All Chapters of My Baby's Father Is A Mafia Boss : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Domenico and Emilio arrived at the designated meeting place, where the air was filled with the scent of cigars and wine.Domenico had been intentionally delaying this meeting for far too long, but in the end, he was out of excuses.He simply didn’t wish to see the faces of such crooks, men who didn’t know anything about loyalty or legacy, but craved power and wealth.Domenico loathed them.He wished to root them out of his business. However, he couldn’t forget that he wasn't powerful enough to sever the ties just yet.For now, he had to play the game and look them in the eye.“My dear Domenico, you are finally here,” a raspy voice called out.An old man, his skin like yellowed parchment, shuffled toward the duo with a smile that didn't reach his predatory eyes. “We requested tons of meetings with you, but only your underling came to see us. Not the real boss.”The old man gestured dismissively toward Emilio.Domenico’s already dark eyes became even darker.The temperature in the room

Renata sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the IV bag. It was half-empty. Emilio’s words echoed in her mind: 'It’s too risky. It’s always been like this.'It all clicked into place. The reason for the locked gates, the constant security, the way she was treated like a fragile porcelain doll, it wasn't just possessiveness. It was for her survival."Is this why?" she whispered into the quiet room, her voice barely audible. "Is that why you never have fun? Why you never let me leave the estate? Why you’re always so... suffocatingly protective?"She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away."I won't ask to go out again," she murmured, her voice steadying with a cold realization. "I understand now. Your world isn't just dangerous. It is like a death. It must have been hard for you all this time."Renata pulled her hand back, needing to keep herself occ

After they both calmed down, the silence felt heavy to Domenico.He was a man of action, and being confined to these four walls felt more like a prison to him, and by mid-morning, he’d had enough."I'm going out," he announced, starting to shift his weight toward the edge of the bed. "I’m bored of sitting here staring at the ceiling."“No! You can’t just leave like that!” Renata urged, her hands immediately flying to his shoulders to keep him steady. Her eyes were wide with panic. “You are still hurt, Nico. I can’t let you run around in this condition.”Domenico let out a heavy sigh, looking over at Mathew, who had just walked in to check up on him. He knew Renata wouldn't listen to him, so he decided to use the only authority on the doctor.“Mathew, do inform her that I’m very well to walk. My legs are pretty much fine,” Domenico said, throwing a pointed look at the doctor.He had been trying for the last twenty minutes to make her understand that a little movement wouldn't kill him.

As Renata approached the gazebo, struggling slightly under the weight of the silver tray, Chase was on his feet in an instant. He reached out, taking the burden from her hands before she could protest."You shouldn't be working in your condition, Ren," he stated firmly, his concern genuine as he lowered the tray onto the white marble table.Renata shook her head, offering him a small, appreciative smile before her eyes darted to Domenico. She could feel the static electricity in the air, an annoyance radiating from him. She stepped closer to him, lowering her voice. "Are you tired?""No," Domenico answered, giving her a fake smile. He moved past her to the table, pulling out the chair.Renata sat, and Domenico took his seat across from her. Chase remained standing for a moment, observing the interplay between them with a look of guarded concern."You only brought one glass?" Chase noted, gesturing to the tray."Because we won't be drinking," Renata answered, folding her hands in her l