Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

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L I L I A N A

I had just stepped into the helicopter when it lifted off, heading toward the yacht.

The city below shrank quickly as the helicopter soared higher, leaving the noise of my everyday life behind.

The blue Mediterranean Sea spread out beneath us, endless and beautiful.

I told Marcello that I had a "work trip," nothing more than that.

He didn't ask for details because he was in Europe to see my sister.

But I didn't care since I did not have my eyes on Marcello, I had my eyes set on his father.

I didn't bring my most seductive bikini for nothing, am I right?

It didn't take long for the helicopter to descend toward the yacht, and I spotted Alessandro's massive vessel, glistening like a jewel on the water.

The yacht looked even more impressive up close, a floating palace of polished wood and gleaming metal.

I could see the crew preparing for our arrival, but what caught my eye immediately was Alessandro, standing at the edge of the yacht.

He was dressed only in a pair of black swim trunks, his muscular frame glistening in the sunlight.

The helicopter landed safely, as I climbed out of it, my eyes instantly searched for him, and there he was, standing on the deck of the yacht with that grin of his, confident, charming, warm.

But there's something else in his eyes too, the fact that we will spend time with each other, without his son, Marcello.

My pulse quickened at the sight of him since he was wearing nothing but black swim trunks.

I had always known that he was fit, but seeing him like this, so effortlessly powerful, made something stir deep inside me.

His body was like something out of a dream, sculpted, defined muscles that seemed to ripple with every movement.

I could see the outline of his big cock from his black swim trunks, and I tried not to stare too obviously, but it was hard not to.

His abs were chiseled, his arms were strong, and his tan skin gleamed under the midday sun. He looked... perfect almost like some kind of Greek god.

I felt my face flush, and my stomach did a strange flip.

He was the kind of man that made every woman look twice at him, and I had heard from different magazines that women easily fell for him.

"You made it," Alessandro said, his voice deep and warm, with a subtle note of approval.

"I'm glad you could join me." His eyes ran over me in a way that made me feel both seen and invisible, all at once.

"Of course," I replied, trying to sound confident, but my voice was a little breathless. "This place is incredible."

He smiled again, a little knowing smile that made my heart race even faster. "It's one of my favorite places to relax. The sea, the air... It's the perfect escape for me."

But then my eyes fell on the people standing behind him.

I froze for a second, the smile that had been on my lips faltering.

Bianca Russo.

Alessandro's daughter, a beautiful 16-year-old, was standing there with a few of her friends, all wearing brightly colored swimsuits and large sunglasses, laughing and talking like they owned the place.