Valerie Foster's life turns upside down when she goes into labor in the presence of Antonio Costello, the notorious Capo of an Italian Crime Syndicate: La Viperia. In a chaotic turn of events, Antonio is forced to take Valerie to the hospital, where he accidentally signs the birth certificate as the father of her baby! But that's only the beginning. Much to Valerie’s dismay, Antonio becomes obsessed with Valerie and her baby boy, insisting on raising him as his own. Despite her protests, Antonio is determined to be the best accidental dad ever. *This is a compilation of several books.*
View More“You are Valerie Foster?” Antonio Costello asked in a thick Italian accent, his deep voice surprisingly gentle.
Valerie looked at him, studying his features slowly and carefully. He appeared to be in his late thirties with jet-black hair and eyes so dark they seemed almost black. His face, while almost handsome, had a deep scar running from his forehead down to his cheek on the right side, making him look intimidating, to say the least.He sat with an air of confidence, his posture tall and regal, indicating a man of power and strength. Even seated, his broad shoulders and the powerful build of his chest and arms hinted at his impressive height.
He looked absolutely terrifying, Valerie thought.
One look at Antonio Costello and Valerie could tell he wasn’t a man to be trifled with.
“Yes,” she replied briskly, holding her stomach protectively as if to protect her baby from the predator in front of her. She was sitting on a couch in front of him with one of her brother’s men standing behind her. He had his eyes glued to her just as he promised he would.
“Hmm,” Antonio said. He narrowed his eyes at Val’s pregnant belly. “And that’s Julian Sinclaire’s child.”
“Yes.”
The man made a face as if he had eaten something bitter. “You decided to have a child with that Russian sleaze bag? Could’ve done better, Bella.”
Val rolled her eyes. Why did everyone, including her mother, just assume she could’ve done better than Julian? Sure, he was a douchebag and a cheating bastard at times, but he was at least nice to her. He took her in and protected her when she needed it the most!
Not to mention he had gifted her with her unborn son. RIP Julian.
“Is there a point to this conversation?” Valerie asked impatiently. “Why did you bring me here?” She was starting to get quite irritable but Antonio seemed like he was in hurry to finish up. Like he had all the time in the world.
Antonio’s black eyes flashed. “A little impatient, are we?” he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.
Val bristled at Antonio’s condescending tone but forced herself to stay composed. Getting angry wouldn't be a good idea. This man was dangerous. “I didn’t think you brought me here to make small talk,” she said.
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Of course, of course. Pregnancy does tend to make women a bit…testy,” he said coyly.
Val clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to snap back at him. Instead, she forced herself to remain calm and focused on him. “Let’s get to the point. What do you want from me?”
Antonio leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he studied her with those intense black eyes. “Straight to business, I like that,” he mused. “Very well, Signorina Foster. Like I said to your brother, you have something that belongs to me.”
“What would that be?” she asked even though she had no desire to continue this conversation with him.
“A series of codes. I won’t go into details, but they are written on a piece of paper,” he paused and leaned forward. “I have reasons to believe that you have it in your possession.”
Val narrowed her eyes. “And if I did have these codes, why would I give them to you?” she asked.
Antonio’s smile was like a predator’s, confident and unnerving. “Because, mio amore, you don’t have a choice.”
“What? Are you going to kill me? With my unborn baby?” Val asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. She was starting get scared now. She didn't want to die. Despite being in dangerous situations multiple times in the past, she had always managed to survive.
His eyes widened. “Kill you? Oh no. I am more decent than that,” he exclaimed.
Valerie snorted loudly at that. Decent? This man had a sense of humor, that's for sure.
He frowned at her. “Do you have something to say? Did I say something funny?”
“If you are a decent human being, I’m the Virgin Mary.” She paused and pointed at her swollen belly before continuing. “And this… here… is baby Jesus ready to be born.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched, and for a moment, she thought he might smile. But his face stayed serious. Becaue, why not?
“You seem to have a sharp tongue, little lady,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I guess what they say about red-headed girls is true.”
Valerie rolled her eyes.
Antonio’s gaze narrowed, his demeanor shifting from playful to intense. “But let’s not forget why we’re here,” he continued, his voice low and commanding.
“I don’t have your stupid codes,” Val barked.
Antonio’s expression remained unreadable for a moment before he leaned back in his chair, seemingly unfazed by her outburst. “That’s a shame,” he replied calmly. “Because I have reason to believe otherwise.”
Val had something smartass to say. It was at the tip of her tongue but she stopped.
Because the room suddenly felt hot. Val gripped the edge of the chair. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and her heart pounded in her chest.
Antonio leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table between them. “Is there a problem, Signorina?” he asked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he watched her squirm. “Did I catch you in a lie? You know where the paper is, don’t you, Bella?”
