Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Oh Jesus. She’s right. I was so worked up-we both were-and I came inside her without wrapping my dick first.

Fucking moron.

“Does your father know?”

“Of course not!”

A look of terror flashes over her face. I can only imagine the shit storm that would cause. To hell with that. What am I going to do?

First, make sure she’s actually pregnant. Maya doesn’t come off as a crazy chick, but she could have easily swiped the tests from someone else.

I wouldn’t even be angry if that’s what happened.

“Come on. Let’s go.” I toss the tests in the trash and take her hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To get you tested by a doctor.”

I’m barely quelling the panic building up inside me. I might have knocked up a girl I barely know, a girl who is the daughter of my strongest ally. He’ll never forgive this. Jesus Christ, how could I be so fucking stupid?

I lead her back into the restaurant and my men look for me at once.

Be fucking cool.

“Chris, I need my car. I won’t need a driver.”

“‘Course.” Chris slips from his stool and sweeps away without another word.

The rest of them give me curious looks that I ignore. Even though I’m the boss, this is the sort of gossip that would spread.

Johnny Cravotta knocked up the princess of Les Diables.

You don’t know that for sure yet.

I grip her hand so tightly that I’m sure it’s painful, but she doesn’t make a sound until I lead her outside. The fear in her eyes makes my heart gallop.

“We don’t know anything for sure, Maya.”

She closes her eyes and two bitter tears squeeze from them. The wind almost takes them away, but I wipe them with my thumbs.

“I think it’s pretty fucking certain.”

Fuck.

“You can fucking panic when we get the actual results.”

Fifteen minutes.

That’s how long it takes for the results of a pregnancy test with ninety-nine percent accuracy.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I can’t sit down and wait. I pace the small room as Maya sits on the bench in her paper gown. Even though there’s only a thin piece of paper covering her naked body, I’m in no fucking mood.

She clenches her fists. “Will you stop pacing?”

I stop in my tracks and throw a glare at her. “Oh, so now you grow a pair of balls?”

“You’re making it worse.”

Maybe I’m being an asshole. I should be sitting down at her side, holding her hand or some shit. I don’t fucking do the handholding shit. That’s just never been one of my needs. I like to fuck, but I’m not affectionate.

As I stand there, though, the guilty feeling burns like acid. Like too much tequila sitting in an empty stomach. I can’t just let her sit there alone.

Her lip trembles as I walk closer to her, and I lay my hand on her head. I bend my lips to her forehead and I kiss her. It levels out my nerves. She inhales a gasp as the door creaks open and even I dig my fingers in her hair, heart pounding.

The nurse walks in with a sheaf of paper, and in two seconds I rip it out of her hands.

“Sir, excuse me-!”

My eyes scan the massive sheet of text-

POSITIVE.

There it is in big, bold letters.

Maya stands up. “What the fuck does it say?” She grabs for the page, but I’m still holding on to it and she tears it in half.

The nurse clucks in disapproval. “I was going to tell you that yes, you’re pregnant. Congratulations!”

A strange feeling goes through me as I keep staring at the piece of paper. I’m going to be a father. A father, for Christ’s sake. This is what I wanted, isn’t it?

And then a voice sighs in my head.

Finally.

Relief floods my veins. I’ve spent years chasing pussy after my two failed marriages, and a family is what I always wanted. This was never how I imagined it.

The sound of crumpling paper snaps me out of it. Maya inhales a huge gasp and hurls the paper from her, and then she breaks into loud sobs.

At least one of us is happy about this.

“I’ll-er-leave you two-”

“Get the fuck out!”

I rake my fingers through my hair as Maya screams at the nurse, who gives her an extremely offended look.

Fuck. I’ll pay her off, later.