THE MAFIA'S PRICE
Dante instructed the first boutique manager: “Bring the best comfortable clothes you have in her size, suitable for a pregnant woman. Package them all.”
The woman nodded eagerly and disappeared.
I turned to Dante. “This really isn’t necessary.”
He just smirked. “It is.”
Bags upon bags of soft cashmere sweaters, flowing maternity dresses, silk blouses, and cozy loungewear were brought out. Dante’s men appeared from nowhere to carry them away. We moved to the next shop, maternity jeans, supportive shoes, delicate jewelry that wouldn’t irritate sensitive skin. Then a baby store, where Dante picked out tiny neutral onesies and a soft cashmere blanket “for when the time comes.”
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