"She's carrying a child, Marcelo." I froze, in total disbelief of what I just heard."So, you can go ahead and kill me." My father smirked."Once my people don't hear from me in the next few hours, they'll be sending her dead body to you." He threatened.I hesitantly let go of my father, signifying to my men to lower their weapons too.He was clearly several steps ahead of me, and had the upper hand in this situation."That's right, son! Show some respect." He taunted, as he casually straightened out a few creases on his shirt. Oh, he had no idea how much 'respect' I wanted to show him."You still haven't told me what you're really here for." I said in a hostile tone.My father looked up at me, before casually pinching my cheek like he always did when I was younger."Ey, don't be like that, son!" He said in a low, husky voice. I resisted the urge to shudder at his attempt to make us look like we shared some kind of bond."I just got out of jail. Don't tell me I'm not allowed to com
Emilia~I had recently come to a realization that grocery shopping, or any other kind of shopping for that matter, can be regarded as a form of torture. I'd rather be anywhere else, than in the middle of a giant-ass store, with a shopping cart in my hand. I hated the stress that came with going down one aisle after another, in search of specific products.Don't even get me started with the people I come across in places like this. I swear, they totally give me the creeps. It felt like I was in an entirely different part of this town, because everybody was weird around here.It would be too early for me to start attributing things like this to my pregnancy hormones, so I guess this one was all on me. I had this urge to make haste and get as far away from this place as possible."Ugh, thank God!" I sighed out in relief, as I was finally able to spot a product I had been looking for the whole time.I quickly added it to my cart, before proceeding to go through my list for the remaining
Emilia~You know what? Maybe I'm gradually loosing it, because it's been over two hours since I had been standing guard behind the door, and I was yet to hear a single sound. I had to come to terms with the fact that I may just be seeing things, and nobody was actually jobless enough to be following me around town in freaking sedan. I let out a yawn, as a result of the exhaustion I had just put my body through. Perhaps, having a thorough bath and a nap wouldn't be too bad.I stood up from where I had been sitting in front of the door, stretching my body a little, before heading towards the direction of my room. I had already started to strip off my clothes, even before I got into the shower. That was how badly I needed it.Finally stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the faucet in preparation for my long anticipated bath. A moan escaped my lips, as the cold water ran all the way from my hair, down to my tensed up body.I made sure to massage my scalp with some shampoo, before go
Marcelo~How long had it been since she disappeared? A month? Maybe even more.Here she was now, completely naked and vulnerable before me. She was shaking like a leaf, and it made me a little cocky to know that I still had that effect on her.I had already decided it was time to discard her a long time ago, but after everything I heard from my father, there was definitely going to be a change of plans. She doesn't get to run off so easily."I asked you a question!" She snapped, and I had urge to laugh at the pathetic attempt she made at hiding her nakedness from me.She was looking like she added a few pounds, as she appeared to be a lot more thicker in all the right places. Damn! I could look at that all fucking day."I think we both know the answer to that, love!" I smiled down at her, subconsciously taking a step closer.I had a reason for coming here, and it seemed like I was slowly getting carried away. I shouldn't be here, looking at her so shamelessly and lustfully but somehow
[A/N: Very mature scenes will be coming right up. I don't feel like I should still be warning anybody about this. If you know you are not up to the age of 18, or you can't handle sexually explicit scenes, this book is so not for you.]Emilia~"You need to leave!" I blurted out, suddenly putting some distance between myself and Marcelo.I now realized what he was doing, and I was instantly snapped out of whatever spell he put on me. He was wielding my need as one big weapon. He obviously plans to try and trap me with it, make me forget everything about the freedom I crave so badly. I wasn't going to have it."My sister may be back anytime from now, and she won't be too happy to see you here." Marcelo let out scoff, before coming closer to me again. Every single time he comes this close to me, I find it hard to think properly. It was almost as if he already knew that."What about you, Em?" He whispered huskily, and I felt my nipples harden at the sound."Aren't you happy to see me?"
