My Temptatious Mobster (Book Two)✔️

13. Chapter thirteen.

Valentino's POV

I sat in my office uncomfortably searching how to make women happy. A mafia man with a status as mine was resorting on how to make Lydia happy.

It was more embarrassing to say the least. How do you express how much someone means to you without saying it out loud?

I was certainly not one for words, I wasn't one for portraying my feelings, thoughts, emotions or love.

Why couldn't Lydia just accept that everything was in the past and move on.

It's been days since I was thrown out of my own bedroom and a day since she decided to leave me for good, I was missing everything.

I was missing her presence and aurora down to her steamy wet pussy. Oh, how I missed fucking her. She was truly different from the others.

And now I was pathetically trying to find a way to win her back because of my unappealing way of doing things and expressing my emotions.

I had completely sabotaged things.

Fuck.

So far all of these suggestions were that of expressing my love and affection which was out of the picture.

Was this clearly how a relationship worked? Letting one's guard down and empathetically expressing oneself?

Sure, there must be some other way such as buying her a car? Or a house? Or giving her, her own company to express how much she meant to me.

"Have you heard a word what we've just said Valentino?" My father questioned.

I had even forgotten that he and my brother were in my office making plans.

"Valentino you seem a bit bothered lately, is it that there is trouble in paradise?" Sergio questioned clearly finding my situation with Lydia somehow amusing.

"Trouble in paradise? Tell me, what have your child's mother done this time?" My father asked.

"She threw him out of his own room." Sergio smugly taunted.

"I'm sure your one to talk brother. I remember how whipped you were when you were once married. Am I not telling the truth?" I smirked remember how he made his previous wife a queen.

"If you're having troubles with her, just tie her up and wait until she conceives, then kill her problem solved." My father suggested.

"I think it's even deeper than what he's currently portraying. The man's in love." Sergio smirked.

"Shut up. I'm not in love."

"Well, your recent behavior from the past few days seems to entirely differ from what you're saying son."

"And of course he's still in denial." Sergio added.

"I was hoping you wouldn't be in love with her seeing as though she's a Romano but if you think she's trustworthy enough....." I cut my father off.

"I just told you I'm not in love."

"It's not a bad thing for a mafia man to fall in love Valentino. Look at me, I've been in love with your mother for more than a decade and of course I was also in love before that with Sergio's mother."

"Sergio was also in love."

Maybe I was indeed falling in love.

"No fling would've ever thrown you out of your own room Valentino. There's obviously something more." My father stated.

"Well, she's having my child."

"That's not a valid reason. If another female of yours was having your child, you would not have let them throw you out or probably even stayed in your own room."