Grávida De Um Mafioso の小説・ストーリー

Several tests were performed on her that included checking of her fertility levels and was consequently targeted which she did not know till a few minutes ago. "Because she is raped, she may conceive now. Else she would be given injections to get pregnant and ultimately the fetus will be aborted to use in anti-aging creams and cosmetics." The bodyguards outside her room spoke, bringing shivers down her spine. It was a whole chain of mafia in the form of sleeper cells spread in all parts of the world. It couldn't be traced by the cops so easily. But if somebody of them did, he would save a lot of humankind who are in a state of vulnerability because of this mafia in the United States.

Artemy replied, his tone carrying a mixture of defense and pride, "she happens to be my beloved partner. What's unfolding is her inaugural experience of childbirth, you see – a truly profound juncture in her life. Undoubtedly, there exists a substantial distinction in this context." I let out a weary sigh, allowing my head to sink into the softness of the pillow beneath me. It was becoming increasingly evident that the journey ahead would stretch out into a considerable span of time, filled with its own set of challenges and tribulations. A protracted and undoubtedly exhausting expedition, in the company of six imposing and heavily armed individuals deeply entrenched within the mafia's ranks

Pregnant. The word feels too big for my body somehow. Too life-changing. Too fragile. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up and it won’t be real,” I whisper. His grip tightens slightly. “It’s real.” My throat tightens. A strange mixture of fear and emotion crashes through me again. “I don’t know how to do this.” The confession leaves quietly. Honestly. Because I don’t. I’m twenty-four years old, lying bruised in a mafia safe house, carrying the child of one of the most dangerous men in New York.

And since when did a mafia wife mouth off to her husband? A paper slid off the vanity in the chaos. He caught it outta the corner of his eye, froze. Picked it up slow. Medical report. [Eight weeks pregnant. Fetus developing healthily.]

I didn’t want to think of the bad things that could happen, like that he could actually be upset that I had gotten pregnant too quickly. I pushed that thought away as soon as it crossed my mind. That wasn’t going to be the case at all. Regardless of what Gavril thought about it, he wanted this child. He needed this child. I sighed as I leaned back against the seat, wishing that my life was just a tad bit easier. I hadn’t really given much thought to what I was going to be bringing this child into or if I was going to even be around for their milestones. There were rumors, fewer rumors and more truths, that Mafia bosses weren’t faithful. They didn’t have traditional marriages. Their wives wer

Though I wouldn't be the one causing the tension anymore if she came. They both keep acting like two old married couples who couldn't agree on anything, which could be very frustrating. Some women actually go ahead and go to the gym while pregnant, but Amelia is naturally a sick person, and Allison would never allow it. If I decided to let her secretly tag along without him knowing and he found out he would break all of my limps, place me inside of a barrel, and roll me down a cliff. Yes, my uncle can be very scary sometimes. No one is to mess with his wife, that's when his past comes to life, and all the ruthless training of becoming the mafia boss would come into view.

The father and son could pass as brothers or twins. My jaw hung open as I kept staring at the images. "Are you talking about Don Adrian Milos?" the driver asked me when the traffic cleared up a bit. "Yeah. Do you know the man? He doesn't look his age at all," I murmured with a blush. "Yeah. What do you expect from wealthy folks? They don't toil hard like us average people. Also, they have everything to maintain a youthful glow. Even the government lets these mafia men run open legal businesses," he muttered, and I sighed.

Greg stood before him stunned by everything. “I had no one to tell, he did this to me,” Mateo went on while fidgeting on his nails. “And how do you know it?” Greg asked. Mateo remained silent. “Wait.. Dante Moritto or…” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Ohh shxt, man that’s fucked up, he is a total psychopath, but… isn’t he like married?” He asked as he sat next to him. Mateo nodded silently, he was so lost in thoughts about everything.

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

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