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110. The Badboy
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 111. Earth to Tiffany
The last bell rang, and Tiffany couldn’t get out of her class fast enough. It’s not that she hated school or anything. She enjoyed some of her classes.But she would rather be home and spend time with her brothers.She quickly approached her locker, eager to escape the crowded hallways and retreat to the solace of her bedroom. As she fumbled with the combination lock, a familiar presence made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.Jacob Randell sauntered down the hallway, his steps echoing with unmistakable confidence. Tiffany’s heart rate quickened as she sensed him drawing near. She kept her eyes fixed on her locker, hoping he would pass by without incident.No such luck. Jacob came to a stop right beside her, leaning his muscular frame against the adjacent lockers with practiced nonchalance. He crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he regarded her with those piercing blue eyes.“What’s up, Tiffany the Timid,” Jacob drawled, his voice low
Last Updated : 2024-10-11The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 112. You Can Have Him
The next day, Tiffany didn’t see Jacob in class, so she released a sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with him today. But Alas…she wasn’t that lucky. The library doors swung open, and Jacob strode in, his eyes immediately scanning the room. His gaze landed on Tiffany, hunched over a thick book at her usual table in the corner. A smirk played on his lips as he took in her focused expression, completely oblivious to the world around her. Jacob ran a hand through his tousled hair and sauntered across the library, his swagger drawing curious glances from other students. He reached Tiffany’s table and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bookworm,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. Tiffany’s shoulders tensed, but she kept her eyes fixed on the page before her. Jacob’s cocky grin widened as he watched her, waiting for a reaction. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages and
Last Updated : 2024-10-12The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 113. High School Drama
Riley’s fingers danced across the piano keys, the final notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major lingering in the air. She exhaled, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she closed the sheet music.“That was beautiful, Brent,” she said, her eyes twinkling with pride. “You’ve made incredible progress.”“Thanks, Riley,” Brent replied shyly. He was only eight years old, the same age as her nephew Landon, but so talented. A total protege.“Same time next week?” Riley asked.“Yes,” Brent nodded, smiling. “See you then.”After Brent left, she made her way upstairs toward Tiffany’s room. The door was ajar, and she could see her stepdaughter sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped.She looked upset, Riley thought.Her heart began to race, concern flooding her chest. What could be wrong? She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to intrude or give Tiffany space. But the sight of the young girl looking so dejected made the decision for her.Taking a deep breath, Riley gently pushed the do
Last Updated : 2024-10-13The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 114. Make Her His
Jacob sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, staring blankly at the cracked mirror propped against the wall. He ran a hand through his unkempt dark hair, his reflection staring back with piercing grey eyes.Even in the dim light, his chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones were striking. He knew his looks turned heads, but it felt hollow, meaningless.“What’s the point?” he muttered, picking at a loose thread on his faded jeans.His gaze drifted to the tattered photo taped to the mirror - him as a little boy, gap-toothed grin beaming at the camera. Back when he still believed in happy endings. Now that felt like a lifetime ago.Jacob stood abruptly, pacing the small room. His muscles coiled with restless energy beneath his tight black t-shirt. Even alone, intensity radiated from him - in the set of his jaw, the furrow of his brow. It was part of what drew people to him, even as he pushed them away.“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” he growled, clenching his fists. But the ac
Last Updated : 2024-10-13The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 115. A Moron
Jacob strode confidently towards Tiffany’s desk, his trademark smirk growing wider with each step. He could feel the eyes of their classmates on him, but he only had eyes for her. As he approached, he noticed the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she pointedly avoided looking at him.“This seat taken?” he asked playfully, sliding into the desk directly behind her.Tiffany’s sigh was audible. “You always sit here,” she muttered.Jacob leaned forward, close enough to catch the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her silky hair. Unable to resist, he gently tugged on a strand, watching it spring back into place.“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I think I might actually learn something in class today now that I’ve got such a great view.”He saw the tips of Tiffany’s ears turn pink, and he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jacob twirled another lock of her hair around his finger, marveling at its softness.“Stop tha
Last Updated : 2024-10-14The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 116. Blackmail
Tiffany’s heart raced as she dumped the contents of her backpack onto the hallway floor. Pens, notebooks, and crumpled papers were scattered everywhere, but her diary was nowhere to be seen.“No, no, no,” she muttered, her hands shaking as she rifled through the mess. “It has to be here somewhere!”Students shuffled past, giving her odd looks, but Tiffany barely noticed. Her mind was consumed by panic. That diary contained her deepest secrets, her most private thoughts. If anyone found it…She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember the last time she’d seen it. “Think, Tiffany, think!”With a gasp, she scrambled to her feet. “My locker!”Tiffany dashed down the hallway, her heart pounding in her ears. She skidded to a stop in front of her locker, fumbling with the combination lock. It took three tries before she finally got it open.“Come on, please be here,” she whispered, tossing aside textbooks and gym clothes.But as she reached the back of the locker, her stomach dropped. The
Last Updated : 2024-10-14The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 117. Do You Read?
