All Chapters of Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EMILYIknowI’msupposedto be focused on the task at hand, but how can I possibly be when Felix is right around the corner, careful of any need I may have?I know I’ve been working for him but never worked under him directly. Now that I am, I’m beginning to understand the man behind the Don.He’s cunning, ruthless, and trusting. He knows when to step back and when to interfere. He knows nothing about securities, so he doesn’t question, pry, or doubt.That level of freedom is petrifying and exhilarating. Wouldn’t it be for anyone?As he brings me a cup of coffee and instructs his two enforcers to remain quiet so I can focus, my mind wanders off to an incident of the past.One night, when I was studying for my SATs, my father threw a party.My mother told him to keep it quiet, and he barged into my room, ripped up my books, and told me I’d never have to study.He’d take care of me, and then my husband would care for me.The memory forever haunts my mind, for my father never asked me what

FelixWe ride in silence for a while, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as I race through the city streets toward our destination.Emily’s gaze never leaves me, and I know she can sense my worry and fear.Finally out of danger and sure the cops are no longer tailing us, I turn to look at Emily. She looks pale and tired.“Are you okay?” I ask gruffly, not taking my hands off the wheel.What I want to do, though, is reach out and caress the marks that the assailant left on her.She nods her head slowly, looking almost in a daze.“Yeah,” she finally manages to say. “I’m fine.”“You should have listened to me, Emily,” I say, guilt overriding my senses.She looks at me, her eyes shining with anger and frustration.“I couldn’t just stand by and watch. I had to do something.”I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check.I know that I can’t protect her all the time, but seeing her in danger like that makes me feel like a failure.“I know,” I say quietly, glancing at h

FelixLast night, I came inside and waited for Emily to follow.She took her time, and I gave her all the time she needed because it was clear that she was trying to clear her head.I know I fucked up. No matter what, I shouldn’t have let her come with us to bust Enzo and the Lucchese’s.She is convincing. She came into work daily on top of her game, and I started believing she was the mafia.But after I witnessed how we do things when betrayed, I’m reminded of my folly.Emily is not the mafia. She simply works for one.She will never understand my world, and she shouldn’t have to.From this morning, I promise I will not allow her into the intricacies of our operations.No matter how much she may try to convince me. It’s for her own good.This morning, she walks into the kitchen.I notice how tired she looks and how the bags under her eyes are more pronounced than usual.“Good morning,” I say as I sip my coffee. “Did you sleep well?”She doesn’t answer for a moment, just stares into h

EmilyHis words ring through my head, and beyond that, I hear nothing.Everything comes down to family.If he had known I was a Battaglia, I would never have been allowed into his inner circle.What we share, whatever that is, would crumble to dust.I feel numb. Like an athlete in ice water, slowly losing grasp of all warmth, turning robotic, letting the body take over.He and I, at this moment, seem to be over.And I can never tell him why.What should I do?I should tell him the truth now and hope he lets it go. Hope he forgives me. I imagine his reaction.What would happen if I came out clean?A gun to my head?A change of heart?An apology for his beliefs?A swift get the fuck out?Right now, I can’t deal with this.I take a deep breath and watch him closely.I try to remember every inch of his face for that dreadful day when I would no longer be in the same room with him.For when he finally bids me a traitor and forever wishes me goodbye. If good at all.His phone rings.He pick

EmilyThe next morning, he just doesn’t stop knocking on the door.“Emily. Emily, come on. I know you’re in there. I haven’t seen you since you left yesterday. You didn’t even eat dinner last night. Just open the door.”How does he know I’m in here? Shit. I quickly turn off the side lamp and remain quiet.But Felix is persistent. “Emily, please. Can we talk?” he says, his voice muffled through the door.I stare at the door, unsure of what to do.Part of me wants to open the door and let him in, while the other part wants to pretend I’m not here.I eventually give in and open the door.“What do you want?” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.“I want to talk to you,” he says, pushing past me and into the room.“And I brought you some breakfast.” I eye the plate he leaves on the study desk near the door. A few sandwiches and fruits.I close the door behind us and turn to face him. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine.“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you li