MAFIA QUEEN

Continuation of- HIM AND I

His strong hands grip her hips tight as he lifts her slightly, then drops her back onto him with a rough gr*an.

Luke: f**k—look at you...rid*ng me like you were made for this c*ck

His fingers dig into her thighs, voice dripping.

Luke: So damn w*t every inch of you’s choking on me.

Gwen: Ah—! Luke Ngh~...it’s too—f*ck

too d**p!

He smirks, slam.mming her down har.der as his other hand fists your hair, tilting your head back.

Luke: Don’t lie. You take it so f*cking good—love feelin’ me stre*ch you open.

His hips s*ap up ruthlessly, hitting that sp*t that makes her vision blur.

Gwen:

Hah~! I—I can’t—ah~! You’re... nngh~... wrecking me—!"

Luke: Yeah? Then scr*am, I Wanna hear how bad I ruin you.

His thumb swipes over her cl*t rough and fast, just how she likes it.

Luke: I’m Gonna make you c*m.

Gwen: luke Ah~! I’m—f*ck I’m gonna—!"*

He growls against your ear, biting her neck as his pace turns punishing.

Luke: Do it. C*m all over this c*ck—show me who you belong to.

His hands slide up to roughly squeeze her br.easts thumbs circling your n*pples as he pistons into her.

Luke: F*ck this p*ssy’s gripping me like a vice...I bet you can feel every inch str.etching you open...

He bites her shoulder.

Luke: Tell me—whose c*ck ruins you best?

Gwen: Y-yours! Ah~ —only yours!

He flips her onto her back in one swift motion, hiking your legs over his shoulders

Luke:D**pee Take it.

His thru.sts turn brutal, the sl.ap of skin echoing off the walls.

Luke: Gonna f*ck you so h*rd you’ll f**l me for days...

Luke:

Ngh~! T-too much—! Ah~! I’m—!"*

He licks a stripe up her neck, voice dark with promise—

Luke: Not yet. You don’t c*mt till say.

His palm smacks her a**hard.

Luke:Count how many times I make you scr.eam name

Gwen: Hah~! One—ah~! Tw—ngh~!"*

He laughs as he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot relentless

Gwen: Good girl. Now beg for it.

Their night together felt endless — a blur of closeness, whispered promises, and that quiet way two people cling to each other when they know time is running out. It wasn’t about danger or adrenaline for once. It was just them, holding on until morning finally pulled the world back in.

When Gwen woke, light was filtering in through the curtains. The sheets beside her were cold. Empty.

Her heart dropped so fast she couldn’t breathe.

For a split second she thought he had already left, that he’d stepped onto a plane and disappeared without saying goodbye. She threw the blanket off and stood up, panic rising in her throat.

“Babe? …Babe!”

The word felt strange coming out of her mouth — she never called for him like that — but it slipped out before she could think. Her voice echoed through the hallway, tight with fear.

A door opened behind her.

Luke stepped out of the bathroom, towel in his hand, water still dripping from his hair.

The moment Gwen saw him, everything inside her collapsed. Her knees hit the floor, her body shaking, tears spilling before she could stop them. It wasn’t dramatic on purpose — it just hurt. It hit her all at once: how close he was to leaving, how easily this morning could have been empty forever.

Luke froze for half a heartbeat, then rushed to her, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around her instantly.

“I’m here,” he murmured, one hand firm on her back, the other cradling the back of her head. “I’m here. I didn’t go anywhere.”

His voice wasn’t the cold mafia tone — it was soft, steady, trying to hold her together while she shook.

He leaned back and gently lifted her chin, brushing a tear with his thumb. He tried to smile, to lighten the heaviness.

“I… I loved last night,” he said, and there was this small grin — almost shy, but proud too — because they both knew what he whispered to her in the dark, the things he never said anywhere else.

Gwen’s cheeks warmed instantly and she looked away, remembering every word he’d let slip.

That shyness made Luke smile in a way that wasn’t practiced or dangerous — just genuine. He stood, pulling her up with him, fingers lacing with hers for a moment longer than necessary.

His eyes changed again, sadness creeping in.

“I’m leaving soon, baby.”

Gwen swallowed hard. “But… it’s morning.”

She grabbed her phone, hands still shaking. The time punched reality into her gut — it was already afternoon. The sun wasn’t rising, it was halfway gone, like the day had been stolen from them while she slept.

How long had she held him last night? How many hours had she lost to dreams when she wanted to be awake with him?

And then — it happened fast.

His suitcases were ready. Men loaded the car. The engines of the private jet hummed like something final.

Gwen stood on the runway, wind ripping her hair across her face, fighting tears she refused to let fall this time.

Luke looked at her one last time before boarding, eyes full of promises and fear at the same time.

Two years.

It sounded like a sentence.

She didn’t say “I’ll wait.” She didn’t need to. Her eyes said everything — anger, love, determination, pain — all mixed into something fierce.

