Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 178

Dante's POV"Absolutely not." I shot forward. My palms hit the desk hard enough to rattle the pens. "I'm not going to pressure you to have a baby right this second. But I'm not going to stop it from happening either. If a baby comes, a baby comes. And I definitely want to have a baby.""I never thought..." She swallowed hard. "I never thought you'd want another baby.""What gave you that impression?" The words came out sharper than I meant them, harsher. "Why would you think I didn't want another child?""Because you're the mafia king." Her voice rose to match mine. "You barely have time for the one you already have. What makes you think you can bring another child into this world of madness? Into a family with parents who don't even love each other."Her words hurt. My chest ached like someone had reached in and squeezed. First she called me out for not being there for my daughter. That cut deep because it was true. And as though that was not enough, she admitted that she did not lov

Dante POV I found my daughter in the upstairs living room. She was sprawled across the sectional sofa, her face buried in a thick hardcover, legs kicked up over the armrest. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face. "Hey, principessa." She looked up, tucking a strand behind her ear. "Hi, Dad." I walked over and tapped her shin. "Scoot over." She rolled her eyes but pulled her legs down, making room. I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the l

Dante's POVElio's eyes shifted to the rearview mirror. "I see them."Paolo already had his hand moving toward his side. In the second car behind us, I knew Bruno would have clocked them by now."Any idea who they are?""No." Elio's hand moved to his waistband. "This route was supposed to be clear."The SUVs were not hanging back anymore. They were closing in fast, weaving through cars."They've been on us for a while. Lose them. Step on it.""Right away, Don."Elio hit the gas and the Mercedes surged forward. We shot past a convertible, then a tourist bus. Elio cut left, then right, but the two SUVs matched every move. They took every turn we did, never falling back. They were not trying to hide it anymore.My mind ran through the list of enemies who could have tracked us here. Monaco was supposed to be quiet. Anyone coming after me here would have to be desperate or too stupid to care about the consequences.I reached across the seat, my hand finding Gianna's arm. She turned from th

Gianna's POVWe stepped into the house and I understood immediately why Dante had warned me. Everything was gold. The fixtures, the damn doorframes, even the frames on the wall all had a gold undertone. This was what happened when someone watched too many movies about kings and decided to make it their entire personality.Guards stood at every corner holding rifles like they were guarding a president.Cesare spread his arms wide. "Welcome to my kingdom."Dante muttered something under his breath that sounded like a curse.Cesare turned to me then, his entire face lighting up like I was the most fascinating thing he had seen all week. "And you, bella, what do you think? Impressive, no?"He swept his hand around like he was presenting a prize on a game show. "This is just the entrance. Wait until you see the rest."I opened my mouth to respond, but he was already turning back to Dante."Of course, for you, nephew, none of this is new. But it's been years since you've visited. I've made