Todos los capítulos de The Mafia’s Pregnant Bride: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

AUTHOR'S POVThe grandfather clock stood tall on one wall of the men’s club, dinging faintly as midnight came.Axel sat at one end of the round table shuffling cards for their next round, while Dexter sat at the other, staring at nothing in particular, long lost in thought.All Dexter seemed to think about was how time wasn’t on his side anymore. He was lagging so far behind, that it made his insides churn.And it was all his grandpa’s fault.Or maybe, it was also his fault for underestimating the old man.When his grandpa, Alistair, had brought up the idea of giving his prized estate away to one of his boys, Dexter didn’t think he’d heard straight. He couldn’t believe his ears. That wasn’t how he’d planned on acquiring the vast estate someday. He had hoped to talk Grandpa into doing it someday, likely before he passed on.Being the cunny, old man his grandpa was, Dexter was so sure that he would have been made to take a series of tests to make sure he was prepared to own, manage, and

SONIA’S POVBy noon, I gather my things and sign out of the office, ready to be back home and in the familiar comfort of my bedroom. Leaving the office floor, all I try to do is to be in my best mood.I want to push all Dexter said to the back of my mind, because if I’m being honest, it’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting into when I accepted this deal with Anthony.After he’d announced the date of our own wedding like he’d just casually announced the date of a trip or something, I knew that he wouldn’t make things easier for me information-wise.So, just like every other day, I paste one of those smiles on my face. It’s my way of convincing myself that all is well, and I’m not bothered.After I’ve made my way to the first floor, and I’m almost through the glass doors of the building, a brief image of something black and familiar catches my eye.I come to a halt and take one step back, whipping my head to the left as my gaze lands on the person seated in the waiting room on th

ANTHONY 'S POVIt’s quarter past midnight by the time I drive out of the garage, heading to the one place I’m certain to find Dexter at this time of the night, since the man has some sort of allergy to his house.As soon as I’d heard that soft, pretty snoring of Sonia’s, I had left the bed as quietly as I could, dressed back in my slacks and white shirt, and left the house, but not before clearing the dining table of our dinner plates.I’d taken into consideration what Sonia said about grandpa wanting me to take it easy on my cousin, which is why I’ve decided to talk to him.That option hasn’t always been my go-to, but it does have its uses.Either way, I’ve brought my pistol with me for extra measure. You never can tell what’s going to happen, and maybe, just maybe, I might be lucky to see that my cousin will be spoiling for a tiny bit of violence. If he does, I’ll be more grateful to engage.The lights in the building where Grandpa’s men’s club is situated are still on, which isn’t