Emilia~"Marcelo!" I breathed out shakily, as my body felt like it was on the verge of a breakdown.I had been over the edge for a total of two times already, and Marcelo didn't seem like he was about to stop anytime soon.At this point, my legs felt like they couldn't hold up my weight any longer. With every thrust, they wobbled."Oh, fuck!" I moaned, feeling yet another orgasm."Hold it back." Marcelo grunted, not stopping his for once."Don't you dare cum, until I ask you too." I bit my lips, not really sure about how I was supposed to hold back an orgasm.His cock suddenly slid out of my pussy, making my entire body tremble with ecstasy. A part of me couldn't take anymore of the pleasure, while another part still craved more. Marcelo however, didn't care about the inner conflict I was having with myself, as he slid his way into me again.A humorless laughter escaped my lips, followed by me crying and bawling my eyes out. I still didn't want him to stop, and he didn't."Shit...I
Emilia~I let out another sigh for the umpteenth time tonight.The day was over and I had been saddled with the responsibility of closing the diner for the night. It was actually Chloe's responsibility, but I really don't know where she keeps running off to, these days.Times like this, I wish I had a cellphone or I at least, know how to drive. Now I had to do everything, and still find my way home by myself.I was now going from table to table, collecting all the used dishes and cutleries. I might not be able to wash them all tonight, but I definitely wasn't going to leave them lying there.Something caught my attention from outside the diner, and I raised up my head to look out the glass window. It was the black sedan again, the same car that had followed me all the way home, just the other day. It was parked across from the diner, and I could see a man in black coat, leaning against the front door with a cigarette in his hand.Our eyes met, and instant chills went down my spine. H
EmiliaI covered my ears with my hands, as sounds of gunshots echoed through the air. Pete and his fellow henchmen were busy spraying bullets on Marcelo and I, as we hid behind a random counter in the kitchen area.To say Jennie's diner was a wreck would be an understatement, as tables, chairs and even walls now had bullet holes in them. Broken glasses and utensils were all over the place, even as I discreetly tried to crawl to safety.Marcelo pulled me back to himself, pressing me up against the counter, and making me look into his eyes. I tried my best to focus on him, despite the fact that I was finding it difficult to make out his words.Suddenly, Marcelo's grip on my both arms tightened, and he shook me violently. I guess he was trying to shake me out of my panicked state."Emilia, look at me!" He breathed harshly, and I could feel his nails digging into my skin.The gunshots still continued, and it was a surprise that neither of us have been hit yet."I'm going to need you to d
[A/N: as you might already know, we're finally coming to the end of this book and this might as well be the very last chapter. I'm so excited to finally move on to my next project... lol 😊I want to say a very big thanks to you devoted readers that made writing a fun experience for me. I promise there's more better reads to come.]Emilia~"You still want to do this?" I whispered to Marcelo, as we linked our arms together in front of the makeshift aisle.A number of Marcelo's men, allies and well wishers were now gathered for our union as couples. I warmed my heart to see them all gathered in support of us.Marcelo looked me right in the eyes, before leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. It gave me instant butterflies like it was the first time."Hell yeah!" He whispered into my ear, making me smile like some teenage girl with a highschool crush."You go girl!" I turned to see Jennie cheering me on from among the small crowd gathered. She had little Chloe in her arms and the latte
Emilia~"The Boss is in trouble." She told me."Little Chloe was never the actual target. Donatello has always wanted our boss by all means."I wondered how such an obvious fact could fly right over my head. I should have known that the whole time.Marcelo's father was a psychopath who is hellbent on ruining his son's life. He had been doing that since Marcelo was just a kid, wanting to turn his own son into a heartless monster.The reason he wanted to get rid of me so badly was because he always saw me as a threat to his plans. Donatello had always known that as long as I was in his son's life, he won't be able to have full control over the latter.After killing his mother right in front of him, he still had the guts to continue ruining his life. It was my responsibility to save Marcelo from him."Can't you go any faster?" I shouted at Andre, who was already driving as fast as the car could take us.Donatello had planted a bomb in the church that was supposed to serve as a venue for
Emilia~I looked down at the trembling maid with a scowl. She had been serving in this mansion for years, which also made her one of the most trusted members of the staff. She misused that trust."Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't let them kill you." I spat, making her whimper in fear.For some reasons however, it felt like that fear wasn't just directed at me. She was afraid of someone way scarier, and I already had a good idea of who that was."Please, Miss...you have to believe me!" She pleaded with widened eyes, trying to grab me by the hem of my gown.I stepped away from her, keeping the unfriendly scowl on my face. She did try to kidnap my daughter, who was barely a month old. "I didn't want to do it!" She cried out."I didn't want to do it, he made me do it!""Donatello made me do it!" I wasn't surprised by her confession. It was something I and Marcelo had already known and anticipated for a while now. We knew Donatello would try to make such dirty move, and we were re
