Page 67 of Kidnapped By the Mafia

The desk creaks beneath us, but I don’t care—nothing matters except the way she feels, the way she responds to every touch, every thrust.

When we finally reach the peak together, it’s like the world shatters around us, leaving nothing but the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and the deep, unbreakable bond we share.

I hold her tight as we come down, her body trembling in my arms, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, neither of us speaks, content to simply hold each other, to let the afterglow of our lovemaking wrap around us like a warm blanket. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, my hands sliding down to rest on her belly, feeling the steady pulse of our child’s life beneath my fingers.

“You’re everything to me, Emily,” I murmur against her skin, my voice filled with the depth of my love for her. “You and our daughter. I want to make sure that every decision I make, every step I take, is for our future.”

She turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a look of pure love and trust. “And what does that future look like?”

I smile, pulling her closer as I press another kiss to her temple. “With the rival’s empire now under my control, I’ve been thinking about what comes next. My real estate business is booming, and… I’m considering going legitimate one day. For you. For our family.”

Her eyes widen slightly, surprise mingling with hope. “Going legitimate? Really?”

I nod, my smile widening as I see the warmth in her expression. “I’m not saying it’ll happen overnight, but it’s something I’m working toward. I want to give you and our daughter a life where you don’t have to worry about the dangers of my past.”

She reaches up, cupping my face in her hands, her touch gentle and loving. “I think that’s a beautiful idea, Lucas. But… I have to admit, I might miss the bad boy in you just a little.”

I chuckle, the sound low and filled with affection. “Don’t worry, I’ll always keep things interesting. As long as you stay by my side.”

“Always,” she replies, leaning in to kiss me, sealing our promise with a tender embrace.

I brush a stray lock of hair from her face as she straightens her clothes. There’s a softness in her eyes, a kind of contentment that mirrors my own. This woman, this life we’re building together—it's everything I've ever wanted, even if I didn’t realize it at first.

My phone beeps an alert. “Time to get you to that doctor’s appointment,” I say, my voice gentle as I take her hand, guiding her toward the door. “Don’t want to be late, do we?”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m ready when you are.”

50

LUCAS

When we arrive at the doctor’s office, we’re greeted warmly by the staff who have come to know us over the past few months.

The routine of these appointments has become something I look forward to, a chance to connect with the life growing inside Emily, to feel that sense of anticipation for the day we finally meet our daughter.

As we sit in the waiting room, I can’t help but steal glances at Emily, admiring the way she carries herself with such grace and strength.

The small bump of her belly is a constant reminder of the life we’ve created together, and I reach out to rest my hand on it, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm.

She smiles at me, her eyes filled with love and a hint of amusement. “You’re really excited, aren’t you?”

“More than I ever thought I’d be,” I admit, my voice soft with emotion. “I never imagined this would be my life, but now that it is… I can’t wait to meet her.”

The nurse calls us in, and we follow her to the examination room. The familiar sound of the ultrasound machine fills the air as the doctor begins the scan, and moments later, the screen lights up with the image of our daughter. She’s growing so fast, and each time we see her, it feels like a miracle.

“She’s perfect,” the doctor says, smiling at us as she takes measurements and checks all the vital signs. “Everything looks right on track.”

Emily squeezes my hand, her smile radiant as she looks at the screen.

“She’s getting so big,” Emily whispers, her voice filled with awe. “It’s hard to believe we’ll be holding her in just a few months.”

I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen. “I know. It’s… incredible.”

“Still need to pick a name.”

“We’ll get there. Got a few months left yet.”

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