All Chapters of My Mafia Savior: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Finally, things are right again. Selena is home where she belongs. I am finally able to see how she is growing with my child in her belly. "Selena," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion as I held her tightly. Her eyes searched my own, looking for something. Assurance maybe. "I killed him," I said, my voice low. "Torres is gone. He can never hurt you again." The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Selena just stared at me, her eyes wide. Then, she collapsed into my arms, her body shaking with sobs. I held her tight, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, and the life growing inside her. The baby we had made together, the one that had kept me going through all this. We stood there, not moving, just breathing, feeling each other's presence. The smell of gunpowder still clung to my clothes. But for now, all that mattered was Selena and the baby. "He told me that you were dead. I didn't want to go on without you." Her voice was muffled against my chest, but the pain in her wor

I found Antonio in his office, his eyes weary from the constant vigilance that came with being my right-hand man. "We need to talk," I said, my voice low and urgent. He looked up from the documents scattered on his desk, the concern in his gaze immediately evident. "What's going on, boss?" "What have you found out about Salvatore? Is he still in Sicily?" Antonio nodded. "Yes, boss. He's laying low, but he's definitely there. We've had eyes on him since he left." "Good," I said, my hand clenching into a fist. "Let him stay there. I don't want any trouble before Selena gives birth. After that, we deal with him. But I want to make sure he doesn't leave Sicily alive." Antonio nodded solemnly. "Understood, boss. We'll keep tabs on him. In the meantime, we've been strengthening our alliances with the other Families, ensuring everyone knows we stand united against any retribution from Torres's men." "And the ports?" I asked, my mind racing with the strategic implications. "Has th

I am glad that Marta was able to get Selena to open up to her. I wanted to press her for more details of what happened, but I wouldn't force her to break the trust she has built with Selena. The following days were a blur of preparations for the baby's arrival. The nursery was painted a soft yellow, a color Selena had always liked. We bought a crib, toys, and clothes, filling the room with the hope and joy that was missing from the rest of our lives. Selena's therapy sessions began, and although she was hesitant at first, she grew more comfortable with each passing week, slowly learning to trust the process and the therapist. I watched her closely, noticing the subtle changes in her demeanor. The nightmares lessened, and she began to smile more often, though it never quite reached her eyes. Still, it was progress, and I clung to it like a lifeline. One evening, after a particularly grueling session with the therapist, Selena emerged from the room looking more exhausted than ever

Every day while Joseph has been working, Marta and I have been working on the nursery. I am only one week away from my due date and the baby has to have somewhere to sleep. I had decided to have a home birth. Joseph wasn't fond of the idea, but he agreed. I was worried if we would make it to the hospital since we were an hour drive away. The nursery was painted a soft yellow, and the crib was made of the finest wood. The furniture was all handcrafted, and I had picked out the most comfortable rocking chair to nurse our baby in. The walls were adorned with tiny white clouds and a mural of the night sky painted above the crib. The door creaked open, and Joseph poked his head in, a tired smile playing on his lips. "How's it going in here?" I looked up from my task of folding tiny baby clothes, feeling a warmth spread through my chest at the sight of him. "Almost done," I said with a sigh of relief. "I just need to get these clothes put away." "You're doing amazing," he said,

Tomorrow, unfortunately, I was going to have to have a meeting with the Family about how to deal with Salvatore. Now that the babies were here; I needed to handle all threats immediately for their safety. Right now, all that mattered was Selena, Isabella, and Michael. I stepped out of the room long enough to call Antonio. "They're here," I told him, unable to keep the joy from my voice. "Joseph, what do you mean 'they'? I laughed, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. "Twins, Antonio. A girl and a boy." There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "Twins? That's... that's incredible, Joseph. Congratulations. How's Selena?" "Tired," I said, watching her chest rise and fall with each deep breath. "But she's okay. She was incredible." Antonio's voice softened. "She's a strong woman." "Yes, she is," I agreed, my heart swelling with pride. "But now, we have to think about their future. We need to be more vigilant than ever." Antonio's tone grew ser