Grávida De Um Mafioso Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love. “Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called. Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name. When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out. I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

On the one hand, I felt safe, but on the other, I was terrified of what he was capable of doing. I am extremely stressed. On top of all the problems I have with Cristian, there is now the fact that I am pregnant and do not know who the father is. I am afraid of how Eduardo might react when he finds out. In theory, I had no marital life with my husband. We only had a relapse once, on a date very close to the time when I was involved with my favorite mafioso.

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

After growing up in an abusive home, living in the streets afterwards and becoming a Mafia boss, I feel like the heavens have finally smiled at me. And I'm not mistaken about wanting to marry her. Mia was my peace. My home. The one my heart will forever be with. After taking more shots, I lost my control. I pinned her wet body against the sand, spread her thighs wide open and buried my cock inside her pussy. And as the sun set, I made sure Mia knew— She was mine. To love. To hold. And I was going to pursue her.

she murmured softly, her voice barely audible for fear of waking him. Her eyes remained locked on him as her thoughts wandered. She recalled how casually Leonard dismissed the injury on the back of his head, claiming it was something he was used to. It baffled her, though she chastised herself for being so naïve. Leonard Hugues wasn’t an ordinary man—he was part of a criminal syndicate. As a high-ranking member of the Lafleur mafia, his life was anything but safe. Each day was a battle for survival in a world where the strong devoured the weak, and in the mafia, survival came by any means necessary. Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy.

After the life of violence I have witnessed with Antonio, I think I just might stick to being held as a prisoner. At least I would be protected. Ah! I almost lost my life some hours ago. Thank God, Antonio came to my rescue. A part of me appreciates him, the other knows it is only for the baby. Now that I carry his child, he would look out for me more. I thought about it. Maybe It's time I demand for it. I am pregnant for a mafia king. Antonio Dante of the mafia kingdom. I should be treated like a queen. Ah, my headaches.

Now she looked at Berta curiously. "You're pregnant." This girl shook her head with an incredulous look. It's hard to believe that she's pregnant, though this girl has never given herself up to any man, including Erik. She looked at Berta to make sure that what the woman said was a lie, but Berta's face showed confidence in her answer just now. "You lied." Virginia almost screamed. "The baby you have is Mr Lucas' baby." "I can't possibly get pregnant." "That's the reality," Berta confirmed.

For who she did not want to have anything to do with in the future. She leaned her back against the wall clutched her belly and slid down to the floor, dejected. The tears started pouring again but she was not going to lose this child. This was her baby and she was going to keep it. Arthur does not have to know. With a new determination, she smashed the tears away from her cheek with her palm and stood up on shaky legs. She stood up and checked her phone. Pictures and posts from their graduation party filled everywhere. She sighed, while her classmates were happy at a graduation party, drinking wine and getting high, she was in her room, moping and carrying the child of a Mafia.

“¿QUÉ QUIERE DECIR QUE NO NECESITA CONOCER A MATTEO?POR EL AMOR DE DIOS, ELLA ESTÁ EMBARAZADA DE SU HIJO!! {WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW MATTEO? SHE IS PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD} This time the lady shouted loudly despite Matteo's effort to calm her down. “Don't you raise your voice at me Mariella” Matteo shunned her, I could hear the rage dripping from his voice. “I won't listen to you this time, if you won't tell her that you are the head of the Italian-America Mafia then I would”. At that moment, everything froze. I lost all my senses as I lost my balance and staggered backwards accidentally hitting the bedside lamp as it went crashing to the floor.