Page 48 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

“I’m going to love and leave you darlings,” I say, standing up. I kiss Luca on the cheek and wave to the rest of the men.

“Ah, you are leaving?” Carlos asks loudly. I nod.

“It’s been a long day! I might just fall asleep at the table if I don’t go now.” They all laugh, and I take the chance to slip away, walking back up to the room alone.

In our room, I run a hot bath and soak for a bit. This time, the bath isn’t interrupted by Luca, and when I feel the water start getting cold, I get out and change into my silk pajama dress. I leave the balcony door open, enjoying the cool breeze on my bare legs. Mexico’s heat is no joke.

The lights are all off and I just barely hear the men laughing somewhere downstairs. I think again about how much Luca and I had enjoyed each other in this room when we were here last time.

I can feel myself getting wet at the thought, but there’s no Luca here to take advantage of that now.

I close my eyes, drifting off to images in my mind of Luca, naked, breathing heavily and thrusting into me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Luca

The women all leave us for the night and Carlos stands up, moving the party into his office.

We share a few more laughs, and the men comment on how fabulous Emelia looked tonight and ask me when I’m "locking that down". I assume they mean marriage, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

I just wink at them and they laugh like it’s the biggest joke of the year. Although, it sort of is.

“Okay, Luca.” Carlos lowers his large body into his seat behind the desk and picks up his thick cigar. He opens the laptop in front of him and gestures for me to sit down. Raul and the rest of his men stand around us.

The agreement was to wire transfer the money in front of them, as a show of trust. My fingers glide over the keyboard, effortlessly doing what I’ve done a million times before, not feeling the nervousness that I might have a few years ago.

We’re dealing with big money here, which is not something Enzo has allowed me to do previously. But I triple-checked the money before I left for Mexico. We’ve already brought in more than enough to pay the Mexicans, and our profits are looking huge.

I’ve promised my men a big bonus for everyone if we can keep this up until the entire shipment is done. And we will keep it up, because everyone in my crew knows how important this is for future business. Carlos has family who are willing to partner with us too in the future. For that to happen, however, I need to make sure this deal has absolutely no issues.

I know that my brother is still nervous about this deal, he even tried to imply that he should come with for this part. I ignored him, though, and let him sit in his stress. He does it so well.

I type in all of the details, showing Carlos before I click submit. My heart stops when I see an error on the screen, and Carlos frowns. I can feel the tension in the men around me.

“Sorry, guys, I missed a number.” I laugh to show it’s not a scam, but every single man in this room is staring at me, hands on their guns.

I go back to the previous webpage and see where I fucked up. Focus, Luca. Fixing my mistake, I click submit again and almost immediately there’s an "Approved" message. I sigh in relief and show Carlos.

As soon as he sees that it’s all through, he erupts with laughter and starts clapping. That was a close one.

“Now we can celebrate!”

He opens the drawer of his desk and pulls out a bottle of tequila and shot glasses. I never drank much tequila before dealing with these men, but I’m not complaining.

After everything happening lately, I could do with some unwinding. And getting drunk is the best way to unwind—or at least it’s the best way that doesn’t include anyone else getting hurt.

We do shots of tequila, so many that I lose count after four. There’s plenty of cheer in the room, and it makes me glad that this is where I’ve come to celebrate this first shipment. There will be more, and the rest of the money will be transferred from my own office in the States, but this is exactly the way I want to celebrate my success.

My brother could never bring himself to enjoy anything this much. To him, this kind of celebrating is unnecessary. It distracts from work. I sometimes wonder if Enzo ever allows himself to let loose anymore. He’s always been serious and a worrier, but even more so lately.

After a few more shots, the men say goodnight and I head up to my room. I’m not looking forward to spending the night inside the same four walls as Emelia.

I couldn’t exactly ask Carlos to give us separate rooms, because that would raise way too many questions, but falling asleep next to Emelia is something I’m not ready to do.

I’m still pissed at the thought of her taking advantage of me, of my family. And even more pissed that I had to bring her here–which might not exactly be her fault, but the tequila tells me that somehow she is behind it all. A mastermind of manipulation, she knew exactly what she was doing.

And now, she expects special treatment just because she’s carrying my unborn child? We haven’t even done a DNA test, yet, although I doubt she’d have had time to fuck another guy while she was creeping her way into my life, constantly showing up at the house and shoving her tits and ass in my face.

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