Grávida De Um Mafioso Novels & Stories

One whisper of it, and every vulture in the mafia world would tear me apart. But now this woman brought a solution without me even trying. She was standing there offering me exactly what I needed. A ready-made heir. A shield from my enemies and a legacy. Moretti stepped beside me, whispering harshly, “Boss, she looks half-crazy. You sure she’s not lying?” But I already knew she wasn’t. Her shaking hands, her trembling voice, the way she protectively hugged her stomach… A woman can fake a lot of things. Pregnancy isn’t one of them.

SONIA’S POV It took me a while to figure out that the party Anthony talked about two days ago wasn’t actually being held solely for the purpose of the pregnancy. It’s actually the Italian mafia patriarch’s 80th birthday celebration, and the news of the baby would be announced there. Which is great because I was beginning to wonder what an announcement party was. That would have been way too extreme in my opinion. Announcing it on a W******p group chat would have been more ideal, but what do I know? These Italians can be way too extra at times.

Armani arrived home late at night around nine o’clock. He was heavily drunk and he reeked badly of alcohol. He had just left the bar after drinking over five bottles of alcoholic beer. Armani didn’t know how to get over the shook of him losing his mother at such point in time when he couldn’t do nothing to protect her, so he resolved to drinking himself to stupor.Armani has never been this drunk his entire life.

He is scared of his child; if these people know about him being pregnant, they will sure try to harm his child. The silence made it even more unbearable as he heard the splashing of water in the corner of the room; nothing else could be heard, and Adom was alone with his thoughts that were screaming at him. He remembered how three men had taken him away, but he was unconscious before he knew where they had taken him. One thing was still very clear in his mind. What the man had said had shaken him to the core. His mate is his own mate. Whoever is also the father of his unborn child is some kind of mafia. A criminal kills people for money, and God knows what other bad things he does to all peo

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding. When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day. "Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out! The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.

I pressured and he nodded. "My mom was a whore, Stripper, prostitutes,She drugged depressed men that comes to the club,Fuck them,Rip them and run away with their money, Enea's Dad happened to fall in her traps,He was depressed,He nearly gave up on life then because his newly born baby then was born with permanent deafness,She won't be able to hear or speak for the rest of her life,And in the Mafia,Their daughters are meant to be their pride,They show them off to the world but for a well known Italian Mafia like Romano,It's hard for him to let the baby live,His wife almost ran mad then,He visited a club and happened to fell in my mom's trap,They had stuffs but my mom being a desperate bitch,S

"I'm... We... Are pregnant." Apollo sot down again and run his hands through his hair. "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded handing him the test. "Yup," I say still looking at him. He put his head in his hands. "You know what this means right?" He asked making me frown. I shake my head not understanding what he means. Does he want me to get an abortion? "It means I have to increase your bodyguards," he says. "Why?" "I'm a mafia don," He paused, "If we have a kid that kid is leverage to other mafias," he explained.

Alina's POV… “Please don't do this. Please. Please” I was screaming. My hands and legs were pinned to the floor while one of the men stood in front of me with his trousers pulled down. “You're too pretty to let go” he snickered and bit his lips as he ran his eyes over my body. ‘God please. God please help me’ I prayed. They were indeed very heartless. They wanted to rape a pregnant woman. “My husband is a mafia. He is the leader of the mafia in Italy” I said to scare them. I didn't really know what mafia leader Darren was. I just said what I knew.

Sure it is still very early and the chance, or risk, of miscarriege is still very high and something I wish for, right? I sigh and throw myself back on the bed. I have wanted a child for a long time. I want my mom to meet her grandchild before she dies. Not that she will know it’s her grandchild but still. But I wished that it wasn’t that man’s child. Alessio Peccati. The mafia king. A monster who rapes and abuses me. Who even let his best friends have rape with me. I don’t even understand his obsession with me. That’s what this is. An obsession. He has a fixed idea that he wants me and therefore he can’t let me go. Possessive and obsessive.

The weight of the pregnancy pressed upon me, reminding me that I needed to prioritize my well-being and that of our unborn child. Despite my exhaustion and Liam's words ringing in my ears, an unyielding determination pulled me towards one final stop—an old warehouse that held a dark reputation within our Mafia. It was a place I had heard whispers about, a place where secrets were buried and sins were committed. And perhaps it was this lingering curiosity or the fire within me that refused to be extinguished that led me to take that fateful step inside. The sight that greeted me within those dimly lit walls was nothing short of horrifying. A group of Mafia men surrounded a handful of women, t