Emilia~I beamed at my reflection in the mirror, feeling all kinds of warm emotions rush through me.The last time I was in a wedding gown, I wasn't smiling this big. I wasn't even wearing the gown because I wanted to.I thought about how much has changed since then, and it all happened when one particular, green-eyed, Mafia boss made his way into my life.I initially fought hard against the feelings I had for Marcelo, but time has made me to realize that falling for him wasn't even a bad thing. I was shamelessly in love with someone who is considered "dangerous", a notorious crime boss, who is now the father of my child, and my husband to be. A criminal he is, and being associated with him should also make me one. Crime has never really been a hobby for me, but this one was way too good of an offer for me to pass. Falling for Marcelo Del Ponte, was my first criminal act. It is my only crime, and one I'd love to commit all over again."Mrs. Emilia Del Ponte." Jennie whispered gleeful
Emilia~Little Chloe was fast asleep now. She had spent most of the day being her usual loud self, and basically demanding attention from everyone in the mansion. Even the household staff would begin to run around, whenever she starts her usual tantrums. She sure has her father's fiery temper, and the thought of it made me smile.It's been over a month since her birth, and Marcelo hasn't been around as much as he used to be. Whenever he was around, he was usually either down in the basement or busy doing some mafia business with his men. He was gradually becoming too busy, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.It felt like he was returning to his cold, distant self again, and I knew I had a responsibility to make sure it never happens. I took one last glance at my sleeping child, before turning around to leave her in the cradle. My hand found the light switch and I flipped it off.Stepping out of Chloe's room, I was a little surprised to see Marcelo standing on the balcony. H
Marcelo~"How dare you?!" I roared in fury, throwing a punch at the face of the man in front of me.He was already looking like a bloodied pulp, courtesy of me. Maybe he wasn't so easy to break like I initially thought."How dare you try to defend a monster like Donatello?" I yelled out in frustration, not understanding how my father is able to command such loyalty. This man was literally ready to die for him.A small, choked laughter escaped his lips, causing my frown to deepen and my fists to clench tighter.I was about to hit him again, when my arm was suddenly stopped by Andre. I turned around to hiss at the latter, but his hold on my arm didn't seem to budge. His grip was as sturdy as a vice, and he had a blank expression on his face. "You've been at it for hours, Boss!" He said, looking down at the man."At this rate, you'll just end up killing him."I suddenly snatched my arm away from his grip, gritting my teeth at him in rage."Then, so be it!" I growled."He deserves to die
Marcelo~"Where the fuck is Andre?" I hissed at the man in front of me, before brushing past him and storming forward.Normally I'd gladly handle business, but today was one of those days I'd rather not. It's barely been hours since my woman just gave birth to our little, baby girl and I wanted more than anything to be there with them. I already felt like I was missing out on something important."He's supposed to be here! He's supposed to be the one handling business!" I protested."I'm afraid it's not something even you would want us to handle without your involvement, Boss." His statement made me freeze in my track. Was it really that important? I slowly turned around to face him, and I could see the hint of urgency in his eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, taking a few steps towards him."We found him, Boss" I frowned at the vague piece of information he gave me, looking at him for an explanation. Who was he talking about? My father?"We found Donatello." It felt as
Emilia~"It's a girl!" I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of my crying newborn. My breathing was ragged and I could hardly keep my eyes opened. It was all worth it though.A small, weak smile made its way to my face as I saw our child being handed over to a wide eyed Marcelo. I didn't think I'd ever seen that particular expression on his face before. He was having his first taste of fatherhood, and I happily watched him relish the moment.It's barely been over an hour since our little girl arrived, and she was already so loud. Marcelo didn't seem to mind however, as he cradled her in his arms like some delicate, expensive work of art.His green eyes were reflecting so much love and warmth towards our little one, and that scene right there was a very perfect picture to me. It was one I've always wanted, even without me knowing; the man I love, carrying our first child in his arms. Right then and there, I had no doubt that he would do anything in his power to protect our baby gir
Marcelo~Ever since I found out about Emilia's pregnancy, I've been preparing for this very moment. I made sure she got the required rest and nutrition, always being there to support her through the challenges of carrying a new life inside her.I made sure to book her appointments with the best health care specialists, even going as far as inviting them over to the mansion. As at now, I had a medical team on standby, since I knew she was almost due. This was her first attempt to birth a child and I would hate for her to encounter any unpleasant situation.Despite the fact that I had put in that much effort, I couldn't help the fear and nerve wracking feeling that coursed through me. I paced restlessly in the corridor, listening to all the noises coming from the delivery room. Of course I couldn't go in. I didn't know if I could handle seeing her in so much pain.Dammit! Why do I have to be such a fucking pussy, right at this moment? "She's a strong woman. She'll survive." Andre, my