Semua Bab THE MAFIA'S PRICE: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The tension from the past few hours still lingered in the air. I picked at my pasta, savoring each bite while keeping one hand protectively over my belly. The baby had been active tonight, as if sensing the whirlwind of emotions surrounding us. Dante sat beside me, his thigh pressed firmly against mine, a silent reminder of his presence. Maxim kept glancing toward the entrance every few seconds, his worry refusing to fully fade despite the relief we had seen on the screens.Joe suddenly looked up from his laptop, eyes wide. “Don, he’s here. Ivan just entered the reception area with the woman.”Dante stood up immediately, pushing his chair back. “I’ll go bring him.”Maxim rose too, determination flashing across his face. “I’m coming with you.”I reached out and gently caught Maxim’s arm. “Please continue eating. Let Dante go. You’ve been so worried. Give yourself a moment to breathe.”Maxim hesitated, then slowly sat back down, though his eyes followed Dante as he strode out of the rest

The morning light filtered softly through the penthouse windows, casting a golden glow over the living room. After the emotional chaos of the previous night, waking up to Ivan’s laughter echoing from the kitchen felt like a gift. Betty had already joined him, and the two of them were making coffee while trading playful banter. I stood in the doorway watching them, my hand resting gently on my still small bump. The baby gave a tiny flutter, as if agreeing that today should be lighter.Dante had left early for a meeting with Liam to discuss the Krasnov threat, but not before kissing me deeply and promising to return soon. Ivan noticed me and grinned. “Alessia, perfect timing. Betty wants to explore the city. You should take her out. Show her the good spots before she flies back.”Betty’s eyes lit up. “Only if you’re free. I don’t want to impose.”I smiled warmly. “I would love that. Brunch first, then some shopping. Just us girls.”Ivan winked. “Good. Dante needs to stop hovering anyway

Later that evening, after a quiet dinner, we moved to the bedroom. Dante’s hand never left mine as he led me down the hallway toward our bedroom. The penthouse was quiet now, Ivan and Betty gone, leaving only the two of us wrapped in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. My heart beats faster with every step. After the emotional weight of the day, the tension with Elias, the looming threat of the Krasnov family I needed this. I needed him. Needed us.He pushed the bedroom door open gently and pulled me inside, closing it behind us with a soft click. The moment we were alone, Dante turned to me, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of love and raw hunger. He cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks as if I were something precious and fragile.“You are mine,” he whispered, voice deep and rough. “Every part of you.”I shivered at the possessiveness in his tone. “I am yours, Dante. Always.”He kissed me slowly at first, savoring every second. Hi

The private hospital wing was quiet and luxurious, the kind of place where money bought silence and safety. I sat on the examination bed with Dante standing protectively beside me, his hand never leaving my shoulder. The doctor, a calm and experienced woman named Dr. Elena Petrova, moved the ultrasound wand gently over my rounded belly. The screen showed our baby clearly, strong and growing fast. Every kick I felt made my heart swell with love and fierce protectiveness.“Everything looks excellent,” Dr. Petrova said with a warm smile. “The baby is developing perfectly. Your baby’s heart rate is strong. Would you like to know the gender today?”I looked up at Dante. His dark eyes met mine, full of patience and love. He squeezed my shoulder gently, leaving the decision entirely to me.I shook my head with a soft smile. “No. Not yet. I want it to be a surprise. I’m thinking of planning a small gender reveal party for just the family. I will find a baker and have you send the result direct

The afternoon sun bathed the seaside safe house in a gentle golden light. After several hours of much needed rest, we all gathered on the wide terrace overlooking the ocean. The table had been set simply with light dishes, fresh salads, grilled fish, roasted vegetables, and warm bread. The sea breeze carried the salty tang of the waves, mixing with the aroma of the food. It was a rare moment of calm in the middle of the storm.I sat beside Dante, my hand resting on my belly as the baby gave a few strong kicks. Maxim sat across from us, looking more relaxed than he had in days. Ivan and Betty were next to each other, their hands intertwined under the table. The atmosphere felt almost normal, filled with soft chatter and occasional laughter.Ivan took a bite of his fish and grinned. “This is the first proper meal I have had since the whole kidnapping drama. I still cannot believe you sent men to hood me like a common criminal, brother.”Dante smirked, cutting into his own plate. “Better