All Chapters of The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SONIA’S POVToday is Operation Bring-Hailey-Over-to-the-Penthouse Day. But first, before Anthony goes to pick her up from Taylor’s apartment, we’re both going to see how Taylor is doing at the hospital. Anthony gave the doctor who had been in charge of Taylor’s surgery a call this morning after we were done messing around, and we were assured that everything was still very much stable and that all we were to hope for was for Taylor to wake up. And since it hasn’t been up to 24 hours into the surgery yet, it’s no use panicking. At least, not yet. On the elevator ride down to the garage, my eyes scrutinizes over Anthony’s outfit. “I thought you said you aren’t going into the office today,” I say, the moment he finishes with his call.He shakes his head. “I’m not. And that wasn’t a work call.”“You going someplace important then?”A frown line appears on his forehead as he shakes his head again, probably wondering about my early morning inquisition. “Apart from the hospital and Tayl

SONIA’S POVHow in God’s name did they manage to clear out the garage and replace Anthony’s twelve dark colored cars with six brightly colored ones? Well, they aren’t all brightly colored, but you get the gist.“We’ve only been gone an hour.” I can’t believe this. I can hear Anthony’s muffled laughter behind me before I see him standing at my side from my periphery. “Why do you keep laughing? I just said we’ve been robbed.”“That’s because you look cute when you’re all worried like that.” He chuckles. “I get that you’re like super rich or whatever, but how can you not be bothered?” Then it hits me, and my jaw drops to the ground in front of me. “Oh my God, my car is gone too! Anthony, I think I might die.”“No one’s dying, okay? Here,” He blocks my vision to where I’m a hundred percent sure Josh had parked my car just two days ago. “Your car is safe.”“You’re not blind now, are you?”“The screen, Sonia.” It’s not until he says it that my eyes focus on the screen on his phone in fron

SONIA’S POVSam’s presence here comes as a surprise to me. During the few times she drove me back home before Anthony got me a car, her trips here only ever ended down at the garage, and then she would do a reverse and be out on her way again, refusing to come up with me no matter how much I tried to change her mind.I always thought she didn’t trust me enough to take our friendship to that stage. Which I honestly found weird at times, since I wasn’t a man interested in pursuing something romantic with her. I thought it was either that or she didn’t want to intrude on my privacy, or she didn’t want me to see her as a bother, even though I’d always been the one inviting her in. Insisting on having her. But looking at her now, her eyes being hidden behind those big, familiar, shaded frames of hers – the same ones she’d sometimes worn during office hours, I’m now beginning to piece a whole lot of things together.Sam hasn’t been avoiding my place all these months since we’d met because

SONIA’S POVTurns out that when you’ve got both good company and things that keep you preoccupied, the days tend to go by much more quickly, making you forget that your husband still hasn’t said more than three sentences that weren’t “How’s Hailey?” “Anything she wants is at her disposal. Let your friend know that, okay?” And “See you when I get back.”Either way, I’m great, thank you for asking.It’s been three days since the chain of events that brought Sam to my doorstep. Sam, on the other hand, has been healing quite nicely. Her back doesn’t hurt anymore, her ribs are still a bit sore, but thankfully, the doctor did assure us that nothing had been broken, so she’ll live. Her face is also beginning to look like it used to. Except for the little scar on her lips and the stitching on her neck, every other thing seems to be good.Unfortunately, Sam leaves today.She’d insisted that she was fine to go back to her place now, but when I’d told Anthony, on the occasion he hadn’t been a d

SONIA’S POVLucia did say to give her brother some time. But I figure three days is more than enough, and now’s the time to make my move. Josh drives me to my favorite café to get some treats, because who goes to visit someone else empty-handed? Twenty minutes later, I walk out of the building holding a cup of Matcha tea and a box of donuts for him. Everybody loves donuts, so why not?Having been to his workplace that one time with Taylor, plus with Josh’s help—seeing as he’d been Anthony’s driver and would therefore know his way around, we arrive at the building in swift time.The journey to his office is even swifter, seeing as his secretary Janet doesn’t intend pissing off her boss like the last time she’d tried holding me back. I didn’t blame her, though, and I still don’t. She had only been doing her job. Lord knows I also wouldn’t have let some random, red-headed, spectacularly good looking (If I do say so myself) chick, who hadn’t even booked an appointment, come strutting in,