Val shook her head vehemently. “No, no, I don’t, asshole.”
“Then why do you look uncomfortable?” Antonio pointed out.
“Just hot, that’s all,” she mumbled, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. The room was suffocatingly warm now, and she glanced around helplessly.
Was it her imagination, or was everything beginning to sway?
Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen, making her gasp and clutch at her stomach. Her dress was suddenly wet, and she looked down in shock.
Her water had broken.
Suzi passed out cold.One second, she was clinging to him, still trembling from the aftershocks, and the next, she just…melted. Her head lolled to the side, her breathing turned soft and shallow, and her lashes fluttered shut like a worn-out butterfly finally at rest.Max whispered, “Suzi?”No answer.His heart stuttered until he felt the steady rise and fall of her chest under his palm. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“She actually passed out,” he murmured to no one in particular.It was kind of cute, actually. A little hilarious. Mostly beautiful. He reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair off her forehead. Her lips were slightly parted, cheeks still pink, and her skin glowed with that faint flush of exhaustion.“You wrecked me,” he whispered. “Then fell asleep like a damn angel.”Carefully, he pulled back just enough to slide out of her, hissing quietly through his teeth at the slick heat that clung to him. She whimpered in her sleep, but didn’t wake. Max soot
She couldn’t remember if she said it out loud, or just thought it hard enough to count, but Max responded anyway. He kissed her until she forgot her own name, then pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. His forehead pressed to hers, his breathing uneven, their lips close enough for the air to buzz between them.“You can say no,” he whispered.She choked on her answer, her tongue thick, her mind a haze of everything except the word yes. She nodded, over and over, until she felt her face burn.Max’s expression cracked, something wild breaking through the patience he’d forced himself to wear. He reared up and took off his boxers, exposing himself to her without shame or warning.She saw him, fully, for the first time. The stories she read never prepared her for this.Suzi’s knees snapped together like a pair of startled clams. His enormous, thick cock loomed and dread filled her stomach.There is no way in hell that thing is going inside her.Max grinned as if reading her thoug
Max let his hand rest at her hip. Suzi almost moaned as the heat of his skin soaked through hers.“May I?” he asked.Suzi looked at his hand, knuckles freckled, half-tensed from restraint. She didn’t flinch or answer right away.What was he asking for again?“Suzi,” he said, voice more firm this time. “May I take you to bed?”Oh.She lifted her head. “Y-yes.”He lifted her in his arms before she changed her mind. She made a soft, unguarded sound and clung to his shoulders.“You are so light,” he murmured as he carried her to the bed.He set her down on the edge and knelt between her thighs.Oh, dear god…he could see her thing from up close now.He was so close she could feel the pulse of his breath against her thighs. She was nearly dying from embarrassment, but she watched him, unable to look away, and he kept looking right back.Max eased her knees apart, slow and careful, and lowered his face until his lips were only a breath away from hers. He nuzzled the soft crease there, his wa
Max reached out, his hand hovering just above her waist.He hesitated for a moment, ready to stop if she moved away, but when she didn’t, his palm rested gently on her side, his thumb tracing the edge of her mark. His fingers brushed against the curve of her breast. They were not big, but the perfect size and shape that would fit perfectly in his palms.He drew in a careful breath. This close, he picked up the faintest scent of her skin…clean soap, something floral and sweet. She tensed, breathing so shallow she might as well have not been breathing at all. Her skin was soft like silk under his touch. He could touch her all night, he decided.He kept his fingers steady, sliding them along her waist in small, patient increments, feeling the softness under his touch. His lips pressed to her shoulder, not quite a kiss, more a careful test.Her breath shuddered. She had stopped hiding, arms slack at her sides, every muscle in her body tuned to him. He felt a weird relief as she began to
Max stood and stretched his back. The dress had looked beautiful, but it also looked like a medieval puzzle trap wrapped in lace. He walked over to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a slow sip before glancing back toward the bathroom door.A quiet voice floated out.“…Max?”He froze mid-sip. “Yeah?”There was a pause, then a muffled sigh. “I can’t get the zipper down.”He tried not to smile, setting the water aside. “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
Max kept his arms wrapped around her long after her sobs had stopped.Suzi was quiet now, her breath soft and steady against his chest. Every few moments, her lashes fluttered like she might start crying again, but she didn’t.He held her closer, resting his cheek against the top of her head. She was so light in his lap, curled in on herself like a little girl.He didn’t know what to do with the ache in his chest. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not yet. Not this strong. But the more she broke, the more something deep in him stirred to life.When her breathing finally evened out, he glanced down and saw her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted. Her face was still damp from tears, but she’d fallen asleep. Completely.He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and traced his fingertips over the birthmark covering her face careful not to wake her.Jeez…he couldn’t even understand what was so bad about it. If anything, it made her look unique, out of this world. When the car stop
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