Grávida De Um Mafioso Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re a disgusting piece of shit. I was your friend!” I didn’t know what to feel. I wasn’t numb. I was just confused and maybe a little concerned about her well-being despite her complicity with the Russian mafia. And I truly felt sorry for the baby. Spade was right. Her unborn child was innocent. How was she going to bring an innocent life to the dangerous world she and her boyfriend lived in? As long as she carried the mafia’s child, there was no safety for them. The Russian mafia would hunt them down until they were all dead.

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.

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.

I felt completely out of sorts, out of my own skin. It was a complete disaster, much bigger than I had expected, and I was nervous, especially after he announced that a member of the Camorra, the most violent Italian mafia of all, would marry one of his daughters. This, after the announcement of my paternity, included me and meant an even greater disaster.

“Why force me into this… circus?” He was quiet for a moment. Then he walked to the corner table and poured himself a glass of wine. “You want the truth?” he asked without looking at me. “Yes.” He took a slow sip. “Because marrying you ruins your father.” I blinked. “What?” Dominic turned around, his eyes darker than usual. “Eduardo Madrigal spent his life climbing over people like me. People who weren’t born into money. He humiliated my family. Blackmailed my father. Stole contracts. And when my mother died, he laughed.”

Time after... My lips are trembling, my heart is beating in terror, at any moment I am going to lose myself in unconsciousness, fear eats me up inside and that is exactly what brings me down, a suffocating and devastating fear that is squeezing all my senses to the point. to make me succumb and lose this war. I have already been through this, but I don't think I will suffer the same fate, these men hate Konstantinov, and I am the wife and mother of their son. This is serious, I fear I am lost, trapped in the clutches of the Italian mafia.

I completed, “ Why did he try to kill you?” She said lowly as if she already knew the answer, I poked my mouth with my tongue, “ Grace, please listen first.” Mason said and she gave her head a shake and removed my hand from her neck, “ You’re in the mafia aren’t you?” She said and I stared at her, “ Does it make a difference?” I said while crossing my arms, “ Yes! You’re inhuman!” She said as tears left her eyes,