Jacob stared at the worn leather cover of Tiffany’s diary, his stomach twisting with guilt. What had seemed like a brilliant plan now felt invasive and wrong. He ran his fingers over the embossed flowers, picturing Tiffany’s delicate hands tracing the same pattern.“I’m such an idiot,” he muttered, flopping back onto his bed.But it’s not like he can just give that back to her. That wouldn’t be smart. If he returned the diary, he’d lose his only leverage. His one shot at getting Tiffany to notice him.She’d never go to prom with him otherwise, he reasoned, pacing the length of his small bedroom. Little Miss Perfect would rather go alone than be seen with the school’s resident bad boy.Jacob paused, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His leather jacket and ripped jeans screamed trouble. But underneath was just a guy desperate for a chance.“I don’t have a choice,” he said to his reflection. “It’s blackmail or nothing.”The word left a sour taste in his mouth. But as he pictured T
Last Updated : 2024-10-15The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 118. Let’s Ditch
Tiffany read his response and released a sigh of relief.For some reason, despite everything he had done, she believed him when he said he didn’t read her diary.This was the same guy who had stolen her diary, who was blackmailing her into going to prom with him. And yet…She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. It was just a text conversation, nothing more. She couldn’t let herself get swept up in his charm.She sighed and put the phone down, wondering what she would say to him in school tomorrow.She pictured him standing by his locker with that smug grin, probably thinking he’d already won. She needed to figure out how to get through this without letting him get the upper hand again.Her phone buzzed again, and she looked at it one last time before going to sleep.“Goodnight, Princess.”Tiffany smiled despite herself and immediately scolded herself for letting him flirt with her again.In the morning, her nerves buzzed under the surface, but she kept her face calm as she w
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 218. Blissful Day
Lucas turned to Amy and smirked. “Well…”Amy raised an eyebrow. “Well?”Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Some date night, huh?”Amy let out a laugh that was half-exhaustion, half-hysteria. “Oh yeah. Kidnapping, gunfights, your sister going all James Bond on us. Is this really what your life is like?” she asked, sinking onto a nearby sofa.Lucas sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. “Not usually this dramatic.”“Says the man who kidnapped me the first time we met,” Amy pointed out.“That was a special circumstance,” he defended with a small smile.Amy leaned her head against his shoulder. “I should be running for the hills right now.”“Are you going to?” he asked softly.She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. “Not after your confession. Did you really mean it?”Lucas’s face. “I meant what I said back there, Amy. I love you.”Amy put her arms around him, drawing him closer. “When did you know?”Lucas leaned down and brushed his lips over hers
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 217. Rescued
Taking a deep breath, Lucas reached for the bar. His hand hesitated for only a second before he pushed it.The door groaned open, and for a split second, neither of them breathed.No alarm.Lucas let out a sharp exhale and grabbed her hand. “Move.”They bolted outside into the chill night air, the sharp scent of gasoline and metal in the wind. The alley was empty, dimly lit by a single flickering streetlamp at the far end.“Which way?” Amy whispered, adrenaline surging through her veins.Lucas pointed left. “There’s a road a few blocks down. If we can make it there, we can steal a car or flag someone—”A gunshot cracked through the air, splintering the bricks near their heads. They both ducked instinctively, pressing themselves against the side of the building.“They know,” Amy gasped.Lucas clenched his jaw. “Run.”They took off, weaving through trash bins and broken crates. Another shot rang out, ricocheting off metal behind them.“STOP! Or I will shoot your head this time!” A voice
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 216. Love
Lucas shifted in his chair, the zip ties digging into his wrists as he avoided her gaze. “Not exactly the most romantic setting for this conversation.”“I think we’re past worrying about ambiance,” Amy said dryly. “So?”He exhaled slowly. “I was going to say… I love you, Amy.”No one said anything for a while.“You… what?” Amy finally asked.“I love you,” he repeated, his voice steadier now. “Have for a while. It’s why I couldn’t stand seeing you with Asa. Why I acted like such an idiot.” He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh. “And now I’ve gotten you kidnapped by the mafia. Stellar boyfriend material.”Amy blinked rapidly, processing his words. “You love me.”“Yes.”“And your way of showing it was to tell me to kiss another man?”Lucas winced. “It was a stupid thing to say.”“So you stalked my date and then jumped me in a bathroom to prove it?” she asked, unable to hide her amusement. And her happiness.“When you put it that way…”“And now we’re tied to chairs in some abandoned war
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 215. Kidnapped…Again
Amy and Lucas were marched across the parking lot toward a black SUV with heavily tinted windows. Two more men in suits opened the rear doors.“Ladies first,” Scar-face sneered, shoving Amy forward.“Touch her again and I’ll kill you,” Lucas growled, the threat so cold and certain that even the thug hesitated.“Big words for a man in zip ties,” Baldy laughed.They were forced into the backseat, the leather cool and buttery soft against Amy’s bare legs. The door slammed behind them. The bearded man slid into the passenger seat while Scar-face took the wheel.“Where are you taking us?” Amy asked, her voice steadier than she felt.No one answered.Lucas shifted closer to Amy, his bound hands awkwardly seeking hers. When their fingers touched, she clung to him, drawing strength from the contact.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so quietly only she could hear. “I never wanted you involved in this.”“Involved in what, exactly?” she whispered back.Before Lucas could answer, the bearded man turned
