All Chapters of Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DianaThe looming farmhouse emerges from the thick trees as we stumble into the clearing.My feet ache and my clothes are damp from the evening dew, but any shelter is welcome after a day spent wandering these dark woods.Anthony glances at me, fatigue etched on his face."We should ask if we can stay here. Just for the night," he says, pointing at a farmhouse that looks functional.We can see lights streaming out of the windows.I nod, too exhausted to argue.My T-shirt clings to my skin, dotted with specks of dried blood—none of it mine, thankfully.Anthony's shirt tells a different story, the fabric saturated with deep crimson stains along his left side."You need to change," I say, gesturing to the gruesome evidence of the days' violence. "Here."I pull open the backpack and bring out two fresh items of clothing.I hand him his, and suddenly feel shy, realizing that I need to take my current shirt off.I turn away, and lift the shirt off my body, quickly pulling on a fresh cardiga

AnthonyI wake with a start, heart pounding because for a moment I forget where I am.Then, it all comes back to me.Diana lies next to me, her breathing slow and even.The early morning light filters through the blinds, casting stripes across her face.So peaceful.Oblivious to the danger that lurks outside this cabin, the hitman named Damon Atwell who's been sent to kiss us both because of the enemies my father made.I slip out of bed, moving as quietly as I can.I can't wake her. Not yet.I set up my laptop on the small desk in the corner, the screen glowing in the dim light.My fingers fly across the keys as I log in remotely to my secure server, sifting through encrypted files and contacts.There has to be some way Atwell is tracking us down.Is there a trace on my computer?The phone's a burner, and I carry no other tech with me.If there is a breach, it has to be on my laptop."Think, damn it," I mutter under my breath.Maybe there's someone I can call.I scroll through my cont

With a heavy heart, I go back down.Martha looks at me from the corner of her eye, a question in her gaze – Did I take the test?I nod slowly and she takes my hands in hers.“Well?” she asks eagerly.I can't contain a weak chuckle.For some reason, I want to share the news with someone and Martha is the only one I can share it with.She doesn't even know Anthony and my real names and she's harmless.Perhaps she can help me in this journey too, “It's positive, Martha. I'm pregnant!”Martha gasps with excitement. “Oh my goodness! Are you sure? Are you really pregnant?”I nod again, tears forming in my eyes as Martha pulls me into her arms for an embrace.“Oh honey, this is such wonderful news! Do you want to tell Anthony right now?""No, Martha," I say, quicker than I intended to."I want to tell him later, on a special date. Would you mind keeping this to yourself?"I nod again, tears forming in my eyes as Martha pulls me into her arms for an embrace.“Oh honey, this is such wonderful ne

DianaI breathe in the crisp mountain air, filling my lungs with its fresh scent of pine and freedom.We made it.The safehouse.A winding gravel road cuts through dense forest, leading up to a sprawling timber log cabin.No other buildings are in sight, just trees as far as the eye can see, their branches reaching up to the pale blue sky.“We’re almost there.” Anthony’s hand tightens around mine, his knuckles whitening.“Thank god,” I whisper. “We’re safe now.”Anthony pulls up outside the cabin, the tires crunching on the gravel.He kills the engine and silence blankets the forest. My heart races."What if this is a trap?" I ask."No, Frankie would never betray me. We can trust him," said Anthony.“We should get inside.” His voice is husky.I grin. “Lead the way.”We exit the car, the sun warm on my face, and make our way up the creaking porch steps.Anthony unlocks the front door and we step over the threshold.The cabin is spacious yet cozy, filled with rustic timber furniture and a

AnthonyThe next morning, Diana and I wake up and clean the house, putting away our things in cupboards and setting base until god knows when.We play some board games, eat lunch separately since Diana was hungrier before I was and wanted to nap in the afternoon.She's complaining of fatigue and I'm worried.If something happens, how do I arrange for a doctor without giving my location away?I pray for the best.That evening, we pick vegetables from the garden, and prepare for dinner.Since there isn't much to do around here, and we can't really leave, we're reduced to entertaining each other.Not that I mind.We cook for activity and at dinner, I sit across from Diana at the grand dining table, adorned in silver and crystal.The candlelight flickers across her face, shadows dancing in her eyes.She is radiant.Diana offers to help clear the table but I dismiss her with a wave of my hand.She is under my protection now, and it is my duty to care for her.To keep her safe."You don't n