The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride
“Want me to help?”
Another pause.
Then a soft, hesitant, “Yes, please.”
Max crossed the room, keeping his steps slow and careful like he didn’t want to spook her. When he reached the door, he didn’t open it, just rested his palm flat against the wood.
“Is it okay if I come in?”
“Just… don’t look.”
“I’ll be a gentleman. Promise.”
He waited one more second, then pushed the door open gently.
Suzi stood with her back to him, her hair pinned up and the delicate white gown clinging to her figure. She was holding the fabric near her chest, the zipper clearly stuck halfway down.
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