All Chapters of The Banker: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I snuck out of bed at two in the morning and headed back to Florence. Bates met me on the way, and we descended into the Underground where the Skull Kings operated—nearly in plain sight.The security checked us at the front and made sure we were unarmed. Under my special agreement with various factions throughout the country, I was allowed to bring three armed men anywhere I went. Each one carried an assault rifle that would annihilate everyone in that room before they could draw their pistols.We took our seats at a round table, and a topless waitress fetched us our drinks.Bates watched her lean over and set our glasses in front of us, his eyes eating up the sight of her tits. When she walked away, his eyes followed her like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. He took a drink as he continued to watch her.“They’re just tits, Bates.” I looked at the stage and saw the poor women up for auction. All naked, young, and afraid, they would be auctioned off to the highest bidder for an

6SienaMartina’s room was exactly what I wanted it to be.The walls were painted pastel purple, the crib was pearl white, and her changing station and toys were all set up. The room was filled with so much love for a baby who hadn’t even been born yet. A rocking chair sat in the corner, and I imagined that’s where I would rock her to sleep in the middle of the night. Her mouth would latch on to my breast, and I would feel her in the most primal way.I took a seat in the chair and rocked myself, holding the stuffed giraffe Cato had picked out for her. He hadn’t been that interested in shopping when we were at the store, but he found a few items that resonated with him. One of them was the giraffe—and a set of pajamas he liked.I didn’t know why I got so upset with Cato last week. When I realized I was the only one in bed, I got scared. I worried something had happened to him, that something might happen to me. I called him in near hysterics, and then when he came home smelling like bo

By the time I arrived at the hospital, the contractions had started.And Jesus, they were painful.I was put into a room right away with the nurses and the doctor, and after my examination, they said she was already coming.“Wait, aren’t I supposed to sit around for like ten hours before I go into real labor?” I wasn’t prepared to give birth right this second. Everything was moving so fast. I was about to be a mother. Oh my god, I’m about to be a mother.“No, the baby is coming now,” the doctor said. “I’m going to need you to start pushing.”I looked at Cato, like I expected him to fix this somehow.He stood at my bedside and held my hand. “She doesn’t like to waste time. She’s definitely my daughter.”“I don’t think I can do it.” I looked into his blue eyes and admitted my weakness. I was usually strong, regardless of the situation, but right now, I was terrified. “My mom’s not here, and I always thought she would be here… I can’t do this. I can’t push this person out of my body. It’

I answered with a soft voice. “Yes?”“What do you mean yes? I see that you’re working. Ready to come back to the office?”Siena had nearly recovered from labor, but I was giving her as much time as she needed to get back on her feet. Taking care of Martina for most of the day allowed her to relax. So far, she hadn’t changed a diaper once. “Not for a few more days.”“Why?”“Because I’m taking care of Martina right now. Siena is still resting.”“Cato, that’s what nannies are for. And they’re dirt cheap.”Thankfully, Martina stayed asleep for the entire conversation. Perhaps she liked listening to the sound of my voice. “I don’t want a nanny, Bates. I want to be the one to take care of her.”“You want to change diapers?” he said incredulously. “Wipe butts?”“Yes. And yes.”He scoffed into the phone. “I don’t get you, man. You’re this powerful banker, but you’re at home with a brat drooling all over you.”“Don’t call her that,” I warned. “You’ll need facial reconstruction if you do.”“The

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. “Kneel.”I let my knees buckle underneath me, and I fell to the concrete. The bullet wound in my head would drain my blood into the fountain and mix with blood from all his other victims. My body would be thrown into a pit somewhere in the countryside. My daughter wouldn’t remember me, not even the sound of my voice. The tears fell harder, and the cramps started in my sides.Cato walked back to his brother and took the pistol offered to him.I lifted my gaze and stared down the barrel, refusing to be weak in my final moments of life. I’d run away from this man because I’d feared this would be my fate. But then I fell for those blue eyes and those hot kisses. I slept beside him every night and fell deeper in love. For him to do this to me, despite all that, told me he was a psychopath. Putting up the Christmas tree meant nothing to him. The ornament I gave him meant nothing to him. The bracelet I wore on my wrist that very moment didn’t mean