Hello my dear reader, thank you so much for reading my book, Protecting Mafia's Babies.
It's sad to announce to you that I will be unavailable for a while, and won't be able to update frequently. I'll try to put something down from time to time, but bear with me for like…. A month.In the meantime, I'd like to know what you think of my book. This is my ever first book on Goodnovel and also my very first mafia romance book too.What are your likes and dislikes? I'd also like to know what you think about my characters, and who your favorite is between the male lead and the female lead.I'll love it if you can also inform me where I need to improve my writing also.Thanks so muchThe Author whom you love🥰Jossie Finnah💕Grace's POVI don't know how long I sat there staring at the paper Davis gave to me, but he wanted me to sign it. He wants me to sign the paper in front of him.It was when we had walked him to the car, he kissed Helen on the cheek before asking Vincent to take care of us both. When Vincent left, he turned to me and smiled. I wasn't smiling. I was angry, I didn't want him to leave. But I knew I couldn't stop him.“How long will you be gone?” I asked him.He breathed in and out first before pulling me by the waist to himself, his intense gaze on mine“Just a week” My heart squeezed in my chest, a week, that's seven days, I don't want him going for so long, but I didn't say so. I bobbed my head slowly,“Okay” His beautiful blue eyes still continued to stare at me, making me swallow as I stared at him. Then I licked my lips and noticed how he switched from gentle just by his hold on my waist. “Fuck!” I heard him cuss before his lips moved to my nape, and I sighed in response with my e
Davis's POV Seeing that I wouldn't be able to reach Grace, I sent the gift through one of my men. I wanted her to have it so that we could always speak to each other even if I was in the other part of the earth. I can't wait to be the first to call her immediately after she receives the phone. I really wish to see the look on her face when she finally receives it but I would not be able to. It's not like I can't do it myself but… I don't know why I fear what she'll say when she finally read what I gave to her. I can't tell if I was doing the right thing or not. Harry assured me that this was the best thing to do instead of forcing her to go against her beliefs. I can't fucking believe I'm actually doing this.Harry's advice had got me thinking for days, even when he had told me what to do a long time ago, I've been skeptical about it. A fucking husband!But why not? It's Grace Daniels, I'll get for her again and again. I just didn't expect it to be this quick"Boss" "Hm," I humme
Grace's POVI had slept off in my room while staring at the paper on the bedside stool. I just couldn't understand why Davis would want me to marry him so suddenly. Yes, I was happy about it, but it was still suspicious. Davis, I know, doesn't plan to get married, ever. Why then was he bringing marriage so early?I had slept off with those thoughts in my head till I was woken up by a knock on the door.The knock was gentle at first but then, it suddenly became so loud that I snapped my eyes open to see who was there. I didn't need to do much, as I heard the voice of Helen,“Mommy!” She yelled as she kept knocking. I had locked the door from inside as I didn't want someone bumping into me staring at a paper for hours like someone who had nothing else to do in life. I slowly got up from bed before making my way to the door,“I'm coming baby, hold on” I murmured a little bit louder so that Helen could hear me. When I got to the door, I opened it,“Baby, what is it?” I asked the moment
Davis POV“Grace?” I asked the minute I heard her voice. I didn't know she would call this early or even call at all, especially when I had given her the marriage proposal.“What did you save your phone number with on my phone?” She asked so authoritatively that I almost burst into laughter but swallowed it instead. “Why did you ask? Can't you see it?” I asked, and she let out a small laugh that made me grin. This is the main reason I had gone to get her a phone myself. Grace isn't the only one who can tamper with my phone, I can also do that to hers. When I was thinking of a name I could save my phone number with, I remembered the day I had come into her room and noticed how she was dreaming about me. My sweet girl. “Davis, why would you save your contact with 'wet dream'?” She asked, whispering the last part making me burst into laughter I knew she would act this way, and I wished I was there to see the expression on her face. She must be so blushed saying it, I am so sure of i
Davis's POVOn getting there, the fucking bastard asked his men to fire at us. The fucker didn't wait for any discussion, they were already shooting at us. For someone who knows me well enough, that was the best thing to doThe fools shot at us, killing a few of my men in the process, angering me more."Fuck Raphael, I'll kill you!" I charged at the hut as I shot as well. Bullets were flying back and forth, he didn't give us any breathing space and I'm sure that was what he thought was the only way to defeat us.Resting behind one of the cars, I targeted the men guarding the hut and shot them both. Quickly I slipped into the hut through the back where no one would suspect one could pass throughThere was no door there, so I shot the wall multiple times causing the entire back of the hut to be destroyed. The gun shots from inside made me run into hiding for a while.I found the bastard standing alert with a gun in his hand, pointed at me,"Fucker!" I cussed as I saw him. He was already
Grace's POV“Just for today please… an hour,” I pleaded with Vincent, The man was never smiling except with Helen. I wonder why he was always this stiff. Training with Adrianna has been going well. I haven't been able to reach Davis for like three days now, I don't know what occurred but before then, whenever I called, he'd tell me how busy he was and why we needed to end the call. He always told me he would speak to me later on, but never did. I stopped calling him because I didn't want to act desperate.The marriage proposal letter was still on my bedside stool in my room. Have I signed it, no? I don't know why, but I didn't think it was necessary to rush into marriage with Davis. Here I am pleading with Vincent to take us out since we were bored. I didn't care where we went, but I was just so bored and needed to move my body, but the man had plainly refused. Just then, I saw Adriana walking out of one of the rooms, “Adrianna, can you come help me beg Vincent” She paused her ste
Author's POV “What!” Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs before throwing the phone in her hand so hard across the room, causing it to hit the wall and shatter to pieces. “No!” She screamed again and began to destroy the things around her. From the bedsheet to the bedside stool. She moved from the bedside stool to the dressing table, scattering the things on it, including the standing mirror. “How dare that bitch!” As she screamed and scattered, the whole place until her father rushed in, “Princess, what's going on?” He asked in shock. Looking around, he could see that the girl was really angry. Aside from the fact that she had destroyed her entire room in just few seconds, he could see blood on the ground. Lydia had stepped on the pieces of the mirror, causing an injury under her foot. “Lydia calm down,” he said to her, but that only fueled the anger in herShe was no longer herself, tears rushed down her cheeks, her hair scattered all over, sticking to her face that was wet
Davis's POVThe past few days have been fucking stressful, and I'm so glad I made sure to start the investigation from outside the country before making it into the country. It was 1 a.m. already, but I was still eager to go back home. My driver had asked if I wanted to go back home or stay in one of my hotels, but fuck it, of course, I'll go back home. I really can't wait to be home. I had informed Vincent that I was coming back already, and I didn't want Grace or Helen to know about it. My presence should be a surprise to them, and he must have kept shut. When we drove into the residence, Vincent stood outside waiting for us like he always did whenever I was coming back from somewhere.“Don, welcome back” “It's so good to be back” I replied to him as I shook hands with him.Unlike before, I didn't plan any other activities than to come back to my home. Before I could ask how things had been over here, Vincent had already begun to fill me in with all that had happened.“We'll talk