Pregnant By A Muthaf*ckin' Don 2


 
 
 
 PREGNANT BY A MUTHAF*CKIN’ DON 2
 
 
 
 
 LISA AUSTIN
 
 
 
 
 K. Renee Publications
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 by Lisa Austin
 Published By: K. Renee Publications
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 CONTENTS
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1.
 
 Lorenzo “Zo” “Lo”
 
 
 
 
 
 2.
 
 Don Demise “Ize” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 3.
 
 Scarlett
 
 
 
 
 
 4.
 
 Dasani
 
 
 
 
 
 5.
 
 Dasani
 
 
 
 
 
 6.
 
 Matteo "Teo” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 7.
 
 Mocha
 
 
 
 
 
 8.
 
 Dasani
 
 
 
 
 
 9.
 
 Lorenzo “Zo” “Lo”
 
 
 
 
 
 10.
 
 Scarlett
 
 
 
 
 
 11.
 
 Dasani Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 12.
 
 Demise “Don” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 13.
 
 Matteo “Teo” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 14.
 
 Scarlett
 
 
 
 
 
 15.
 
 Mocha
 
 
 
 
 
 16.
 
 Teasha
 
 
 
 
 
 17.
 
 Matteo “Teo” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 18.
 
 Dasani
 
 
 
 
 
 19.
 
 Don Demise “Ize” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 20.
 
 Matteo “Teo” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 21.
 
 Scarlett
 
 
 
 
 
 22.
 
 Lorenzo “Zo” “Lo”
 
 
 
 
 
 23.
 
 Matteo “Teo” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 24.
 
 Don Demise “Ize” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 25.
 
 Dasani Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 26.
 
 Scarlett
 
 
 
 
 
 27.
 
 Don Demise “Ize” Rinaldi
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter
 One
 
 
 
 LORENZO “ZO” “LO”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 “P
 reciate that.”
 I passed the valet a fifty dollar bill as he ripped the ticket from my key fob and handed the keys to me. Mocha was in the front seat with her arms crossed, flustered skin, and stiffened posture. I knew that not only was she upset, she was ready to beat some ass. Slipping into the driver’s seat, I wasted no time pulling my Range into traffic. Since the Gala was still in full swing I was able to maneuver with ease.
 The shrills and gasps that echoed around the room as white chocolate devoured Mocha’s pussy while deep throating my dick, unnerved a nigga. The disgust plastered on the many faces in attendance, I know is forever etched in Mocha’s memory. The night of her birthday was recorded just for her and I to be able to look back at it and kick shit about it later. Not for every muthafucka in Jagoda Bay to witness. Shit was fucked up.
 “Moke. I’on know what the fuck that was back there, but on my mama a nigga sorry as fuck. The mob probably got some enemies-”
 Mocha scoffed. The semidarkness of her skin, hid the flush in her cheeks. Mocha’s left leg bounced rapidly in the skin-tight dress that I’d been eager to get her out of all night. Seeing her work the room with my rock on her finger and to know that underneath her dress lied stretch marks from birthing my son had a nigga feeling like the luckiest nigga in the world. Mocha was mine. The one. The only one. But, I’d fucked up and I didn’t even do shit.
 “You said what now, Lorenzo?”
 I don't know if her question was rhetorical or not but my dumb ass answered it while rubbing the back of my neck.
 “I uh, I guess the mob got enemies.”
 Mocha chuckled and slowly nodded her head. When she removed her seatbelt, I braced myself because I just knew she was about to rock my ass.
 “Lorenzo.”
 Mocha turned to face me and clamped her hands together. I focused my attention on the road because I didn’t need her ass flying through the windshield. I knew I was already gone have to get ‘em up with her pops soon, the last thing I needed was the nigga to try to kill me because his daughter was harmed in an accident.
 “And with what the fuck you just said is the main reason why, I can’t fuck with you like that no mo.”
 Mocha’s voice was calm but firm and with the way she smiled after her statement had a nigga sweating bullets. My heart dropped down to the soles of my Givenchy dress shoes. All of a sudden the necktie to this suite was so tight it was choking a nigga.
 “Hold up now Mocha,” I stammered in bewilderment.
 I know shit was bad but not to the point that her ass was ready to call it quits. Hell, we’d only been together one night. I could see if I was fucking another bitch in 4k! Shit was deep but not ocean deep.
 “Nah. You good. Take me home. To my PARENT’S home, please.”
 Mocha spent the night with me last night and we fucked all over my room consummating our marriage. I even got her to agree with moving in with me but now she was going back on her word. All because a hater had leaked our sex tape.
 Mocha turned in her seat and crossed her arms. The seatbelt sound was still going off since she had yet to put it back on.
 I began searching for