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I'm knocked up by the man I could never have.
He’s a ruthless Italian Don.
And my best friend’s brother.
When your lifelong bestie is a mafia princess,
You end up intertwined with the family, like it or not.
Her big brother grew tall, chiseled, and powerful right before my eyes.
It’s been pure torture to have him so close, but so off-limits.
But when he needs to impress a rival family, he asks me to pretendI’m his.
I know the risks but I can't say no.
Even if it means I’ll lose my best friend.
As we fake our marital bliss, I see it in his devilish eyes;
I’ve gone from invisible tohe’ll never let me go.
But now I’m growing a surprise that threatens to destroy the trust we’ve built.
This pregnancy is an accident, not a trap…I swear.
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Chapter One - Luca
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I watch myself in the mirror as I pull my jacket on, slowly, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in a cloud. I splurged heavily on this Vicuña wool suit, but I need the men I'm meeting to take me seriously.
My steel blue gaze stares back at me as I straighten myself up, pulling my shoulders back and taking in a deep breath. Tonight's meeting is about securing a new product source, something big for the family business.
Going home with this deal in hand will finally show the whole family that I’m more than just the pretty face of this business.
I’ve been trying to get my older brother to allow me to take on new meetings like this for three years, but only now does he feel I’m mature enough. Which is rich coming from him. He’s been doing this since he was much younger than me.
But it's always been assumed that he could do it while I needed to be micromanaged. This is the perfect opportunity to prove him wrong.
I crack my knuckles, enjoying the sound of my bones grating against one another. I imagine wrapping my fingers around the rising violence inside of me, strangling it back.
It has always been like this for me; the struggle to contain the wildness inside of me. It’s part of why my brother, Enzo, has never trusted me to take on business deals on my own.
I admit that violence is like a high to me. Giving in to the wild thing inside of me always feels like a release. It’s almost orgasmic, and I often get carried away.
But that doesn’t mean that I like being used by my family like a beautiful sword that they almost never release from its scabbard.
I try to tame my unruly hair one final time before I turn away from the mirror. I always keep the sides short, but my barber left a little much on top at my last visit. My attempts are futile, these dark locks have a mind of their own.