As the jet lifted off, she felt something tighten in her chest, but instead of breaking, it hardened. Solid. Cold. Focused.

If she couldn’t follow him, she would build something for them here.

She would use his mansion, his connections, his empire — and she’d work. She’d get stronger, sharper. She wouldn’t sit and cry for two years. She would turn into someone no one could touch.

Someone worthy of standing beside him when he came back.

Three weeks turned into a month, then two. Everyday Gwen woke before the sun and worked until long after it disappeared. Meetings, negotiations, investments, threats when necessary — she did everything Luke used to do, and then more. And the money came in. Fast.

Some people called it luck. Others whispered fearfully that she worked like someone possessed.

But Gwen knew exactly why she did it.

It was for him.

For them.

Luke left a billionaire.

With Gwen handling everything, he would return a trillionaire — and that was only the beginning. She wanted him to come back to a world safer, richer, calmer than the one he left.

But then the nausea started.

First, she blamed stress.

Then, lack of sleep.

Then, the weird cravings and the way stupid commercials made her cry for no reason.

Finally, Mateo forced her to go to a doctor, thinking she might be collapsing from overwork.

The doctor came into the room smiling, holding a paper.

“Congratulations, miss,” she said gently. “You are pregnant… and it’s a son.”

Everything stopped.

Gwen didn’t cry at first. She just stared at the doctor, at the word son echoing around in her head.

A son.

Luke’s son.

A tiny life growing inside her, created that last night before he left — the night when she was scared and he whispered promises.

She smiled so suddenly the doctor was startled. Her hand moved to her stomach, slow and careful, like she was touching something fragile and sacred.

She didn’t call Luke.

She thought about it, she did — late nights staring at her phone, thumb hovering over his contact. But every time, she pulled away.

No. I’ll surprise him.

With the mansion running, with the empire rebuilt, with their son.

As the months passed, the sickness turned into fluttering kicks, late-night cravings, and a stubborn belly that refused to let her sleep. She worked through it all — business meetings while holding a barf bag, signing contracts while rubbing her stomach, speaking to heads of security while the baby kicked as if agreeing.

When her son was born, she didn’t name him.

She waited.

Luke will name him, she said to herself, holding the baby close, kissing his soft hair. It’s his right too.

Days passed.

Weeks.

Months.

The boy turned one. He had Luke’s eyes — that deep, piercing gaze — and Gwen’s quiet focus. He would be silent, watching everything around him, then laugh out of nowhere, a sound that made every dark corner of the mansion feel warm again.

Two years.

Finally.

Luke was returning.

Gwen woke up early that day, heart pounding with excitement and nerves. She dressed her son in a tiny dark suit, combed his soft hair, and buckled him into the front seat.

She glanced at him and smiled.

“Are you happy to see Dad?”

The boy giggled — he didn’t really understand, but he nodded anyway, copying her excitement.

Her chest tightened with joy.

At the airport, she parked where Luke would see her. She waited. Every minute stretched too long, her fingers tapping the steering wheel, eyes watching every exit.

Then finally — he came out.

Luke walked through the sliding doors, taller, broader, wearing a dark coat, looking stronger and more controlled than ever. There was something different in his eyes — sharper, deeper.

He looked… perfect.

Gwen’s hand reached for the door handle.

And then she saw her.

A woman — beautiful in a way that made your breath catch. Elegant, smiling, arm looped through Luke’s like they’d done it a thousand times. She leaned close and laughed at something he said, something easy, like they’d traveled together.

That sound — that laugh — hit Gwen like a punch.

Her breath stopped.She didn’t think. She just reacted.

Her son blinked at her in confusion as she pulled her hand away from the door handle, heart pounding so hard it hurt.

She whispered, “No… no, no…”

She started the car.

And drove.

She didn’t floor it. She didn’t scream. She just drove away from the airport — calm, quiet, eyes burning.

The baby looked up at her, sensing something wrong, small eyebrows scrunching.

A single tear slipped down Gwen’s cheek. Then another. And then she couldn’t stop them — they rolled silently while her jaw stayed clenched, while she swallowed every sound trying to escape her throat.

She didn’t break down in the airport parking lot.

She didn’t confront him.

She didn’t watch to see if he turned around or looked for her.

She drove back to the mansion — their mansion — because she needed walls and silence before she would fall apart.

By the time she parked the car inside the gate, her face was wet, but her expression was blank.

Her son reached for her, tiny hand touching her cheek. Like he understood in the way babies sometimes do.

Gwen exhaled shakily.

“He’ll answer me at home,” she whispered.

But her voice cracked.

Because she wasn’t ready for the answer.

Not after everything she waited for.

Not after everything she built — and the little life she brought into the world alone.

And in that moment, something inside her sighed quietly, painfully:

Please, don’t let this be another betrayal.