**Under Review**
The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the...
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"Don Dario-
"I'm in the middle of a meeting Tessa."
"No s-sir apologies but y-your wife-
"Where is she?"
"This midwife has taken her to the medical wing." She informed me.
"Romano it seems your wife is about to pop." Killian smirked.
"We'll finish this later." I told him as I left in search of Kiara.
As soon as we got to the door we could hear Kiara's groans and wails from inside. Tessa and I exchanged a look before she wished me "Buona fortuna, signore" (Good Luck sir).
I nodded and upon entry, I was shocked at the mere state of the room. It was chaotic in here and the midwife looked beside herself.
"Luca?" Why he was in here was a bit questionable. I know he takes his job seriously but I doubt my wife needed his protection while she was about to give birth.
"Don." He nodded and exited the room in understanding.
"Oh mio Dio! Fa male, fa malissimo." Kiara groaned as she wobbled around the room. (Oh my God!!! It hurts, it hurts so bad.)
"Kiara-
"Dario, stronzo! Sei stato tu a fare questo! Guarda cosa mi hai fatto." (Dario, you asshole! You did this! Look what you did to me.) "Oh God, my vagina is going to tear apart and I'll never be able to use it again." She whined while holding onto her very swollen stomach. "Ohhh fucckkk, it hurtssss." She cried out just as I got to her side.
"Kiara I think you should lay down." I suggested.
"I can't do this again Dario, I can't. No I won't, I refuse. I'm not having any more of your fucking babies!" She spat. My jaw clenched and my hold on her waist tightened but I refrained from reacting harshly to her words. She is in pain and is lashing out. This pregnancy is by far her worse though. From the start of her final trimester she has been miserable in her own skin and extremely difficult to deal with. She remained at home as requested although by the looks of it she would've done that anyway. She got huge and could hardly walk or stand for too. She couldn't even play with the boys like she wanted to. I guess that confirmed how different of an experience it is when a woman is carrying more than one baby at a time.
I helped Kiara to the bed and held her hand while she groaned in pain. The midwife Ms.Betty was already all set and watching me expectantly.
"We both know I'm not leaving this room Betty. Do what you must to ensure my wife had a safe delivery."
"Yes sir, of course." This was actually a first for me. I missed both my sons delivery. Massimo's delivery wasn't any fault of mine but apparently they don't allow men in the hospital room during birth in America. It's preposterous. Matteo on the other hand, well we were in the middle of a war. I need not say more, bad timing. Betty delivered him though and has been on my payroll since.
