All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

SONIA’S POVBACK TO THE PRESENT TIMEI must say, Anthony’s grandpa must have definitely been quite the catch in his youthful days. Decades later, and there’s no denying the fact that he’s still got it. Charm? Top notch.Height? Swoon worthy for an 80 year old man.Looks? I see why Anthony looks like he was carved out of some Greek world. The Romano genetics are insane.If you think I’m lying, wait till you see the trail of gawking women Grandpa Alistair’s been leaving in his wake. One even asked if we were a couple. While she must have meant well, the other woman beside her looked at me like I was some gold digger. And it didn’t help that I had nodded vigorously to their question, winding our arms together as we took a walk in the park. If what’s going on with me and Anthony was real, I would say that he’s got some serious competition headed his way… but none of it is real.“What are you thinking about, my dear?” Grandpa adjusts our arms so that mine are on his biceps. “Oh, I’m jus

ANTHONY’S POVIt’s not until 3 a.m. that I walk into the familiar comfort of my home, my system filled with more alcohol than I’ve consumed in a while. I’m not drunk, though, considering I was the one who drove myself back home – at least not drunk enough. But isn’t that what every drunk or high person always says?Now would be a good time to laugh at my self-made joke, but I’m still too bereft to feel anything other than the pounding ache behind my eyes. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and by unexpected, I mean bad. A very bad turn. After Dexter had lost it, triggering his gun that was aimed at my heart, my life flashed right before my eyes. In that moment, my head hadn’t been in the ongoing deal that would become null and void when I died, nor was it in the fact that I’d be leaving my multi-billion dollar company in the hands of another, carrying on my legacy, since Taylor didn’t know the first thing about how to run a company. My friend thrived better in the underworld sy

SONIA’S POV“You are one hell of a woman,” He mutters. “Me?” I scoff. “You’re the one who keeps making things difficult, Anthony. I’m trying to show you that I care here, but you keep pushing me away. Jesus!”He gets up on his feet to turn on the heater, but he doesn’t come back, creating enough space in between us as his hands remain in his pants pocket and he stares at me from the distance. I almost laugh. As if that can keep me away. “You’re probably going to go into a state of shock any time from now. That’s why you think you’re cold.” I take two steps further, and when he doesn’t move away, I take more gentle steps towards him. “I said it’s not my blood, Sonia.”“Okay, then let me see!” gahhh!I feel so insanely frustrated that I so badly want to tell him to go fuck himself and then be out of his office and back on my bed, but I bite down on my bottom lip to physically stop from blurting it out.His eyes immediately drop down to where my teeth are digging firmly into my flesh