Pregnant for the mafia heir

Chapter 5

NINA POV

As we drove back to Mr. Black's suite, a warm smile spread across my face. I turned to Bruno and thanked him, expecting no response. But to my surprise, Bruno smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He led me into the suite, where Mr. Black was waiting, dressed in his signature black attire. But this time, he sported a new haircut, his dark locks styled perfectly.

I couldn't help but tease him. "Hey, You still had time for fashion when I was in danger?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mr. Black chuckled, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down my spine. "Common," he said, "I always make time for the important things like my fashion stuffs."

He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my disheveled clothes. "Annie, get her something to wear," he ordered, summoning one of his female bodyguards.

Annie nodded and led me to a nearby room, where a stunning black dress awaited. I changed quickly, feeling like a new person as I slipped into the elegant gown.

When I returned, Mr. Black's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "You look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky.

I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. But I knew I couldn't let my guard down. Not yet.

"Thank you Mr black," I said, handing him the memory device. "I got what you wanted."

Mr. Black's smile grew wider as he took the device. "Excellent work," he said. "You're proving to be a valuable asset."

“So can i leave now” i said my voice firm and calm.

He dragged me on his table like he wanted to give me a kiss, instead he smoked into my eyes and released his grip on my hands.

“Hey!” I yelled, then he s*****d my ass.

I gasped, my mouth wide opened. “I am leaving” I said and walked away, I checked my time and it was 1am.

“There is still time to party, I have to serve some men tonight” I said and walked into the bar.

I pushed open the door to the dimly lit bar, the sounds of laughter and music enveloping me like a warm hug. The bartender, a friendly face I'd grown accustomed to, caught my eye and beamed a smile.

"Hey beautiful Nina, where have you been bae?" he shouted over the din, his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

I smiled back, collecting the drinks from his outstretched hands. "Who's this for?" I asked, my voice raised to compete with the noise.

He nodded towards a group of men huddled at the end of the bar, their faces flushed with drink and their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and lust.

I made my way over, my hips swaying to the music as I navigated through the crowded room. As I served the drinks, one of the men reached out and s*****d my ass, his hand stinging my skin.

I spun around, my eyes blazing with anger. "Hey boy, what's that bullshit for?" I demanded, my voice low and even.

The man who'd s*****d me looked up, a smirk twisting his face. "Just a little welcome, sweetheart," he sneered, his eyes roving over my body.

I felt a surge of indignation, my heart racing with anger.

“What?” He asked “What the hell are you going to do? You are a lowly stripper here, so what's the big deal if I s***k that big ass of yours”. He said.

My eyes flashed in anger but I decided to leave and not do anything, As I turned I saw Mr. Black standing behind me, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

As Bruno strode towards the man who'd s*****d me, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing with fury, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Mr. Black's grip on my arm tightened, his eyes fixed intently on the scene unfolding before us.

"Bruno, stop!" I whispered urgently, tugging on Mr. Black's arm. "Do not create a scene!"

But Mr. Black wouldn't listen. He slowly walked towards the group of men, his eyes fixed on the one who'd dared to touch me. Bruno continued to pound his fists on the table, his face twisted in rage.

"How dare you touch my girl with your filthy hands?" Mr. Black's voice was low and deadly, his eyes blazing with anger.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. No one had ever stood up for me like that before. But I knew I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. I had to stay focused.

The man who'd s*****d me looked up, his eyes widening in fear as he took in Mr. Black's towering figure. "I-I was just having a little fun, it was just a fun." he stuttered.

Mr. Black's gaze turned glacial. "Fun?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think touching my girl is fun?”.

Bruno's fists stopped pounding the table, and he took a step back, his eyes fixed on Mr. Black. The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men around us.

"I want you all out of sight," Mr. Black said, his voice cold and detached.

The men scrambled to their feet, eager to escape the wrath of the infamous Mr. Black. As they fled, Mr. Black turned to me, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Are you okay little tail?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened.

I glared around looking at everyone at the club, their gaze all focused on me and Mr Black.

As Mr. Black carried me in his arms, heading towards his suite, I couldn't help but look deep into his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made my heart race, and I felt myself falling deeper under his spell.

"Don't look at me like that and do not think otherwise," he growled, his voice deep, low, and husky. "It's my right to take care of whoever works for me."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, but I couldn't help the way I felt. There was something about Mr. Black that drew me in, something that made me want to surrender to him completely.

As we entered his suite, he set me down on the couch, his hands lingering on my skin. I felt a spark of electricity at his touch, and I knew I was in trouble.

"You're mine now," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

I swallowed hard, trying to process what was happening. But as I looked into Mr. Black's eyes, I knew I was trapped. Trapped in a world of darkness and desire, where the lines between right and wrong were blurred.

And I wasn't sure if I wanted to escape.

As the night wore on, Mr. Black's touch became more possessive, more demanding. He claimed me as his own, his kisses burning with a fierce intensity.

I felt myself melting into his embrace, surrendering to the passion that flared between us. And when he finally took me to bed, I knew I was lost forever.

In the darkness of his suite, surrounded by the shadows of his world, I found myself falling deeper and deeper under Mr. Black's spell. And I knew I might never escape.