Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y
Kamara’s POV “Ouch.” I yelped as the needle pricked my finger. Chantelle hurried out of her room in concern, her eyes searching around like she expected to see a stranger lurking around. “What happened?”“Was I that loud?” I asked, surprised at her reaction. She huffed, plopping onto the couch. “Well, it has been really quiet around here and that yelp had me jumping out of my skin.” I chuckled, returning my attention to the dress I was making. “Just admit that your head hasn’t been in the right place lately.” “I could say the same for you, Kam. You have been drawing designs and making dresses like you have some kind of deadline that I do not know about. What is going on?” I kept my eyes focused on the sequin material I was working on. It's been over two weeks since I had sex with Diego. The memory of it would have been harder to deal with if I was drunk on both nights. My skin crawls at the thought of what I have had to do these past months to get money. This isn’t who I intende
Diego’s POVWhy the fuck is that lady not responding to my text? I glanced at my messages and call log but nothing came from Kamara. I had kept my distance to keep from appearing desperate, but her decision to not respond to me was driving me nuts. Close to a month since we had sex and she has chosen to keep mute. Would it be wrong to barge in on her? Or did she run away? But that would be stupid of her. All I have to do is have her family out of the house and into the streets in no time. She is stressing me out. On second thought, what if she is experiencing some sort of complications again and resorted to not telling me? Knowing that might be the case made me clench my fist tightly. She is nothing but a pain in the ass. “How is Kamara?” Nana asked out of the blue. Fernandez's laughter that I had shut out a while ago drowned out with a cough all of a sudden and his glass of juice hung in the air. He had come by the house to pick me up for the night out we were having. Only to get
Kamara’s POV“Are you sure you won’t take a test?” Chantelle queried for the umpteenth time. I groaned inwardly throwing her a hard glare. “What is it with you and pestering me to death?” “Don’t tell me you are going to play pretend and act like you don’t see yourself. You have been finding it hard to wake up with a clear head and when you do all of the food you get to eat ends up in a puke. You are pregnant.” I cringed at her announcement. As much as I have been waiting for this for over a month now. It doesn’t change the fact that the idea sounds crude in my ear. Unknown to Chantelle I had taken a pregnancy test by myself when she was out of the house. I practically cried my eyes out at the result. I am not sure I want any part of this. Chantelle made a face and tilted her head. “You do know you suck at lying right?” I gulped, “what do you mean?”“Exactly what you heard. Your face color deepens whenever you lie. I know you are aware of your present condition. What I do not und
Diego’s POV“Where is that bastard?” I growled, turning my eyes to Aiden. His throat bobbed with difficulty as he clasped his hands behind him while avoiding my eyes. “Redfish was able to escape.” “I don’t care where that bastard must have run to. Did I hear that one of my packages is with him?” I questioned. “Y…yes, boss.” I cackled dryly. “It's obvious you have a death wish, Aiden. Find redfish and get my package back!” “We can’t just go after him, he is in Italy as we speak.” “So?” Aiden looked like he would shed some tears. “It is far from our territory, boss. He already linked up with Guillermo. And you know what that means.” I sucked my teeth, feeling irritated. Guillermo is one of my family’s longest enemy and he always seems to enjoy tugging at my patience. “Alright, send Bruno over. He will handle it just the way I expected you to.” “Yes, boss.” He mumbled, turning to leave. “And Aiden… do yourself a favor and keep your stupid face away from my sight.” I gnashed m
Kamara’s POV“Here we are,” Chantelle announced before letting out a loud gasp. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets. “This is one huge house. I would kill to spend some time here.” I let out a disgruntled sound and got my things out of the car. It took me days to eventually agree to the fact that I am carrying my arch enemies child and it is my duty to birth it. As Chantelle said, getting it done within no time is the best way to forget any of this ever happened. Diego had asked to send his driver but I refused and said Chantelle would drop me off. I need someone close enough to know where I would be living for the next eight months just in case I get killed. “Stop overthinking it.” Chantelle rubbed at my back. “If I go into that house, I am going to be spending months with strangers and probably have my life on hold.” “I can always come by to see you. It can’t be that bad.” She mumbled trying to look positive. “It is that bad.” I let out in a whisper. “These folks are mur
