Pregnant by the Mob Boss {18+}

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ROSE

Two weeks later, I was in the kitchen kneading the dough, or rather, I was seated on a chair as it was becoming more difficult for me to stand or walk due to the swelling of my ankles, which Lev massages every night before we go to bed.

I was making a patch of Lev's favorite bread, something he ate as a child, and something that had become my daily craving.

One patch was already in the oven because there was nothing wrong with making too much, because Lev loves the bread I make him.

It was in the early hours of lunch, and outside the window there was nothing but masses of rain pouring from the gray sky.

I loved the rain, especially the autumn rain along with the colorful trees as the autumn leaves varied from brown, to orange, to red.

At the thought of the rain, it began to pour harder on the windows, but all I felt was peace despite the weather.

"What are you doing here?!" A familiar woman's voice startled me, and ruined my moments of peace.

I slowly stood up from the chair, placing one hand on my back as I turned around to face the woman at the entrance of the kitchen.

The woman I faced was Lev's mother, Cordelia Mikhaylov, and I wondered who allowed her inside the home? How did she even get inside?

"It's you! The whore who slapped me in the face!" The furious woman pointed at me, recalling the situation we had before the airplane explosion.

Cordelia reminded me of my own mother, both of them had the same rude attitude, along with their traditional clothing style, that included a neat bun and tight dress that covered every inch of their body, because god forbid if a woman wore something revealing.

"You not only went out with Sergei before he died from the plane explosion! But you're also my son's whore? God help me!" She raised her voice at me, as she ignored the sight of my large baby bump.

"Stop talking, you're only digging your grave," I say to her. 

I was referring to Lev's promise of not allowing anybody to disrespect me in the household. Last time it happened, Lev killed his ex-lover, and after that nobody dared to disrespect me.

"I'm not digging my grave. You're digging your own grave by being inside my son's home! When did whores get this much attitude?!"

"May you rest in peace." I murmured under my breath, and turned back to baking, taking out the fresh bread from the oven, putting it on the table.

Lev was in an important meeting, and he had been in the meeting since morning, as he told everybody not to disturb him if it was absolutely necessary.

"Are you one of the maids he used to sleep with? You sure look like one." Lev's mother scoffed at the sight of me because I was covered in flour.

I was done by everybody mentioning Lev's sexual past relationships. 

They weren't any of my concerns, but each time someone mentions it, it does not hurt any less.

But I could not trust Cordelia's words because she could have said them out of spite.

"The men in the Mikhaylov family always find their way to keep a mistress on the side, specifically maids!" Cordelia gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Please get out." I told Lev's mother, though I did not expect her to do anything, and I didn't want to stand up and start punching her in my heavily pregnant state.