Pregnant By The Mafia King Novels & Stories

She remembered Nico’s low growl the first time he came inside her: *“No barriers between us, princess. We want to feel everything.” Now that choice had consequences. Pregnant. With a mafia baby. Possibly two fathers. The reality crashed over her like ice water. She was twenty-two. Sold. Owned. And now carrying the child of the men who had bought her. Panic clawed up her throat. She wrapped the tests in tissue and buried them deep in the trash, then showered until the water ran cold. When she stepped out, Nico and Dante were already gone for the day—business, they’d said. She had time to think. To breathe. To figure out how to tell them… or whether she even could.

Zuri blows a strand of straight hair out of her eyes. “I’m getting to that. You see, your parents were part of a mafia gang called “Marie.” It’s the biggest mafia syndicate in New York and it’s headed by a man named King Murder. I don’t know why Amanda was sold, but I believe Bhyron will tell you all of that himself.” Silence. “But I can tell you this; King Murder was responsible for the attack at your wedding. His men killed grandma Alice...” Pain shoots through my veins like bolts of electricity. The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents.

I let out a groan, almost slamming my head against a wall. But I didn't miss the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I could tell that the subtle searching I was doing quite obviously wouldn't work. I needed information strong enough to bring the mafia king to his knees along with his entire empire. And the only way I could get such information was from him himself. I needed to seduce him and make him fall for me. Or at least trust me enough to give me the information I wanted. My gaze fell on the mirror and I slowly pushed my robe to aside.

I got out of my car when and was going to walk into the reception when I saw a convoy drive into the hospital premises. I wanted to go in but I needed to see who it was that drive a convoy to the hospital, all the cars were exotic and it shocked me to see the man whom my stepsister Kimberly had introduced to me as her man come out from the newest version of Benz in the middle of the convoy then he goes to open the car door for her and it was Kimberly who had steppe left out of the car looking breathtaking, the dress she wore, her shoe and handbag is luxurious, I wanted to turn away but I couldn’t, I wanted to see if the man still give her a Princess treatment, of course , he does, the way he

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Vanessa’s pov: Dominic smiled as he looked at me, “she”he said and the guys turned to me to finally notice my presence. “Who the hell is her boss?You can have any girl you want after all you are the mafia lord. No one dares to defy you, even the law is afraid of you.” The guy with blonde hair said sternly. What? Ohh my God,what did I just hear? Mafia lord oh no God please help me,I cried within myself. No wonder the guards,no wonder he was not afraid to kill a soul. What have my parents done?

When I hung up I had questions coming from all directions. “ Well, boy? What did he say?” Angelo asked, curiously. “ He thinks she’s a midwife that didn’t show up to work for some girl named Camila Peters.” Pedro’s eyes went wide. “ Camila? As in her college roommate Camila?” What did he say? It took me a hot minute to recognize the name, I only met her the one time at the club but Pedro was the one who took her home. Camila was the same woman that was telling Katarina a Mafia King would never fall in love and that Katarina would be beaten and cheated on so I already didn’t like this woman. Now I find out she is the midwife that has my wife! Camila Peters you better not harm a hair on my ang

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

“I see it every time you look at me. I see it when you flinch. And I hate myself for it. But I’m standing here begging you anyway.” My heart hammered. “Kiss me, Isa,” he said. The words came out raw, almost broken. The ruthless mafia king who never begged anyone for anything was begging me. “Please. Just kiss me. I need to feel something real from you. Even if it’s angry. Even if it’s pity. Just fucking kiss me.” I closed my eyes. Fear washed across my face. I could feel it. The fear of wanting him and hating that want. The fear of letting him back in only to be shattered again. My breathing turned shallow.

“You have a fiancee who is dating a man named Davel Prince, she is pregnant and while you may think it is your child, it belongs to him.” “She what?” he yells. A shocking news that he didn't know either. Men like him hate it when a woman they trusted could betray them and they had no idea about it. His face drops at the realization, he was probably hoping for a child of his own. Wonderful how karma works when it comes to men like him. “It is not my child, how the hell do you know that, Vivian would never cheat on me. How dare she cheat on me?” He was already going through the five stages of denial but I had no regard fir that. This isn't about his life rather it is about his death.