Diego’s POV “What do you want?” Kamara grumbled rudely on the other end. “Like I would want anything from you.” I retorted, sucking my teeth. “I just needed to be sure you are where you should be.” She snorted. “Like you don’t have enough spies doing your bidding. Do I look like a leash dog to you? Obviously, you have nothing else to say to me. Which implies the end of discussion.” And just like that the line went dead. My hand gripped the phone tightly. I am going to deal with her. “Trouble in paradise?” Fernando asked, throwing peanuts into his mouth. “That Kamara girl is so rude.” I hissed“Someone that I think you truly deserve.” “You are stupid.” “Could say the same for you. Moreover, why did you lie about us traveling to Nana when we are right here in Atlanta?” I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs. “If Nana finds out that I am engaging in any kind of brawl with the Mancini brothers she would have a fit.” “I feel crazy right now that I am actually involved with you i
Kamara’s POV I feel so restless and hungry. I have been moving around the bed like someone whose body is being pricked. The damned live-in nurse who also serves as Diego’s spy dog seems so keen on seeing my end. Putting me on a stupid diet that doesn’t even resonate with my cravings. Never thought I had it in me to desire food so much. I had read somewhere that pregnant women are allowed to cheat on their diets. But bitch ass nurse Candace wouldn’t let me be. Sitting up, I let out a strained breath, I won’t be able to get any wink of sleep if I don’t indulge in my desire tonight. I tiptoed out of the room, and down the hallway to the kitchen. Seeing it so close to my reach makes my heart sing in delight. All I want is some chocolates. All thanks to Chantelle and Nana who helped hide it in one of the cabinets Candace would never have thought to search. A small smile played on my lips as I reached for a chocolate bar. Tearing it open and taking a bite, I was transported to paradise
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Diego's POVA soft chuckle escaped my lips as looked down at her passed out. I glanced down at my cock still buried in her. “I wasn't even finished.” I chuckled, pulling out of her with a slight groan. I wiped her clean, placing her back comfortably on the bed. Fuck, I couldn't believe I really just had sex with her. I didn't know where my self-control went after that kiss. It flew out the window in an instant. I'm definitely sure if she hadn't passed out, I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back. The sight of her pink pussy, her round and firm breasts. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, feeling my dick getting harder. She was just so fucking hot. It made me wonder how hot her heavily pregnant body would be. I couldn't take it anymore. I dashed towards the bathroom, turning in the shower as if it would relieve me but it wouldn't didn't. “Damn it.” I groaned, giving myself a hand as the sight of her beautiful face, flushed and filled with pleasure played in my head. I could never get tired
Kamara’s POV Diego's lips crashed against mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, for a moment, I melted into it. The kiss felt so different and foreign and I found myself savoring the feeling. But as soon as it hit me that I was kissing him, I jerked back, breaking the contact. My mind was fuzzy as my hand came to touch my lips and I could still feel his on mine. And the soft scent of cigarette and menthol. “What do you think you're doing?” I asked, trying to get mad but I just couldn't bring out the expression I wanted to. Diego looked down at me and when I met his gaze, something in them made me shiver. I felt as if I was standing before a beast who was ready to devour me any second now. I was about to say another word when he pulled me closer by my waist. My eyes widened as his lips crashed against mine again. This time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and demanding. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, trying to gain access to my mouth. I gasped, and his tongue sl
