Romans & histoires Pregnant By The Mafia King

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.

“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.”

Koa solemnly agreed, causing me to look between my mother and the boy who always owned my heart. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Now Eira, we need you to be the one to go undercover. They all know that you wanted out of this for as long as anyone can really remember. I need you to pretend to betray the family." My heart froze as she said the last sentence so nonchalantly. I began shaking my head frantically while looking at everyone seated around the table. I could not do that. I could do anything else, I would do anything else. Just not that. The mafia will test my loyalty. What if someone ends up seriously injured because of me?

I held them tightly against my chest, overwhelmed with relief. They were alive. They were safe. But the trembling in their small bodies told me they had heard everything—the gunshots, the screams, the violence that defined our world. Daniil approached us slowly, and for a brief moment, the ruthless mafia king disappeared. The man standing before me was only a father. His hand brushed softly against one child’s cheek. “We will end this,” he said quietly. I looked up at him. “You heard what Ivan said.” His gaze hardened. “Yes.”

After defeating many mafia groups to rank as number one on the leaderboard, he was nowhere close to threatening me. When I pulled my phone to see who called me, I thought it was Roman on the line. But it appeared to be my father. "Dad, what is the matter?" I asked him as I answered his call. He rarely called me, and only a few times had he done so. "Gabriel, what is the news about? I heard Roman captured Fiona and threatened you with marriage to marry his only sister, Agatha," Dad queried me, and my mood darkened because Dad also clamored for me to get married.

Elina's emotion was mounting when accidentally staring at Zara's red face, Elina knew the woman was holding back tears and that was also wrong Elina. "Your pregnant woman's hormone is very fast visible," Adam actually displayed smirk, then returned leading Elina to enter the house, this time with one of the hands hugging Elina from the side. Elina's emotion was correctly lured to show up, the woman quickly grabbed Adam's thick hair, let it go and immediately walked back towards the room with breathing that rose, she actually wanted to kick the genitals, really. Adam holds Elina's mark, a little grimaced was feeling in pain because this was the first time he was described with so strong, but

My Mom is a notorious gossip. “Enough!” Papa yells. “I will not marry him!” I scream as tears stream down my face. “He’s gross!” My father stands up from his big wooden desk. He is frowning as he leans over his desk and slaps me hard across the face. “You will marry him! It is your duty as my daughter! Now stop whining and think of the family and not yourself for a change!” My father screams. His eyes burn with an intense red glare. I understand the implication all too well. If I refuse again, there will be no choice but death. This is the grim reality of defying one’s parents in the Mafia. They wield absolute power, willing to do anything to uphold their authority.

I bit out "If you shot me already, I wouldn't think so," he replied, his tone mocking. He didn't even know me— yet, he dared to look down on me. I was the daughter of a ruthless mafia don— a man whose cruelty didn't stop at his enemies but bled even into his own family. All my life, I'd been raised in bloodshed and violence. And still... he believed I wouldn't kill him. The worst part was that he was right. Realization and acceptance clawed at my insides. If I couldn't kill him, then—

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

he snapped. Hans didn't need to reply as Annah knew that he either nodded or simply remained silent. She staggered back, refusing to believe what she was hearing. She knew what she was getting into when she made that vow with him, she knew she was entangled with a killer and a mafia lord but what she didn't expect was for him to be this brutal and strict. "No," she whispered. She didn't bargain for this and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing she could do to change the hands of time. This was final and even her words could hardly move him which was worse because she knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this.