Pregnant Gangster Novels & Stories

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.

It was taking everything in me to hold on to the last of my patience. “I think I’m pretty aware of who I’m messing with,” I stated, catching a tiny flicker in his eyes. “You work for the La Fete gang. Notorious for kidnapping and trafficking. Also heard you guys don’t come cheap. Does that help? Or do you need me to give you the names of your wife and two lovel daughter?” A tiny smirk touched my cheek as the glint in his eyes died.

{ 3 months into the Future} (The Pregnancy) “Wait for a minute, you expect me to believe you, you cheap whore, a slut, you want to convince me into believing that, the bastard you say you are carrying in that rotten stomach of yours is mine?”. Stephano asked Mbali as he pocked her abdomen while glaring at her angrily. “Stephano, you need to believe me, I can't lie to you, this child is yours, please Stephano….” Mabli’s voice quivered as she confronted him, her words trembling like fragile leaves in the wind.

I explained to her in a very fast, 'all-in-one-breath' kind of way. "Wait, you're pregnant?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. "Yes." "And Valentino is trying to take down a mob boss operation with you, a pregnant woman?" She asked, discombobulation still clear in her expression,” that doesn't sound logical in the slightest bit." "Nana, let's just say that there is a lot more to the story," I told her. She smiled softly at me before tucking a blonde strand behind her ear and nodding her head.

“Are you going to traffic underage girls for prostitution, like Uncle Bogun did. The men are asking?” Maxim asks me, ruining my good mood. “No. Our path to taking control of Chicago from the Outfit lies in drug trafficking, extortion, online gambling, and racketeering. These ventures have the potential to generate billions for us. We need to outearn the Outfit, demonstrating that we can amass more wealth than they can. Once we have a significant cash flow, we can expand into legitimate businesses and invest in real estate. Finding a suitable bank for money laundering is a priority, and having a casino would be even better.”

“She’s pregnant.” The word hung between them, heavy and irreversible. The room seemed to still, as if the air itself recoiled from the revelation. The tick of the grandfather clock in the hall was the only sound, each strike echoing like a drumbeat. Lucien didn’t move, didn’t blink. His face remained impassive, but the silence that stretched in its wake was dangerous, the kind of silence that preceded storms. Pregnant.

“About how you deceived me? About how you’re engaged to another woman who’s the complete opposite of me?” I look at him, utterly heartbroken. It’s almost as if I can hear something inside me shattering into a million pieces. I can’t bring myself to tell him about the baby — I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. No. He can’t know. He mustn’t... what if he asks me to terminate the pregnancy? Or worse, what if he demands custody of the baby? No, that can’t happen... I can’t tell him. “You owe me no explanations. I’ll let your fiancée in now,” I say finally, turning away and leaving the room quickly before he can say another word. “Ms. Sidney? You can go in. Mr. Hart is ready for you.”

she repeated fiercely, as if she couldn't believe her ears, “How the hell are you supposed to pay back that kind of money?” She paced the kitchen, trying to process everything that had happened in the past thirty minutes. It was happening so fast she wondered if she was dreaming, but she wasn't. This was really happening. Her brother owed twenty five grand to two men who looked like they'd go to dangerous lengths to get whatever they wanted. She didn't want to imagine the worst, so she closed her mind against the thoughts creeping up in her mind. “They're gang members, aren't they?” Susan asked as she finally stopped pacing, but she already knew the answer to her own question.

GABRIEL: "They took her away. Please don't hurt me," the trembling man begged, as he peered at my face and lowered his head. "Who took them?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Mr. Hunter," he stammered, and my brows furrowed as I let go of him. Hunter Declan. I knew he worked for the rival mafia gang, the Hudson Group. Before I could ask further questions, my phone rang. It was Roman Hudson calling.

His eyes lit up excitedly. "I swear." Aunt Valentina then told the dark past of Luciano's mother. According to Aunt Valentina's story, Luciano's mother was a servant in Romano’s house. She was involved in an illicit relationship with the Romano family only son. When they knew that she was pregnant, she was expelled from the city of Rome. "Your dad didn't even know that your mother was pregnant. Your mother didn't have time to say anything when she left." "Why, Auntie? Why did my mother just leave like that?"