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 214. Lover Boy
Amy knew she should stop this madness. They were in a public bathroom, for God’s sake, with her date sitting just outside. But Lucas’s fingers were working magic, and rational thought was rapidly abandoning her.“This doesn’t change anything,” she gasped as he slid one finger inside her, her hands still fumbling with his zipper.Lucas smirked against her neck. “Doesn’t it?”“No,” she insisted, even as her body arched into his touch. “You can’t just—oh!—show up and expect me to—”He curled his finger just right, and whatever argument she was building dissolved into a soft moan.“What was that?” he murmured, adding a second finger.“You are insufferable,” she managed to say, finally getting his zipper down.Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “And you’re still on a date with the wrong man.”He entered her in one smooth thrust, swallowing her cry with his mouth. The feeling of fullness, of rightness, was overwhelming. Amy clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulde
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 213. Ladies’ Room
“Oh, Hi, Harpy,” Lucas said casually as he leaned against the closed door.He drove as fast as he could to get there, and he would not leave until he got a real answer from Amy. He was tired of playing games.“Lucas. What the actual fuck? You can’t be here. This is the women’s restroom,” Amy hissed.“Actually. This is a unisex bathroom,” Lucas declared.“It doesn’t matter!” she screeched.Lucas moved fast, and soon, he was towering over her, pressing his palm to muffle her voice. “Shh…you want us to get caught?”Amy’s golden hazel eyes widened above his palm. She pried his fingers away from her mouth.“Caught?” she whispered fiercely. “You’re the one barging into bathrooms like some deranged stalker! How did you even know I was here?”Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “I had someone watch you.”“You had someone—” Amy closed her eyes briefly. “You are insane.”“How could you kiss him?” Lucas asked abruptly, his jaw clenching.Amy stared at him, incredulous. “Are you kidding me right n
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 212. Ice Cream
Asa paused before getting in the car and looked at Amy, a small smile teasing his lips.“What?” Amy narrowed her eyes and asked.“You’ve got something in your hair,” Asa said, reaching out to pluck a tiny piece of confetti from her curls. “Looks like the victory fountain at the eighteenth hole got a little enthusiastic.”Amy touched her hair self-consciously. “Is there more?”“No, just that one.” His fingers lingered near her temple for a heartbeat longer than necessary.Amy felt a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with the strange man who’d been following them. “Thanks for getting it.”“No problem,” he said. “I’m having a really good time,” Asa said, his voice genuine.“Me too,” Amy said.“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while.”“You have?” Amy couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice.“Since the day you helped me carry groceries up the stairs when the elevator broke. You were wearing paint-splattered overalls and complaining about your sister borrowing your car wit
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 211. Better Than You
“What are they doing now, Jimmy?” Lucas texted the man he hired to spy on Amy and Asa.Lucas stared at his phone as the message sent, his fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of his desk. His thoughts churned, the irritation growing with every passing second.His phone buzzed with a reply.Jimmy: They’re still on the mini golf course. No sign of anything strange. They’re just playing, talking, looks like having fun. She seems relaxed.Lucas narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.Lucas: Keep watching. I want to know if they kiss.Jimmy: They are on the last hole now. Looks like they’re finishing up. Could be wrapping up soon.Lucas: I want to know everything. Stay close, don’t miss anything.He stared at the screen, watching the little dots indicating Jimmy was typing. The delay felt agonizing, each second stretching longer than the last. Finally, the message came through.Jimmy: They are finishing up now. No kiss yet, though. She’s laughing at something he said. Looks like a prett
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 210. Date Night
Amy paced across the bedroom.Seventeen steps to the window, pivot, fifteen steps back to the mirror. Her new sundress swished around her knees – impulse purchase, one size too optimistic. Twenty-seven minutes until he arrived. Twenty-six, actually. The clock on her microwave was fast.“You are a grown woman,” she told her reflection, which stared back with unconvinced eyes. “You’ve been on dates before.”“Why am I so nervous?” she asked herself in the mirror. “It’s just Asa, your nice neighbor.The sundress was yellow – “Daffodil Dream” according to the tag – with tiny white flowers scattered across the fabric like stars on a summer night.She’d spent forty-three minutes and all her remaining dignity in the fitting room deciding between this one and a blue number that made her look like a corporate retreat brochure. The yellow won because it didn’t take itself too seriously. Amy wasn’t sure she could say the same about herself right now.Amy paused at the window, fingers fidgeting wi
