Pregnant by the Mafia Boss ✓

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Alessandro's POV

The house is quiet when I walk through the front door.

It's been two weeks since I last saw these walls, two weeks since I was last here.

I hardly recognize the place, even though it's mine. It feels empty, haunted, as if it's holding its breath, waiting to see if Liliana will ever come home.

My chest tightens at the thought. Liliana, lying pale and still in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines keeping her alive.

She hasn't woken up since the shooting. Every day, I sit beside her, talk to her, hold her hand and pray to God, to anyone who will listen, for her to wake up.

But it's been silence. Endless silence, and it's slowly driving me insane.

My men are waiting for me when I step inside, each one looking more serious than the last.

They know what's coming tonight. They know what I'm here to do.

"She's in the basement. We moved her there as you requested. She hasn't seen anyone else... she's been waiting for you." Dante says, his voice low and steady.

My right-hand man has seen me at my worst, watched me descend into darkness more times than I care to count.

But this is different. This isn't just business. This isn't about power, territory, or revenge.

This is personal. This is about Liliana. This is about the fact that Chiara, the woman I once trusted, the mother of my children, tried to destroy everything I loved.

"Take me to her," I said, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears.

The basement was cold, a place I rarely used, but it was the perfect prison for Chiara now.

I didn't care what anyone would think, not my children, not her family, no one.

My only thought, my only loyalty, was to Liliana. And that loyalty had been torn apart by the one person who had sworn to be by my side all those years ago.

The betrayal felt like acid in my veins.

I followed Dante through the house, down the stairs, and into the cold, dimly lit basement.

My footsteps echo as we walk, the sound sharp and steady.

With each step, my resolve hardens. I remember the look on Liliana's face that night, the shock, the betrayal, the way her eyes dimmed as she bled out in my arms.

I remember the terror I felt, the helplessness as I held her, knowing I couldn't do anything to stop it.

As we reach the bottom of the stairs, I see her. Chiara.

She's chained to the wall, her face bruised and swollen, her eyes narrowed with rage even in her state.

She glares at me as I approach, but I can see the fear there, just beneath the surface.

She knows why I'm here.

"You came back," she sneers, her voice rough but laced with bitterness. "Finally found time to grace us with your presence?"

"Shut up," I say, my voice cold and sharp, each word cutting like glass. "You don't get to speak. Not after what you did."

She smirks, tilting her head to the side, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and strangle her.

"What I did?" She lets out a laugh, low and hollow. "You mean, what you forced me to do. You brought this on yourself, Alessandro. If you hadn't left me, I wouldn't have killed Lili-"