on squealing quietly beside me, our fingers tightly wound together as a waitress directs us to our table for the night. “Here,” Our sandy blond-haired waitress – whose hair seriously reminds me of a certain confusing someone I’d hoped not to think about tonight – stops at our table with a professional smile on her face. “May I take your coats?”“Please,” Sam and I take ours off, handing it over as she excuses herself, promising to be back in a minute with our drink menu.“So, Bernley’s,” Sam literally purrs from her seat opposite me as she looks around us, sampling the name of the lounge in her mouth.Frankly, I can’t blame her for it. Bernley’s is one of three of New Jersey’s most sought-after 5-star restaurants, except that this one, in contrast to the other two, is a really insane bar lounge. With the exception of childbirth, I’d say booking a reservation at Bernley’s lounge has to be one of the ha

ANTHONY’S POVFlashback to twelve years ago – 20 years old.The man sitting opposite me adjusts on his chair for the third time since he got here ten minutes ago. And just like I did the last two times, I ignore him again.But when he does it a fourth time, I look over at him in irritation. “Something bothering you?”He shakes his head vigorously, torn between looking behind me and at my face. “No, Mr. Romano.”“Then fucking sit still.” I continue going over the contract my lawyer drafted up for me. It’s for my first move into the corporate world of real estate, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fucking excited for this one. I only wish my lawyer, Victor, had shown me that respect by coming up to my father’s house himself and not sending this sleaze bag seated opposite me in his place. “Have Victor go over clause 3C again. I don’t like the terms stated there. Of course, I will email him the alternative.” I say to Victor’s guy as I flip over to the next page. I look up at him whe

ANTHONY’S POVMy jaws have clenched so much, I fear I’m at risk of losing my molars for good. The fucker’s right, and when I don’t give him a reply again, he knows that the answer to his question is a yes. “Not every woman you meet will be a Jey, man. Has Sonia ever given you a reason to think that?”“No,” I’m quick to reply, though with a grumble. I hate that he’s right.“Good,” He nods. “Then go into it, not with high expectations considering the foundation of this whole thing, but with hopes that something good can come out of it. Of course, you would need to put in effort. Or don’t go into it with any hope; you could just go with the flow. See what happens.”I rub my right ungloved palm against my face in frustration. “How do I even begin? She’s barely even looked at me this past week.”None of what he’s said is going to be easy. I doubt I can even pull any of it off without causing more damage. That’s what happens when you’ve had so many years to convince yourself to stay clear

ANTHONY’S POVShe looks behind her at where my hand palms her ass, and I clear my throat, loosening my hold. That wasn’t intentional. It happened in my bid to get her off of me. All to no avail, of course. “There,” She breathes out, suddenly rebalancing herself on top of me so much that the movement surprises me. I let out a sharp inhale. The grin on her face tells me she caught onto it. “Now, where were we?”“Sonia, what the fuck are you doing?” I grit out through a rough exhale. “Isn’t it obvious?” She asks with a frown. “I’m helping you get rid of your repulsiveness towards me.”“For the thousandth time, I am not repulsed by you.” “No?” She cocks her head to the side. “Then why were you trying to get me off of you?”“It was unexpected.” I bite out, pressing my hands beside me deeper into the couch so I refrain from touching this woman whose current goal seems to be finding ways to kill me.Sonia rolls her eyes. “Sure. Six days ago, you humiliated me in your office. You say you

SONIA’S POVWe spend all of about ten minutes in Tara’s office, reviewing our file and receiving feedback before we’re done for the day. Sam has driven off in her car to pick her brother from the airport, and I’m two minutes away from home. Part of me is very much excited to see Anthony after where we left things yesterday. I won’t lie, after I had left him downstairs, a fraction of me was sure he was going to come up after me to finish what I had started.But when I’d heard his footsteps heading upstairs and then to the opposite side of the hall instead of mine, I surprisingly wasn’t all that disappointed. I know it’s only going to be a matter of time until he comes unto me, and until then, I’ll be waiting. “We’re home, ma’am,” Josh says quietly as we drive into the garage. But it’s not his voice that draws my attention. It’s the alertness in his tone. And when I look up to see what the problem is, my eyes widen in surprise.The Italian patriarch, otherwise known as Alistair Rom