All Chapters of THE GODFATHER'S SIBLINGS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Amara Romano Russo POV “Everything is progressing perfectly.” Dr. Jonathan Ferrero finishes pressing his hand into my pelvis to check the baby’s position and steps over to the dresser, where his notes are. I can’t imagine how much it must have cost Manfred to fly him out here, it seems over the top considering there are perfectly good doctors less than an hour's boat ride away, on the mainland.“But…” “What do you mean ‘but’?” Manfred stands himself up straight from where he’s been resting his shoulder against the patio door frame, watching my examination, sternly. “Unless you plan on having this baby here on the island, which I wouldn’t recommend, you will have to start making plans for a return to the mainland.” He clears his throat as if he can sense it’s not what Manfred wants to hear. “Amara is only five weeks away from her due date, it’s not recommended that a pregnant mother fly any less than four,” he adds, causing Manfred to run his finger across his lip and nod like he knew

Manfred Russo POV I can’t believe Amara would doubt how beautiful she looks right now, and I could curse my mother and her stupid, designer friend for coming here today. I’ve been edgy enough due to the loose ends I had to tie up this morning, that dragged me away from her. And after I convinced Amara that her wedding dress will be the perfect thing for her to wear to Mom’s party, I fuck her in it before we take a bath together. I’m doing all I can to keep her mind off tomorrow night, even if it was her own stupid idea. We have dinner on the patio, and watch some crap on TV, that she’s recently become addicted to. Now, it's time for me to take my wife to bed and worship her.“Come on.” I hold out my hand to help drag her off the couch, placing my other hand under her stomach, to support it, as she stands. She’s really starting to struggle with how heavy it’s gotten. Jonathan Ferrero gave her a scan the day after we got back from the island, and he estimates the baby is almost six pou

Manfred Russo POV “Do you want to explain to me what the fuck is going on?” Steven Romano sounds fuming. Despite all my own anger, I manage to remain calm when I close the door to my father’s old office and take a seat behind his desk. “I should kill you!” he snarls at me through his teeth, and I say nothing, just stare the evil bastard right in his eyes.“But you won’t. Innocent women and unborn babies are much more your style,” I point out, waiting for him to show some form of reaction.“What are you talking about, Manfred?” He shakes his head, impatiently. “We both know you marrying my daughter and knocking her up with the next Russo heir, is your version of a very distasteful joke. I’ve been out of my mind with worry. It’s almost been a fucking year!” “Don’t give me bullshit, we both know your daughter is nothing to you. Just a pawn. You were going to marry her to the wrinkly, old bastard. You were going to sacrifice her chance of happiness for your own gain,” I tell him, feeling

Manfred Russo POV “What the fuck is going on?” Amara’s father follows me as I burst through my front door and call out her name. I can’t bear not knowing where she is, it's driving me crazy. The whole car journey here, I’ve thought about where he might have taken her, and I’ve come up with nothing.“Manfred!” Steven places his hand on my shoulder to stop me and I swing round to face him, raising my fist to punch his face. I drop it when I see how worried he looks. “I have no idea what the fuck’s going on,” I admit, shaking my head weakly and letting myself drop to sit on the staircase. “Daniel is my best friend, he wouldn’t hurt her. He knows how much I love her.” I tell him what I’ve been telling myself, ever since I left Mother’s place, even though I’m not entirely convinced of it. “I never gave that order,” I say my thoughts out loud again, shaking my head and having no idea what to do next. If they aren’t here, they could be anywhere.“Manfred, think. Is there anywhere he could h

Amara Romano Russo POV Anna managed to cut our baby's cord using the equipment Daniel had in his bag, and when Dr. Jonathan Ferrero arrived shortly afterward, he helped me deliver the placenta. Both my father and Manfred argued against me when I refused to go to the hospital, which at least proves they have the ability to agree on something. But after getting a clean bill of health for both me and the baby from Dr. Jonathan Ferrero, Manfred agreed with some persuasion that we could go straight home. Now I’m home and lying in bed, holding our perfect, little boy, what happened a few hours ago at the cabin feels like a lifetime ago.“I can’t believe he was going to do that to you!” Manfred paces at the bottom of the bed. Seeing all the surgical equipment Daniel had, in preparation to take our child, has really freaked him out. I’m far too tired and overwhelmed with love to let those thoughts back in my head.“We’re okay, now,” I assure him, patting the mattress beside me for him to com