Diego's POV Her grip on the spoon tightened. She swallowed, setting her spoon down with deliberate slowness. “That won't be necessary,” she said, voice even and calm, though I didn't miss the slight hitch in her breath. I chuckled, but I didn't push. She ate and I cleaned up after her. I watched as she left the kitchen, heading up towards the room and I just remained in the living room, going through a couple of things Fernando had sent to me. As I was lost in work, my thoughts wandered back to what Dave said. Sex. We never agreed on sex but we did agree on whatever to make the baby grow healthy and now sex was included in it. We'd have to erase the no sex rule but do I really want that? I've never for once paid attention to her sexually or even slept in the same room as her even though she stayed in what was meant to be our room ever since those two nights we had spent together to get her pregnant again. It had taken me weeks to get the scene out of my head. Keeping my distance
Diego's POV I stood back in the living room as the doctor examined Kamara. When I saw her back at the restaurant, I knew something was wrong but I didn't bother pushing forward into it. If she wanted to fake something then she should fake it.But after I saw her crying in the bathroom, it was more obvious that something was wrong with her, and now pregnancy stress. She was only about nine weeks gone. I have been keeping count. “You've been too strict with her diet. I'm sure you barely let her have whatever she's craving.” Dave, my personal doctor said, turning to look at me after he examined her. “What do you mean by that? She and the baby need to be healthy–”“But she also needs to satisfy her cravings to make her a tad bit happier. Are you ready to hear my prescription or not?” He asked, taking a seat while glancing back at Kamara who just sat there, leaning back into the sofa. “Let's hear it.” “From all I've gotten from her, she has been stressed, has constant headaches, and h
Kamara's POV “You do not have the right to speak to me that way,” I yelled at her angrily, swallowing my pain. “And neither do you, sister. You're throwing yourself on a man who would never care about you and let me guess, spreading your legs for him just for connections? I expected better from you, Kamara–” A slap landed across her face, my hands trembling as I glared at her. “Don't you dare speak to me that way? You do not know what I am going through and at least I am not with some man old enough to have you as his child.” “At least I am in love with him. I love Gideon and he has been there for me when everyone in the family has been flocking around you, the child who made everyone proud by getting a scholarship and is now in New York, helping pay father's debts. But you are just with a man, getting money from him.” “Oh, would you shut up Ciara? Love this love that, you are just ruining yourself. Look at him. Look at the man you are his wife. Did Mum agree to this? No. Did dad
Kamara's POV “Kamara?!” Ciara, my younger sister called in shock, taking a step back from the man she was with. “What are you doing here, Ciara?” I asked, my voice as hard as steel and I could see the worried look on her face when she saw me. What on earth was she doing here? “Do you know her sweetheart?” The middle-aged man asked Ciara who looked nervous before shaking her head. “She's just an acquaintance.” She laughed nervously, ignoring me like I wasn't there. I was about to take a step towards her to give her a good beating when Diego took my hand, keeping me in place. “It's great to meet you again, Don Diego. I would have never thought you would come today.” “It's a pleasure seeing you too, Melinda,” Diego replied coldly before looking down at the Middle-aged man. “And I see you are still flocking over her, Gideon.”“What can I say? She's my precious bride.” The old man chuckled before walking past us with Ciara in her hand. Melinda? When the fuck did Ciara turn to Melinda.
Kamara's POV. “Oh, my goodness. You look stunning in that dress. It's like Diego knows you more than anyone.” Nana complimented me as I checked myself in the mirror. The red dress really did look pretty on me. The red was a deep red fitted long gown adorned with thousands of rhinestones. It looked so fancy and it made me wonder if we really were going for something more than a dinner. Despite its look, I wish I had made my own dress. I can’t exactly fit in my own clothes anymore with the growing bump. “Are we going to an event?” I asked Fernando who was seated on one of the sofas in the lounge. “The dress is too fancy and probably expensive also.”“It was handmade for you requested by Don Diego. And no, it's just for dinner. You might come across those he works with so the looks also count.” Fernando replied calmly and I got why. It's probably because we might come across someone he knows and wants me presentable. Of course, it was nothing more. “I'll be back soon, Nana,” I said,