Conquered by the Mafia Boss

“Fine.”

She winces as I grab her upper arm and drag her out of the restaurant. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

“I needed to see you!”

“You should never come here alone. I don’t trust John.”

We stand outside in the rapidly heating sunshine and I shove my hands in my pockets as I watch her stand there. She wears a small black camisole with no bra, because I can see her tits if I look down. Her hair is up in a loose, messy bun. The blonde tendrils and her wide eyes make her look so fragile-and beautiful. I really am lucky to have her. My hand slips underneath her jaw and I thumb her thick bottom lip.

“What is it, hon?”

“Not here.”

The way she avoids my gaze gets me riled up. I don’t like waiting, but her lips tremble and I don’t want her making a scene out here. I take her arm and we enter my car.

“What is it, Beatrice?”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Not here!”

She shakes and my heart splits in half when I hear that desperate sound coming from her chest.

“You’ll tell me when we get home?”

I can only fucking guess what it is. The whole way back, she shakes with sobs and I take her hand in mine, trying every variation of, “Stop fucking crying,” because it hurts me to see it. It hurts more than I ever could’ve imagined.

“Tell me. What the fuck is wrong?” I nearly scream at her. She’s starting to freak me out.

I slam my brakes in front of my house and park as she slips out of the passenger seat and runs up the stairs, using her key to let herself in. Damn it.

I follow her, slamming the car door shut. Then I burst in my apartment and see her standing there, red tear streaks all over her face.

It tugs at my heart. I rush forward to gather her in my arms, but she shakes her head and backs away.

What the fuck?

“I have to tell you something I should have told you weeks ago.” She spits it out bitterly and wraps her arms around herself.

“Why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’m pregnant.”

Holy fuck.

It’s as though the world turns on its head. I grasp for the nearest wall, suddenly dizzy. “You’re sure?”

“I took a bunch of tests. They’re all positive.”

My heart thuds against my chest. If that’s true, why does she look so miserable?

Jesus Christ, I’m going to be a dad.

Warmth delicately unfurls like petals from a flower. Beatrice cringes from my touch and acts as though the whole thing was a mistake.

“Why aren’t you happy about this?” “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“It’s about your brother!” she finally bursts out.

My mood shifts, skirting dangerously close to the well of rage I reserve for my brother. “What about him?”

Haunted eyes stare at me. “I saw what happened. I was there in the hospital.”

“What?”

My hands shake.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid.”

“Tell me.”

She opens and closes her mouth, and flinches when I yell at her.

“Fucking tell me, Beatrice!”

“I-I was in my cousin’s room, right across from your brother’s. I saw three men in leather cuts hanging outside the door. They went in and out. It was very fast.” Her voice breaks and she doubles over, clutching her stomach. “I didn’t know what happened! Then suddenly I heard people screaming for a code blue. I didn’t put it together until we met. It was him, Jack!”

I grab her throat and pin her against the wall, waves of searing-hot rage licking up my sides. I want to bash this bitch into the wall. How fucking dare she?

“You knew all this time and never said a word?”

Her high gasp hits the air. “I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of you.”

I dig my fingers into her flesh. “You’re fucking lucky that you’re pregnant.”

I’m no wife beater, but I’d like to give her a slap across the face.

“Jack, I’m sorry!”

I bite my lip, forcing myself not to scream. “What did the men look like? Did you recognize them?”

“N-no! I think they were f-from another MC, but it was dark and I couldn’t see the pattern on the cut.”

“God-fucking-dammit!” I plunge my fist through the drywall next to her head, and she screams. White powder explodes, and my knuckles bleed. Beatrice stumbles away from me, clutching her face.

“I’m sorry!”