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18. Dinner Date
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 261. No Fantasy
Landon flinched.Not visibly. Not the way most people would. But his breath stilled, and the line of his jaw tightened under her hand. Fury ran through his veins as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The lightness of his earlier mood was fading away.Daphne dropped her gaze. “They said it would make me a better assassin. No distractions. No softness. No accidents to slow me down. They were right, I guess.”“Daphne,” he said, barely a whisper.“I didn’t fight it. That’s the worst part. I guess I couldn’t. If I wasn’t useful, they would kill me. I learned that early on.”He held her tighter.Landon had done dark things in his life. He’d ordered hits, moved weapons, trafficked intel across continents. But this? The idea of someone slicing away pieces of her, of Daphne, so she’d be easier to control? That made his vision turn red.“I would’ve burned that place to the ground,” he said, voice like gravel.She laughed. “Well, too bad you weren’t there to play the hero. It was a long time
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 260. You Deserve Better
Later that night, the villa had gone quiet.Daphne stood outside Landon’s bedroom door for way too long.Her arms were crossed, one bare foot tapping against the cool tile, and her reflection in the gilded mirror across the hall looked unimpressed with her hesitation.This is stupid.It was just a room. Just a door. Just a man who, unfortunately, made her pulse do inconvenient things.Daphne exhaled sharply through her nose. “You’ve killed people,” she muttered under her breath. “You’ve faced down cartel enforcers, waded through blood, and eaten airport sushi. Get it together.”Her hand hovered near the doorknob.Still, her stomach fluttered like a traitor.She glared down at herself. “Don’t be nervous,” she scolded in a fierce whisper. “He is just…he is just Landon. Annoying. Bossy. Smirks too much. Someone you have already fucked more than once.”But her fingers curled around the doorknob anyway.She opened the door slowly.Landon was sprawled across the bed like some smug villain o
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 259. Swimming
Slowly, very slowly, Ella slid the towel from her shoulders and set it carefully on the lounge chair behind her. Her arms were thin, covered in fading bruises.Daphne’s heart twitched as she saw them. She herself had plenty of bruises, but it was never easy to see it on another’s body. Especially on a girl who reminded her so much of herself.Max pushed himself up onto the edge of the pool, water dripping down his arms, and patted the concrete beside him. “Come sit. Let’s start with toes.”Ella padded over and lowered herself to sit beside him. Her legs dangled over the edge but didn’t touch the water yet. Daphne joined them on the other side, folding her legs beneath her.“Okay,” Max said like this was a very serious mission. “Step one: enemy reconnaissance. Gently tap the water with your foot. See if it tries to bite.”Ella gave him a side-eye. “Water doesn’t bite.”“Tell that to jellyfish,” he said solemnly.She dipped her toes in. The water rippled. Max exaggerated a gasp and scoo
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 258. Learning
Daphne walked down the wide hallway, her footsteps quiet against the polished tile. The villa was massive, all soft lighting and high ceilings, but right now, it felt like it was holding its breath.She found Ella where she expected, curled in the corner of the guest room she was given, tucked beneath a throw blanket on the window seat like a very small, very tired question mark. A worn paperback sat untouched in her lap. The girl was staring at nothing.Daphne knocked gently on the doorframe, not stepping in yet. “Hey, kiddo.”Ella didn’t answer, but her eyes flicked toward Daphne. Acknowledgment. Better than nothing.“We are going to sit at the pool for a bit,” Daphne said, keeping her tone light. “Sun’s out, water’s perfect. Max already claimed a lounge chair and is probably judging the landscaping with his eyebrows. Want to come?”Ella looked down at the book, then slowly back up.“Is it… a rule?” she asked cautiously.Daphne’s heart squeezed. “No, sweetie. It’s not a rule. You do
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 257. Adopt Her
Ella sat with her knees pulled to her chest on one of the barstools, chewing toast with the wary precision of someone raised in a war zone. Her tiny hands still trembled, but she hadn’t tried to bolt yet.Progress.Max had stayed seated long after the others finished, still sipping his black coffee. Across from him, Daphne wiped syrup off her tank top with a linen napkin and zero grace.Landon was pacing again.“Once we get fully settled, we need to plan an attack on Marquez,” he said.Daphne didn’t say anything. It didn’t look like Landon was looking for a reply anyway. She turned her attention to Ella instead. “Do you want me to take you back to your room?” she asked softly.Ella blinked at Daphne, her toast still hovering near her mouth.“I can walk by myself,” Ella said quietly, setting the toast down on the plate with exaggerated care.Daphne gave a tiny, encouraging nod and slid off her stool. “Of course. I’ll just tag along in case you get lost. This place is ridiculous.”“It’s
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 256. With Syrup
Ella sat stiffly at the far end of the terrace table, shoulders hunched like a bird expecting a storm. Her legs swung just above the floor, and she kept her gaze locked on the untouched glass of orange juice in front of her.Max, seated across from her, didn’t say much. He quietly chewed on a pastry.He picked up a slice of pineapple with his fingers and held it up like it was something suspicious. “You ever notice how this stuff looks like armor on the outside but is all sweet and yellow on the inside?”Daphne blinked. “What? Are you analyzing a pineapple”Landon sipped his coffee and smirked. “Our Maxwell here is a philosopher.”Max set the slice down with exaggerated care. “I think if fruit had personalities, pineapple would be the secret softie. Like, it acts all tough, but deep down it just wants a hug.”Still no sound from Ella. But her posture eased just slightly. Her shoulders dropped, not much, but enough for Daphne to notice. Max didn’t look at her. He just reached for anoth
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