Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez is a devilishly handsome mafia King. Despite being cold hearted and beyond cruel, he has fallen in love with the woman of his dreams.
But can he hold on to her? Or will he lose her because the threats he faces all come wit...
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Lira and I were on the way home after spending the rest of the night at the hotel. We spent some of the day there too because I didn't want to wake her. She was exhausted and seeing her sleep with such calmness, I pushed aside all of my work. My mafia mattered a great deal to me. It was always work before anything else. But now, she was carrying our child and I didn't care about work. I was madly in love with her and to be happy, all I needed was her.
I relaxed back into the leather seats of the SUV, my body being in black joggers and a T-shirt. Sergio had come to pick us up and I was grateful he didn't bother asking why we needed clothes. Lira was sitting bedside me, her hand clasping mine in my lap, her head resting on my shoulder. I told Sergio to get her warm clothes and I'm glad she's feeling better.
"Could you make me some pasta when we get home please?" She asked softly. Sergio was sat opposite us, his two handguns tucked neatly into his belt. He brushed back his dark hair and tried to ignore our conversation. "Of course. Anything." I smiled and turned my head so that I could plant a kiss to hers.
She wouldn't want me to coddle her and I would try my best not to but if she wanted pasta then pasta she would get. It was true. A woman could change your life.
As soon as we got home, I could hear voices so I guess everyone was home again. Lira was behind me, me leading her in, our hands joined. We heard the scampering of little paws against tiles and I grinned when Masiela came into view. "Hi Masiela." I greeted and let go of Lira's hand to bend down. The dog yapped happily as I stroked it, scratching behind her ears.
"I'm going to lie down for a bit." Lira yawned and walked off into the living room. Masiela quickly left me and ran after her. Someone's definitely in a different mood. "I'll have the pasta done soon so don't fall asleep!" I yelled after Lira.
In the kitchen, Raf was having some lunch with mom and dad. Some sort of chicken wraps and salad. Dad was busy folding up another wrap, his concentration being skewed when mom ran her hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep. The maid and guards were first to notice me but didn't say anything so I walked over to Raf and at the exact moment a small tomato fell from his wrap, rolling over the counter top. I quickly grabbed it and tossed it into my mouth.
"You want a wrap?" Dad asked me, plating up the wrap in his hand. Mom snapped her gaze to me, her deep azure eyes were lit bright. She smiled next. "How's Lira?" She asked, holding back her tongue. "Fine." I replied and turned my dad down on his offer of the wrap. Lira wanted pasta not a cold chicken wrap. Something warm would be better.
I could see that mom wanted to bombard me with a million questions but I could also see that she was doing a good job of not, at least not in front of Raf and dad. I'd have to find her alone and tell her that Lira didn't want to tell anyone for a while.
I headed for a drawer and fished out a pan and a bag of dried pasta. "You're making pasta? But I've made wraps." Dad frowned watching me. I gulped feeling a little guilty. He would understand if I told him but I couldn't. I ran the tap and filled the pan with water. "I just don't want the wraps." I shrugged my shoulders.
