249. Diego
I had to do this for us. For Claudia. For my pup. For the future I wanted for my family.
I had spent my life killing, spilling blood without remorse, and living by the ruthless code of the mafia. Fear had never been a word in my dictionary. But now, as I stood outside the dining hall, ready to face my soon to be father in law and my best friend, my heart pounded harder than it ever had on the battlefield.
I was scared. Not of death. Not of torture.
I was scared of facing my best friend and telling him that I was his daughter’s mate. That I had already slept with her and that she was carrying my pup.
I ran a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing. How the hell had it come to this?
I had known Claudia since she was just a child. I had watched over her, taken care o
