All Chapters of The Banker: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I marched to Cato’s door and was relieved to hear talking. I opened the door and invited myself inside.Both women were naked and on the bed, while Cato stood in his boxers near the dresser. He’d just finished taking a sip of scotch from his glass. The blonde turned to me, her eyebrow rising and her bitchiness coming out full force. “Is she the maid or something?”“If she is, she should put some clothes on,” the other said. “Because she’s dirty.”Cato had to force the drink down his throat even though it seemed like he wanted to spit it out. He looked me up and down, admiring my nakedness. I was nervous, so my nipples were as hard as diamonds.I placed both hands on my hips and marched toward him. “I want in.”Cato gave me a blank look, all the muscles of his body tensing.“Get rid of the blonde. I’ll take her place.”“Excuse me?” the blonde hissed. “Who the hell—”Cato interrupted her. “Catherine, leave.”I hoped he wouldn’t be able to resist my offer. This was his ultimate fantasy,

“I don’t want this so bad,” I snapped. “But it’s my child, and I take responsibility for that. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.”“You could make it all go away. There’s still time. No one knows besides the three of us.”I could never do it. “No.”“You’re the cruelest man I know. You can’t blow her brains out?”“No.” I couldn’t hurt someone with Marino blood. I couldn’t be the same piece of shit my father was. “And stop asking.”“Fine. Then you need to tell Mother.”“I’d rather not.”He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re just not gonna tell her?”“I’ll wait until we hit the second trimester. No point in telling her until I know there’re no complications with the baby.”“Well, how long has she been pregnant?”“No idea.”“Maybe you should find out.”I’d been meaning to take her to the doctor anyway. We needed to start her vitamins and whatever other bullshit came along with it. “I will. So how about dinner on Thursday? Are you free?”He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to her whether I’m there or not.”

When we returned to the house, I turned my back to her and went straight to my bedroom. I’d just fucked her in the car and finished a minute before entering the driveway, but now I turned cold and distant again.She followed me until she reached her bedroom door. “Are we going to keep playing this game?”“No game,” I said without turning around. “I just don’t want you.” I got inside and hopped in the shower. The afternoon took longer than I expected, so I hurried in the shower and put on a pair of slacks and a blazer for dinner.When I was dressed and ready to go, I headed downstairs and stopped by the kitchen to see Giovanni.Siena was there with a pan of freshly baked cookies on the counter. She held up the image of the sonogram so Giovanni could see it. “Isn’t it amazing? This little person is inside me right now…with a little heartbeat.”Giovanni examined the picture with his black apron tied around his hips. He never made cookies because I didn’t eat anything like that, so he and

I rested my forehead against the back of her head as I moaned, getting off on the sound of her pain. She’d hurt me so much, made a fool out of me, and now I was finally getting some revenge. The best revenge I’d ever gotten.I grabbed her chin and directed her head back so I could look into her face. I saw the rivers on both of her cheeks, the puffiness under her eyes. She didn’t sob the way she had at her father’s funeral, but her eyes were wet enough that drops of liquid were stuck in her eyelashes. She bit her lips during the moments of pain, but that was just sexy. “Ask me to stop.” No way in hell was I stopping. But I wanted to deny her.“No.” Even in her pain, she was stubborn. Tears streamed down her face, but she refused to cave.I couldn’t take it any longer. Even though I wanted to keep hurting her, it just felt too good. This moment was an overload. I increased my pumps then dumped inside her with a moan so loud my hands went numb. “Jesus…” My cock throbbed as I dumped all

11Siena“I know how to cook a few things, but I can’t cook like this.” I sat on the stool at the counter and ate my lunch. Eating nutritious meals for the baby wasn’t difficult when I had a gourmet chef who could whip up any healthy meal. “The salmon is so tender but so delicious. How do you do it?”He shrugged, but the delight was written all over his face. He loved taking care of Cato’s home, but the place he shone the most was in the kitchen. “Many years of practice. It’s not just about the preparation, but the source of the ingredients. I go to the store every morning and fetch new ingredients to cook with every day.”“Every day?” I asked incredulously.“Every day,” he said with a proud nod.“Unbelievable.”The kitchen door opened, and Bates stepped inside, wearing a full suit like he had a meeting with Cato. “Thought I heard voices in here.” He stepped farther inside with his hands in his pockets, and when he looked at me, there was obvious threat in his eyes. He hated me as muc