His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

lowered my head and had no plans of raising it, b

med like a control freak and ordered people around like it was nothing. I raised my head to look at him and

u really have to look out for yourself, right Christian?” Enzo scolded me and looked at his brother

red his brother but kept observing me unti

t thing I wanted and he was the last person I wanted to be around. Seeing him only reminde

not impressed by me going against him. “Enzo is right, it’

some reason when he said i

nd I can really find my way b

is patience. He was the last person I wanted to argue with s

Enzo who might have thought he was doing me a favor shrugged his shoulders with a proud look on hi

He leaned against the wall while smoking a cigarette and held his phone near his ear with the other. Instead of interruptin

or I’ll kill you with my own bare hands!” He yelled out. I suddenly got chills throughout my body as I reminded

ving a normal conversation, and here I was, thinking he was threatening to really kill someone. I couldn’t help but smile when I re

e phone. He threw his cigarette to the ground and got rid of the smoke. “You coming?” He casually asked and

time. He opened the door for me but before I could get in he grabbed my bare shoulder and turned me around as

et. Christian wrapped the leather jacket around my body and pointed his head towards the ca

t help bu

a car with the per

again I obeyed him and typed in my address while he sped off. The car ride was s

being pregnant, but after seeing how he avoided every single way of having

ldn’t help but to stare at him. He had something mysterious and sexy which was hard to find and his dominance turned me on. After he caught me s

the club had ever slept with him had definitely fed my ego, which is why it was a slap in the face when he ignored me

own my father will bring me down with you.” He spoke after a while and turned down

I took a deep breath and tried my hardest to appear as healthy as possible, but even

parent in peace. I was not one to judge but he seemed like the person to decide whether I was fit to be a mother or not. These thoughts we

more, but all it did was making me feel even more guilty. Lucio had always been good to me and the thing w

an possibly wouldn’t even consider stepping foot here under any circumstances, but yet he did and he did it to get

to get the hell out of his car so he could leave this neighborhood as soon as possible. “Thank you, and I feel fine,” I told him and got out of the car to walk

king a pregnancy test