Grávida De Um Mafioso Novels & Stories

When she fell in love, she was not yet seventeen years old. She was very innocent and did not understand the evils of the world. She saw things with a rosy look... At that time, he was a widower suffering from the departure of his wife and left a baby who was only days old.. Then she fell in love with this child. She became attached to him a lot, to be followed by his father's love.. and she married him despite her mother's opposition at that time because he was much older than her and to bear the responsibility of a child that was not insignificant.. and how right her mother was. Only a few months passed and she discovered the nature of his work.. he is Fabio Giovanni, the head of the Itali

Elina's emotion was mounting when accidentally staring at Zara's red face, Elina knew the woman was holding back tears and that was also wrong Elina. "Your pregnant woman's hormone is very fast visible," Adam actually displayed smirk, then returned leading Elina to enter the house, this time with one of the hands hugging Elina from the side. Elina's emotion was correctly lured to show up, the woman quickly grabbed Adam's thick hair, let it go and immediately walked back towards the room with breathing that rose, she actually wanted to kick the genitals, really. Adam holds Elina's mark, a little grimaced was feeling in pain because this was the first time he was described with so strong, but

Her hands were already shaky that she couldn’t pierce her beef, whenever she intend to pick one, her fork will go elsewhere. Aurelio sighed seeing all that “Is she okay?” his father whispered beside him “I don’t think so” he replied lowly “My dear, is everything okay? You seem shaky” his Mom said to her immediately and held her hands Erica eyes went wide immediately seeing the woman’s hand on hers. “Mafia!” she thought immediately “Guns, drugs! Oh my goodness!! I am literally carrying a baby for a Mafia?” she thought blinking her eyes rapidly at her hand “Erica.. are you okay?” Mr Maynard asked her

I’m trying to form words, but nothing comes out as I sit paralyzed with fear, not knowing what he wants from me. Who are they? Who sent them? Is it one of Sal Lucchese’s guys? My fathers? Or my crazy ex-fiancé's? Fuck. The thought that three groups of people may be looking to hunt me down just makes me realize how precarious my situation is.I wonder. Should I tell them I’m pregnant? Should I beg for mercy? But the past has taught me that the mafioso knows no mercy regarding kidnapping- especially a woman carrying a child that could belong to one of their own enemies.

All his men were sitted and quite they all stare at each other. "I know you all find what you all saw out there surprisingly, I use to have that black magic in me from time before coming into the Mafia world but I do not make use of it but after my wife's demise, I felt it is necessary that is why you find me making use of it.

He opened the envelope and brought out a gold plated card with lovely calligraphies. I scanned the card and two words caught my eyes, 'Yvonne' and 'Mafia.' "An invitation?" "Yes, that's correct, it's a mafia party. And as my wife, you're invited. It's tonight and you're coming with me." He continued authoritatively. I scoffed, "I am going nowhere, I don't see the reason why I need to" "You're my wife. Doesn't that stand for something?" I rolled my eyes internally at the mention of the phrase 'my wife' once again.

Would our marriage be entirely loveless like my parents? Not that I cared, I would just tolerate her and have my way with women behind her back. I'm sure she would do the same. I was not even told of her name, what she looked like or what she was like. But she was a woman. The boss of the Italian mafia. How could that be? Women are weak and too emotional. She would be the destruction of the mafia. I chuckled at how the most fierce and depraved mafia in the world would fall at her hands. Everyone knows only a man can run a mafia.

“I found Patrizia crying in my church, begging for an answer, whether to kill herself and this baby or to bear through the pain and guilt. She was merely a month and a half along with her pregnancy with nowhere to go. She feared going home would lead the danger right to you, so I let her stay here.” “This is hers?” I asked, pointing at the baby. I didn’t want to believe it. “I wouldn’t be giving her to you if she weren’t.” “What the hell did she do?” Matteo whispered, his tone ringing with disapproval. This was a scandal in the Mafia world. A girl having a child out of wedlock, losing her virginity with one but her husband and silly things like these were considered sins in the mob tradition

But my aunt Sophia found out she was pregnant, despite my father and grandfathers protest to the pregnancy, she did not want to give up the baby. Her having that baby deemed the Scuderis untouchable because they were now family. They didnt want anyone to know the child was concieved out of rape so they had to lie and pretend that she had married in secret, which is just as disgraceful in the eyes of the mafia, but much less then having a baby out of wedlock. The father did not go left unpunished, he was found hanging from a flag pole with his balls stuffed in his mouth. We are not good people but we protect our family, especially the women.

] Alcina asked her keeping her voice low, Anton raised his eyebrow but said nothing, ‘Oh caro, abbiamo un altro figlio mafioso bastardo indesiderato?’ [Oh dear, do we have another unwanted bastard Mafia child?] The elderly Nun snapped scathingly, ‘Vorrei davvero che quelle persone disgustose smettessero di mettere incinta le loro donne se non vogliono prendersi cura di loro.’ [I really wish those disgusting people would stop impregnating their women if they do not want to look after them.]