All Chapters of Mafia Diego's Surrogate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Diego's POV I stood at the port, my arms folded across my chest as I leaned against the container begin me. Fernando was standing there with my men and some of the Mancini brothers' men standing on the other side, waiting for whoever it was to come to meet us. We had to settle this amicably first before heading towards the war part, but I didn't care. Since Fernando had made his promise, I had no choice but to stay back and just watch him carry out his promise. After what felt like hours, a helicopter finally landed not far from where we stood, and some of the men rushed over to open the door. And there he was, Drano Mancini. The brother was in charge of seeing everything, while the other brother was just a sex-crazed bastard with a hint of killing maniac disease. He was dressed in a white suit, a smug smile on his face, with the resemblance between him and his brother not going unnoticed. It used to irk me to the core how similar they both were and how cunning they were, but what

Kamara's POV “And he asked me to grab something to eat out with him after Nana leaves the hospital. Can you imagine?” I scoffed, placing everything we've brought down on the counter. Chantelle and I came to the convenience store across from the hospital to get a few things and treats. “Well, why not just grab something to eat with him?” Chantelle asked me, handing over her card to the cashier and it was accompanied by beeping sounds which I focused on instead of answering her questions. “Come on. Why don't you want to have dinner with him? Because he's mafia and you'd get your arm blown off again?” I paused, turning to her with a scoff. “Come on, Chantelle. This is Diego we're talking about. It's only a matter of time before he gets mad again and starts snubbing me around the house. Our relationship is strictly as it is and I want nothing more.” I reminded her, grabbing our bags off the cashier's counter as we headed out of the convenience store. The question I had directed at Die

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.

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 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