Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

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L I L I A N A (Mature Audience.)

The breeze tugs at the hem of my summer dress, and I let it lift the fabric, feeling the cool night air against my skin.

The sea stretches endlessly before me, as I lean back against the railing, looking out at the stars in the night sky.

One hour had passed since the incident when Alessandro shot the bartender, Lucas, on the shoulder, which was very unexpected since I had no idea how deep Alessandro's possessiveness ran.

For the past hour, I was enjoying the view of the sea while drinking water to sober up since the older man forbade me to drink on his yacht.

He didn't want me to slip into the sea and drown, or needing to shoot another person again.

Suddenly, I heard Alessandro's footsteps approaching behind me.

I turned, surprised to see him watching me with that familiar intensity in his eyes. But there was something else there, something darker, more possessive.

"Alessandro..." I began, but he cut me off with a quiet murmur.

His dark eyes, those piercing eyes, kept flickering toward me, then away.

I could sense something was wrong, but I didn't push it. Instead, I tried to relax, to enjoy the view, and not let the unease settle in.

Then, his voice broke the silence. It was sharp, almost frantic.

"Hide from me," he demanded, his tone urgent, but not angry. There was a coldness to it, I hadn't heard before.

"What do you mean, hide?" I asked, my voice hesitant, unsure of what was happening.

"Why don't you hide from me?" he suggested, his tone challenging.

"Hide?" I echoed, laughing nervously, though my heart was already racing. "On the yacht?"

He nodded, walking closer to me and leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear.

"Yes. I'll give you a head start. Run, hide, and I'll come find you." His voice dropped to a near whisper, and his fingers traced a line down my arm, sending a shiver through me.

"When I find you... you're all mine." A thrill ran through me as his words sank in.

He was challenging me to hide, to see if I could get away from him on his own yacht.

I couldn't deny that his possessiveness was intriguing. There was a look in his eyes that made my skin tingle, my breath quicken, and my heart raced.

The thrill of the challenge, the idea of him hunting for me, of him being so determined to find me, it sent a pulse of heat through my body.

Without a word, I turned, my feet moving faster than my thoughts, the adrenaline making my breath come quicker.

I could hear Alessandro behind me, counting to twenty, but I didn't dare look back.

It was thrilling, the thought of him chasing after me, knowing that he was probably watching my every move, waiting for me to slip up, to give myself away.

My footsteps echoed in the hallway as I made my way toward the back of the yacht, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Alessandro wasn't following, since he had finished counting.

The corridor seemed endless, but the sound of his voice calling out my name in the distance sent an intense rush through my body.

His voice was teasing, but I knew there was something more behind it, something possessive and deadly.