Grávida De Um Mafioso Novels & Stories

I had nothing holding me down and I could have just left but where's the fun in that besides,mum is having a party at home. That woman is lucky she gave birth to me. That small fact has been her saving grace. If she wasn't my mother,I'd have made her choke on her own vomit before carving my initials on her heart. I studied the men in front of me. They were all wearing suits. They all looked so corporate. I could see the tattoo of a rose on different parts of their bodies. I sat up quickly,the action alerting them. I just pieced together who they were. They were from the Italian Mafioso. The most dangerous mafia in the whole world.

All his leads lead no nowhere. When I got out of the hospital, he took me to see the guy that shot me. I looked him in the eyes while Matteo held him by his throat. He never said a word about who sent him. But he said he was sorry for the baby. He said if he knew I was pregnant, he wouldn’t have done it, but just killing an innocent woman just for the sake of it was okay. Matteo even allowed me to have some fun with the guy. I think this Mafia world is getting to me. I helped Matteo torture and kill the guy that killed our baby.

Her heart plummeted to the floor. The invincible mafia ? She overheard Ash talk terrible about mafia who work as underdogs for powerful men in New York. She flipped away then saw an article about Belinda Grant and Daniel Godson's marriage. Nah. Couldn’t be. His position on marriage had been clear. They’d never even broached the subject of kids when they were together. He’d always insisted on using protection when they were together even when she’d reassured him she was on the pill. Was he only that careful with her?

“But I have other aspirations in life. Becoming a mafia wife was never part of my plan.” “Watch your words when you speak of my son,” Mirella warned without looking at her, her attention fixed on the painting as if each word she spoke was just another stroke of the brush. “Dante isn’t just a simple mafioso, as you say. He is the leader of the ’Ndrangheta. The mere mention of the Bellandi name makes lesser men tremble. Don’t get it twisted, girl.” Her tone was soft, but every syllable carried a sharp edge—a reminder that Svetlana was a foreigner in a world that didn’t belong to her.

"I want Chris dead. Not in a hospital bed, not in prison, not growing old somewhere comfortable. Dead. Painfully. Knowing exactly what he did to me and my babies before he goes." "That's murder." "Yes. It is." I smiled without humor. "Are you going to judge me for it? You, the mafia prince planning to reclaim his father's criminal empire?" "No judgment. Just... concern. Once you cross that line, there's no going back." "I crossed that line when I broke those guards' bones and enjoyed it." My hand moved to my stomach. "This baby was conceived through rape, Von. Medical rape, but rape nonetheless. Richard and Chris drugged me, used my body without consent, created life to serve their conspirac

He asked in surprise and I said with a small smile, “Thank you, doctor, I'll take it from here” With that said, I walked out of the room even when he kept complaining about me not taking good care of my health. This is not the time. With my hoodie over my head, I walked out of the pharmacy looking back and forth, it was evening already. I just can't believe the man I'd slept with was a mafia lord. Although I could tell he was dangerous from his aura, but not a mafia lord. How the hell did I get pregnant at age twenty-one with a mafia's baby?

My heart tells me that I shouldn’t pry, but my curiosity wins out. “I do.” Mila looks at me for a moment before turning her gaze back toward the ceiling away, chewing her lip as if she’s searching for the right words. My attention is now focused entirely on her, the stack of documents temporarily forgotten. “The Grachev Bratva under Yannick,” she begins slowly, “used to deal in prostitution. And more than once, one of the women got pregnant.” Her voice grows smaller, and when she resumes talking, it shivers. “Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.”

She had a two-year-old Daughter, and a 1-year-old Son and she did not want the added burden of another baby but Paolo didn’t care. He bragged to his cronies that he fully intended to put a baby in her belly every year he could. He was 51 to her 20 and he was no longer the hard-muscled man he once was. All the soft living as a Mafia Boss with everything handed to him on a plate had led to him putting a lot of weight on.

Both the Mafias organization were only waiting for the special moment to attack. It has been almost three weeks since she left Maximo Santino when iris Saint started feeling funny. She still love the Italian Mafia Boss but wouldn't want to return to him when he's nothing but a sadistic man but iris's fate decided to did her wrong or maybe right. She discovered she's pregnant with maximo's child and that little discovery changes the fate of both Russian Mafia organization members and the Italians.

His mother never saw his father or his family again after that. My mother gave birth to me when I was only 15 years old, even against all odds, the said mafioso was interested in sex and having a woman within his harem, even if only, he took her because like his mother, he only had children with all the prostitutes including his wife, only men, he wanted spies within his ranks, she knew of his partnership between him, Goki and Poison, which served so that he could bring other allies to his side, even if only on the basis of sex, women in his opinion were easy to deal with.