All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Mafia Hot Lords: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Claire's POV Everything felt strange. Matter of fact, I was perplexed. A baby? How on earth did she end up bringing a baby back with her? Where did he come from? I had a lot of questions. “Madam Desideria?” I called out with questioning eyes when she didn’t reply immediately “I asked a question. Who owns the child?” My eyes darted to the baby carrier then back to her face “Ohm….” She trailed off, as if thinking of a response “No one, no one” She replied hastily, dipping her hand into the carrier, as she arranged the swaddling clothes the baby came in “What do you mean no one? I mean—” I was saying but she cut me short “I don’t know” I looked everywhere but my face. I smelt a rat. “No one and now you don’t know? Ma’am, I’m sorry, but nothing adds up right now. Nothing you’ve said adds up” I paused, searching her face, before continuing “You told us you were going to a library and all of a sudden, you returned home with a child. You don’t—” I was interrupted once more, but this

Don’s POV Sun rays hit my eyes causing me to stir in my sleep. I yawned and stretched, turning myself away from the window, in a bid to escape the illumination from the sun. My right hand inadvertently moved to Claire’s side of the bed but I didn’t feel her. My eyes fluttered open, she wasn’t in bed. Where could she be? 07:13am, my eyes read when they darted to the wall clock. It was still early, so where could she have gone? On a normal day, when we didn’t have much to do, we usually slept in late, so it was a little surprising she was out of bed by this time. Maybe she was in the bathroom. My hand strayed to my early morning erection and events from last night came flooding. I let out a low hiss when I remembered how interrupting Claire was. I couldn’t even hush her because she was so adamant. The fuck was she even trying to say? Was it more important than our couple time? All I wanted to do was to get freaky, get down with her, make her want me, but she just had to ruin the mome

Claire's POV To say I was surprised at Don’s reaction was a lie. I wasn’t totally surprised. I had expected him to be taken aback and surprised that there was a stranger in his home but what I didn’t expect him to do was raise his voice the way he did. He never raised his voice at me except for that day he flung his hand off his arm which was an impulsive reaction because of his rage that day which I clearly understood and had forgiven him. But today was different. I didn’t see that tone coming. It got me a bit frightened on the inside but I wasn’t going to show it, the more reason I had also flared up. He didn’t always have to be like this. He didn’t have to always make a mountain out of a molehill. At that moment, I seemed like the only person who could calm Don and make him think alright. I was the only person who could talk to him and he’d listen but I was slowly becoming unsure of that. It didn’t appear so anymore. Don’s head slightly hung low as he ran his fingers through h

Claire's POVAfter wrapping my hair carefully in a messy bun, I stuck a hairpin in it hastily before reaching out into the empty baby bath and carrying the baby. It was time for his evening bath and I had chosen to do it. Not like Elyse, Madam Desideria, or I had a timetable to follow when it came to bathing, feeding, or clothing him. Anyone could do it, but at least we took turns and so far, it was fun. Besides, at the moment, Madam Desideria was having a bath after waking from a nap while Elyse had gone grocery shopping with Robert, one of the cooks, the more reason I chose to bathe the baby. He needed a name, and maybe a baptism ceremony. I was going to discuss that later with Madam Desideria. My search history contained all sorts of baby-related questions. From how to change a nappy properly to songs to sing to lullabies to sleep to foods suitable for an infant, etcetera, etcetera.I was indeed grateful for the gift of this stranger baby. He made me feel like a mother already a

Claire's POV “So Claire, you were saying something about receiving an email from your school” Elsye said, giving me her undivided attentionElyse, Madam Desideria and I were in the kitchen while Madam Desideria prepared pancakes. Elyse and I didn't do much except bring her utensils and ingredients when she needed them. Not like either of us knew how to prepare pancakes so we were learning from her too. “Where was I again?” A joke Elyse had cracked had interrupted me “You said your school had sent you an email. You've not told us the contents of the mail yet” “Okay, yeah. My school sent me an email, telling me to come for a diploma verification” “Diploma verification? That's new. Never heard of that” “I know, right” I gave her an ‘I agree with you’ look “I actually got a call first from the school’s administrative officer, telling me to check my email for detailed information about the verification process. Before I got off the call, I asked her to explain briefly what the diplo