Novel & Cerita Pregnant By The Mafia King

Vallea Lupa She looked paled her face showed shock and None-believability. Vallle looked at her. Her eyes showed sorrow through her tears she didn’t want to let her baby go she’d fought to the ends of the earth to keep her safe and now they’d found her the only way Mia could be safe was to flea Italy and start a new life a life without her. She’d contacted people she could count on to help her and keep her only daughter safe from the Mafia as well as Nicolo and Domienico. She’d refused a paternity test when she had first became pregnant and two years later she had ran from them once Cora had tuned eleven she had shipped her to the U.K. because the two brothers had found them.

“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.”

He sank into the chair he had been sitting in, and in the dim light his face looked older than I had ever seen it, with the kind of exhaustion that comes from carrying a lie long after it stopped being bearable. “I had no choice,” he said. “They were going to kill me, Bella. Tonight. In this house.” “And instead you offered them me,” I said. “As if I were a debt you could simply hand over and call the books settled.” “I offered them a marriage,” he said, as though dressing the transaction in a ceremony changed the fact that I had been the currency all along. “Damiano Rossi doesn’t just take what he wants. He negotiates. He agreed to forgive the debt if you became his wife.”

She may act brave, but no one could remain calm hearing what I've just revealed. "The Bratva," she murmurs. "You're part of the Russian Mafia?" Her inquiry highlights the stark divide between her world and mine. Camila's innocence is almost endearing. "I'm the pakhan of the Grachev Bratva." She recoils, reassessing me with newfound wariness. "Stay away from me." I chuckle deeply. "Didn't you hear anything I just said? You should want to be as close to me as possible, Camila. There's someone out there hunting you. Someone far worse than me."

Their lips were a mere inches apart as a heavy silence fell between them. For one brief second as David's lips parted ever so slightly, a tiny part of Miguel's brain chose to believe something he knew was nearly impossible was about to happen. He felt his heart begin to flutter as a warm sensation flooded his body. The pleasant kind that masked the pain for a brief moment until the mafia boss spoke. It only took a handful of words to cause Miguel to come crashing back down to reality. "You should know by now that if it wasn't for the fact that you're reliable and useful for so many things, I would've gotten rid of you by now."

“Princess, I only want you to understand one thing. I am the Head of the King Crime Family, I am a Mafia Boss, and I will always be. Yes, this was a right I was given when my father passed away. Now I could have ended his legacy with his last breath, but I want this. This is me. This is Hunter King.” “God, Hunter, I am starting to think that you are a lawyer, for you are stating your case so confidently.” I only but chuckle at her as I pull her back into the tightness of my chest. Her body is still trembling, and that heart of hers is pounding with purpose against mine. I will not make this any harder on her than it is already. “Princess, if you need to think of this, then you must.” “You wa