Page 70 of Mafia Don's Twisted Union

“Mia,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

I nod, words escaping me, and he lowers his head, his lips tracing a gentle path down my jawline. His hands slide to my waist, steady and grounding, as if anchoring us both in this fragile moment of connection. His touch is soft, reverent, as his lips skim the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving warmth in their wake.

My breath catches as his hand brushes my lower back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I tilt my head back, surrendering to the tenderness of his embrace. It’s notabout desire or passion—it’s about comfort, about trust, about the unspoken promise that whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.

Later, as we lie together in the warm glow of the bedroom, Carlito’s hand rests lightly on my stomach. His touch is gentle, reverent, and my heart swells at the sight of his dark eyes focused solely on me.

“This is it,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight I know all too well. “Our chance to make things right. To give our child the life we never had.”

I place my hand over his, lacing our fingers together. “And we’ll do it, Carlito. No more running, no more fear. Just... us.”

The sound of the city hums softly outside, but within these walls, the world feels far away. For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no war to fight, no secrets to unravel—only the quiet promise of a future we’ll build together.

The End

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