Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

PREGNANT BY THE MAFIA BOSS KASI RYAN Copyright © 2023 by Kasi Ryan All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Prologue 1. Delilah 2. Marko 3. Delilah 4. Marko 5. Delilah 6. Marko 7. Delilah 8. Marko 9. Delilah 10. Marko 11. Delilah 12. Marko 13. Delilah 14. Marko 15. Delilah 16. Marko 17. Delilah 18. Marko 19. Delilah 20. Delilah Do you like FREEBIE Romance books? PROLOGUE Marko Everybody always says that the first breath of fresh air once you get out of prison is supposed to be life changing. It’s supposed to be this mind-bending and surreal experience that puts all your wrongdoing into perspective. Perhaps clarity or some other perspective is supposed to make you want to see the error of your wicked ways and never break the law again. Not me. Sure, I can see opportunities all right. I can see the op me, but I have no interest in salvation. I have no interest in reformation or becoming an upstanding member of society—I only want revenge. For the last seven years the only thoughts in my mind have been of blood and seeking my revenge for the wrongs that have been done to my brothers and myself. I have honed my skills and my methods have become more indulgent and far more creative. Every night I plot out the ways that I will make Dominetto Popova pay. Every morning I wake up to train to make myself into an even more lethal killing machine. I’ve thought only of how to get back at the bastards who put me in that infernal, soulless place. Just because I finally stand here as a free man doesn’t mean that’s going to change. Now, after all my waiting, it’s finally going to come true. My time has come. Dominetto Popova will rue the day that he ever crossed me. The guard issues me the standard set of jeans and cheap sneakers that they give to every convict once they have served their time and eyes me condescendingly. If any of the guards had any say in the matter, they would have kept me in some deep, dark hole for the rest of my days. It makes them more comfortable when I’m behind bars. Everybody seems to like it best when the animals are safely in their cages. Perhaps it is simply pure ego that spurs me to wink at them on my way out. I can’t help but want to gloat when they have taken so much pleasure in attempting to make my life miserable since I got put in this shithole. They will go to bed tonight worried for their families and hoping that I have better things to do than remember their names. They better hope to hell that none of my brothers report any more nonsense after I leave, or they will regret not murdering me in my sleep. I step outside without chains for the first time in seven years. Sunshine warms my skin without electric fences casting a shadow overhead for the first time in years. Birds chirp. Grass sure is greener out here. But none of it matters. I spare one last glance back and over my shoulder to the barred windows behind me. It would be impossible to know which window my brothers are looking out at me from, or if they are watching me at all. So much time wasted. I ball my fist and cross one arm over my chest with my knuckles pressing right into the space above my heart to let them know I see them, I will come back for them, and I will never forget my promises. Just like I know that they would never break their word on my behalf either. They should be standing here with me. They should be walking side by side to get our own justice. As I stand outside the prison, an all-black town car pulls down the dusty drive and comes to stop about a foot away from me. A stoic and serious-faced man dressed in an immaculately tailored suit exits the car and opens the back passenger door for me. He stands with his hands clasped in front of his person. I can’t help but smirk at how professional he’s being. Even given the current circumstances he doesn’t let a single crack in his armor show. Alexsi was always the smallest of our group. He was the fast, quiet one who happened to have the luck not to be with us that night when everything went to shit. Derek and Martino had worried, in the beginning, that Alexsi would betray us. They thought his spine was too soft. They imagined that he was going to cave under the pressure of having to navigate our business, the gang, as well as all our lawyers and lives while outside of the bars. Thankfully he more than stepped up to the plate while we ran things from the inside. But me? I never had a doubt. “Hello to you, too.” My throat is dry and coarse with disuse as I greet my longtime partner and right-hand man, Alexsi Minov. Alexsi’s brow knits in concern for only a moment as he holds out his hand for mine. He squashes the emotion as quickly as it came. Honestly, I don’t think that I could have done all of this without him. Without him running things in my stead we would have been lost. He was the only one of us not to be arrested in the fallout. But, more than that—he’s been my best friend since we could walk. “Everything is waiting for