Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“You seriously think that could happen?”

Finally I see fear widening her eyes. I take her jaw in my hand. “So far, I’ve been very patient with you. Nice, even. I’m never nice.”

“You’re demanding a lot from me.”

“I know, and that’s why I’ve been patient. You get the special treatment because you’re the mother of my child.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes at me, seeing through the honeyed lies on my tongue.

It still boils my blood.

“I still want to know where you’re going.”

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“There are certain aspects of my job that you don’t want or need to know.”

“Where are you going?”

Just tell her.

“I’m going to meet your dad.”

She blanches and wraps her arms around herself, suddenly sitting back down on the mattress, and I feel a surge of triumph.

“I told you that you would be happier not knowing-”

“You’re not meeting him at the fortress, are you?”

“I’m not a fucking moron.”

The air stills as she sits there in silence, twisting her hands in her lap.

“Maybe-maybe I should come with you.”

“No,” I say flatly. “I don’t know how it’s going to go.”

Maya bites her thumb and nods, looking extremely nervous. To be frank, I’m not relishing this meeting either. Who wants to tell a colleague that you banged his daughter and got her pregnant?

I walk past her, but she grabs ahold of the tips of my fingers. I look at her.

“Be careful. Seriously.”

There’s genuine concern written all over her, and it puzzles me. She has nothing to worry about.

Listen, Carlos. I accidentally fucked your daughter. She tripped and fell on my dick. I didn’t know who she was at first, but when I found out I decided to see her again-

No.

Your daughter is pregnant and I’m the father. By the way, the engagement party is on Friday.

I barely suppress a smile as the dialogue runs through my head, even though it really isn’t funny. I should have more respect for the man, but I don’t. Not after hearing about his prejudice and how he nearly gunned down his own daughter.

Worthless piece of shit reminds me of my own father.

I drum my fingertips on the wooden table as Sal keeps his hands clenched on his thighs. Everyone in my crew knows about it now.

“All due respect, John, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I didn’t know who the hell she was.”

Frustration screws up his face. “No, I meant not letting her take care of the baby.”

Take care of the baby? An abortion?

Redness sears across my vision, and for a moment I imagine myself standing up and clocking Sal across the face. “It’s not a fucking option.”

“All right.”

“Don’t bring it up again.”

“I’m sorry.”

Simmering, I sit back in the chair. We’re in a hotel suite. Neutral territory. My entourage surrounds me, and Carlos’ will be joining us soon.

Things could get heated.

They could get dangerous.

Luckily it’s standard procedure to collect weapons at the door, so at least he won’t be able to blow my head off the moment I tell him what I did.

Shit.

There’s a knock at the door and the faintest edge hits my heart. I nod to Chris, who opens the door and frisks the men.

Carlos already looks pissed. That dirty old bastard walks into the room as I stand up and extend my hand.

He ignores it.

Strike one.

“Where the fuck is my daughter?”

So we’re getting right to it, aren’t we?

“Have a seat, Carlos.”

He doesn’t look like he wants to sit down. He looks like he wants to smash his fist across my face. Can’t say I blame him.