Grávida De Um Mafioso Mga Nobela at Kwento

The mafia's maid The Gregory's we're home one evening as normal when a call came to their home line, Linda got up to take the call when an unfamiliar masculine voice, came with a little sinister laughter, and then he cleared his throat before talking. "Hi, Mr. Gregory." At the same time, Gregory half rose from his chair, his face contorted with rage, and hissed, "Leave her alone!" He infused the word with so much force that even his wife look taken aback.

I inquire, attempting to maintain my composure despite the rage brewing within. “Well, well, well… New Bratva, welcome to Chicago!” The man relinquishes his hold on Tatyana with a disrespectful smack on her rear. Tatyana’s expression nearly morphs into a smile as she gracefully saunters across the room to stand beside me and Misha. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he sneers. “I am Mario Alfonso, a sotto capo of the Chicago Outfit.” “So, you are the new Boss? Nikolai Fedorov?” he queries, his tone dripping with derision.

Valerie asked "You see? Being a Mafia can be dangerous Valerie, I mean your opponents will try whatever to bring you down, and if they can't get you, they go for your weakness, that's how things work here" Valerie nodded "I understand" She muttered "Racheal was just like you Valerie, she was the purest and most innocent soul I've ever met. She was a maid to Falcon, but she became pregnant somehow. We were friends and I wouldn't deny that I also advised her to get rid of it because I knew it was never going to end well. To our surprise, Falcon didn't reject or deny the pregnancy, but she had to leave the clan for her safety" "He's trying to protect her, I get that" Valerie said

’ Placing her hand on his arm in a familiar gesture, she made him look into her troubled brown eyes and she leaned forward to drop a kiss on his cheek affectionately. Damn. But the woman still managed to look hot, inspite of being more than three months pregnant, he thought, his heart racing as he stood to embrace her fondly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair and body, familiar and bittersweet. His friend and partner, the formidable Mafia Don stood beside her, eyes like flint, studying him. He was watching narrowly, his heavy-lidded eyes hiding his annoyance at seeing his heavily pregnant wife in the arms of another man. The Boss might have been a man-whore all his life, the term people

Even seated, his broad shoulders and the powerful build of his chest and arms hinted at his impressive height. He looked absolutely terrifying, Valerie thought. One look at Antonio Costello and Valerie could tell he wasn’t a man to be trifled with. “Yes,” she replied briskly, holding her stomach protectively as if to protect her baby from the predator in front of her. She was sitting on a couch in front of him with one of her brother’s men standing behind her. He had his eyes glued to her just as he promised he would. “Hmm,” Antonio said. He narrowed his eyes at Val’s pregnant belly. “And that’s Julian Sinclaire’s child.”

He added. I was a little bit shocked, she was a virgin. It was really rare to see a virgin in the mafia world. "Not a word about this pregnancy in the De'Luca's territory. We have to come together to get Gianna back. I don't want anything to ruin it." I said calmly. ******

She looked young. “Maria Victoria Sebastian was sixteen in that photograph.” “She’s pretty.” “She’s my daughter.” This was one of the rumors. Many of the mafia bosses were known for having illegitimate children. Most of them tended to stay close to the family. Sons became soldiers, daughters became easy pawns to sell off and use for associates.

She was heavily pregnant and was always chewing something. I looked around, seeing some men seated in black also in the plane; they seemed to be guards watching her. I knew then that she actually was married to a Mafia boss. I stared at Lucian, who just kept going through his phone. We both later find ourselves involved in a conversation. At first I ask why she keeps eating. The woman tells me that it was because she was pregnant and that she didn't want to throw up or be bored, so she had to keep her mouth busy at all times.

He's been doing so much already to keep the baby safe and I felt guilty for wanting to add to his stress. Especially when there is the possibility that nothing might be wrong. I thought about how much my life has changed in just a span of one and a half week. I found out my ex boyfriend and father of my child is a mafia boss. My life and that of my baby's is in danger. The lies. The secrets. And most importantly, the possibility of losing our baby.

"I'm fine, Doctor, and you? It's been a while." I hadn't seen him in a long time, but he had been a part of my childhood. I used to accompany my mother to Ize's appointments. I was small, but I remembered it like it was yesterday. "Let's examine this lady, Emma. Who is she?" "My... my wife. She's pregnant." "Has she had any prenatal care?" he asked. "No. Unfortunately, there have been some complications. You know how life in the mafia can be, Ravier."