All Chapters of Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

FelixI swear, if you ever want shit to be handled the right way, do it yourself.They only had one job. Find Bianchi’s underground poker ring and rob that fucker blind; after all, he did steal my patrons.They were not supposed to let things get out of control and kill three of his men.Needless to say, after the lengthy, grueling interrogation with my mafiosos, I need to get the fuck away from them to calm my nerves.One simple job, and they fuck it up.So here I am at a spot I rarely visit - the most dangerous place to be - The White Rabbit, Chicago’s best-kept secret. An underground bar catering to the most notorious gangsters in the windy city.Disguised from the public eye, I enter the rickety, tattered wooden door and reach the concealed keypad.I enter the secret pin for the night and watch as the shelves separate, leading me to a stairway that will take me to the debauchery I crave.When I enter the White Rabbit, my eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting. The room, as always, sme

RosalieI’m still reeling from my encounter. What the fuck did I just do?Here I am, trying to lay low, and I just end up making love to a stranger in a very dangerous bar, making him a very dangerous liaison.Who was he?I’ve been working here at the White Rabbit for over two months.I’d never noticed him before, and with the hit out on me, I made a note of every single person in my surroundings.After all, anyone could be my assassin.But I’ve never seen him before so I assume, hopefully, that I’ll never see him again.But damn, he was good.I look at the clock. It’s almost 3:00 am. I need to get some sleep.Thankfully, my bedroom is right above, which was one reason I took this job.I never had to leave the underground. I missed the sunlight ... occasionally.But it was safer indoors.As I finish locking up the last of the alcohol, the door swings open.I feel my heart turn to stone. Who is it now? They had the passcode, so I hoped it was a drunk regular hoping for a nightcap.I tu

RosalieI never really went off to sleep. I simply did what sleeping people do, taking deep, consistent breaths, moving to get comfortable, and sighing.I’ve observed enough sleeping people to know how to copy them.So, when Felix falls asleep, I wake up and gingerly step out of bed, my heart beating like a grinder on full power. My one fear? He shouldn’t hear how nervous I am.I reach his bedside table and grab his phone, holding it against his sleeping face to unlock it. I risk waking him up — but he stays still, and with a sigh of relief, I start scanning the apps.My fingertips fly across the keys as random letters light up the screen.I’m looking through Felix’s phone for hidden cameras or other surveillance systems he might have set up around the house.I have to shut them down so I can’t be identified once I get what I need and run the fuck away from here.After a few minutes of deep rummaging — thankfully without incident — I turn off all the cameras and let myself relax a lit

Felix She's walking away from me in that black leather skirt, and all I can do is yell out to her, and beg her to come back because I need to feel her flesh against mine.She turns around at last, but her face is distorted...ugly.I wake up in cold sweat. It's the same dream again that wakes me with a gasp.The fear that had slowly built up inside me while I slept suddenly erupts, and I find myself shaking uncontrollably, my heart pounding faster than ever.I try desperately to understand what happened and focus on the facts.It wasn't Emily who tried to take something from me - it was someone else entirely. Someone wanted revenge on me for some unknown reason.But it doesn't comfort me. Even the facts, at this point, could be conjecture.My thoughts quickly return to her betrayal as I step out of bed and paces around like a caged animal.I wish for the time to move faster so she thinks she's safe enough to return. So I can grab her and hold her hostage and finally ask the questions

FelixI walk through the forest to clear my head. It’s been a busy and tiring night.When I became Don, I had promised one thing - change.We would be doing things around here differently, and when I heard through the grapevine that my men picked up a small laundromat owner for not paying back the ten grand he borrowed from us and planned on takinghim to our spot in the forest for some ‘sprucing up’ which is our code word for beat the living crap out of him, I lost it.I got in my car and circumvented their violent plansI found them, and before I could think twice, I broke through the bushes and stormed into the clearing“What is going on here?” I shouted in a rage. “What do you people think you’re doing?”..The poor man’s face had contorted with surprise when he saw me, and he couldn’t have been more grateful to have found an escape.To prove how serious I was about change, I gave the man a year to repay the loan and shorted the interest rate to 9% - a rarity in our world.“I’ll dea