Mafia Daddy, I'm Pregnant For Your Heir!

chapter 2

Alexander

I was exhausted. It had been a couple of rough months. I was listening to my second and third-in-command discussing strategies for dealing with the Saconne family in one of the rooms in the family house. Until now, I still wasn't sure what the cause of this war between our families was.

It's been a couple of months since my family, the Romano family, one of the five mafia families of New York, have been engaged in war with the Saconne family, also one of the five. It started after the Don of the Saconne died, leaving his three sons, Tommy, Felice, and Elio, behind, with the eldest son, Tommy, taking his father's place as the new Don.

The five families had never been at war, instead coexisting peacefully, with conflicts settled amicably in a meeting with all five Dons. Everything was going well with each family minding their business and staying on their side of town until we noticed a new drug circulated on my family's territory. Drugs that we did not typically sell.

It was clear that someone was trying to challenge our authority. I was first amazed at the audacity of this unknown person in selling drugs on the Romano territory. We were not happy. This was blatant disrespect. The situation only got worse when we received reports of some of our drug warehouses being destroyed.

My father and I grew increasingly frustrated with each attack on our family's business. This was a clear declaration of war. It wasn't until five months ago that we discovered the identity behind this hostility. It had turned out to be none other than Tommy, the Don of the Saconne family.

When my father, the head Don, and I discovered the truth, he was furious. Before Tommy's father died, our families had been on good terms, so what could have been the reason for this?

Nothing could have been done when the matter had been brought up during one of the tri-monthly meetings the five Dons normally had. There was no ruler among the five families. The remaining three, the Attolini, Gatto, and the Ricci families opted to stay neutral, not wanting to get involved in the war.

I had spent these months working against the Saconnes, making plans and retaliating. We took out two of theirs for every warehouse they destroyed. It was clear that Tommy viewed my family as weak. Otherwise, why else would he target us? It was his purpose for doing so that frustrated me.

It was hard to catch a break between the planning, the fighting, and the overall tension. Only two months ago, I found an opportunity to catch a break. I had gone with my two confidants, my second and third-in-command, Tony and Marcello. Two months ago, there had been a ceasefire period as we worked to strengthen our defenses and bolster our forces. We had gone to a small club for no purpose but to drink our stress away until I noticed a beautiful woman on the dance floor.

I was engrossed with her and watched her dance alone amidst the crowd. She wasn't especially attractive, but how she gracefully moved to the music got my attention. Her hips swayed enticingly as she danced all alone for many songs. Tossing her golden-brown hair away from her face, I could see her breasts outlined against her cotton tank top. As she swayed around the dance floor, I undressed her in my mind, wondering if she also moved like that in bed.

I continued watching her until we made eye contact, and with what I saw in her eyes, I knew she was interested in me. At first, I had only gone out that day to drink with my two friends, but after seeing her, I wanted to release my stress in another way.

Being raised in a mafia family, I was taught to seek and take what I want, not by force, but by the right skill set. After approaching her and asking for a dance, moving things from the club to her bedroom hadn't been difficult. I hid my smirk behind my hands, leaning forward as I remembered our shared night.

It had been the most amazing s*x I had ever had in a long time. How her body had writhed under me, her sea-green eyes had shone with passion, and her sonorous moans and pleas for more had echoed through the four walls of her room, unable to be heard by anyone. It always sent a thrill running through my body every time I remembered that night. It was a shame that it had only been a one-time thing. Otherwise, it would have been lovely to hold that slim body again.

Aryana. That was what she said her name was. A bit foolish of her to give her name to a random man, but it was a beautiful name. It suited her well.

I exited my thoughts upon the door opening, and one of my father's men entered the room. Tony and Marcello stopped talking.

"Your father wants you." He bowed his head as he reported.

I nodded my head and waved my hand for him to leave.

"What do you think the Don wants to talk to you about?" Marcello asked with curiosity in his eyes.

"Non-lo so,I do not know." I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know why my father was summoning me, but I was curious too. "Maybe it's to talk about the Saconnes."

"Do you want us to accompany you?" Tony asked, which made me smile.

“Non c'è bisogno di preoccuparsi. There’s no need for that.” I answered and stood up.

"I will see you two later."

I walked over to my father's study, my mind pondering various things as I walked along the spacious halls of my family home. As I got nearer to my father's study, I could hear voices. I raised an eyebrow when I heard a female voice. Who is my father speaking to?

I knocked on the door and waited for my father to give me the clearance to enter.

“Si accomodi,come in”

I entered and saw my father sitting on his leather chair behind his desk. A small smile automatically appeared as I focused on the gray hairs that adorned my father's head. For a seventy-year-old man,mio padrestill looked vigorous.

My father was Luca Romano, Don of the Romano family, a man known for his honor despite our occupation. Even the Dons of the four families respected my father. My father was an honorable man who always kept his word. The other families never had to worry about my father going back on a deal. In his younger days, he was known as 'Trigger-finger Luca' according to what I was told as a child. My father had been hot-headed and quick to anger in his youth, but now, he was calmer, although he still had the edge and sharpness of a demon. I could always see it in his eyes.I loved my father with all my heart. I never met my mother as she had died when giving birth to me. For thirty-five years, my father raised me by himself. I would do anything for my father. It was one of the reasons I was filled with hatred toward Tommy Saconne for declaring war against my family for no reason and putting a huge burden on my father's shoulders.

I didn't bother to look at the other occupant in the room. My whole attention was placed on my father.

"Alexander." My father called my name sharply.

"Padre," I responded in our mother tongue.

I was confused by the anger in his eyes. What happened? Why was my father angry? And why did it seem as if he was mad at me?

I heard a small gasp which seemed loud in the silence of my father's office. My eyes involuntarily followed where the sound came from, and to say I was stunned was an understatement. Standing in front of me with her golden-brown hair shining brightly under the light and her sea-green eyes also staring at me in unconcealed shock was Aryana herself. The woman I slept with two months ago. The same woman who I still randomly fantasized about. The same woman who foolishly gave me her name that I still thought about at times. That woman was in front of me, sitting before my father.

"I see that you recognize her." My father's angry-filled voice cut through my mind's shocked fog.

"Yes, father," I answered, tearing my gaze away from her face and looking upon my father, who looked at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment which sent a pang through my heart. I never liked my father being disappointed in me. Seeing his facial expression soften, I didn't know how to react as he looked at Aryana instead.

"What is going on?" I asked, unable to stand this odd tension.

I regretted speaking up when my father directed his gray eyes at me. For a moment, I could see that demon's edge in his eyes, the edge that once terrified everyone when he was younger.

"Sciocco!"

My eyes widened as he called me a fool.

"How could you make such a low-level mistake, especially in the situation we're in."

I didn't understand what my father was saying. I looked at Aryana, who was looking uncomfortable. I couldn't find it within myself to feel sorry for her as I didn't know what she had told my father that made him react like this.

"Don't look at her as if this is her fault. You're the one that slept with her!"

Again, my father's words didn't do anything to explain what was going on. I didn't see the big deal with whom I slept with. My father had never had an issue with it, so why was it suddenly a problem now? Was it because of the war between our family and the Saconnes? Was that the issue?

"I do not care whom you sleep with, but could you think of our situation before committing such a mistake?" My father continued to berate me.

As much as I loved my father, It was increasingly getting hard not to be pissed off at how he was berating me in front of the woman, who had caused whatever this was. Granted that I had never seen my father this disappointed and angry at me, he could still speak to me normally and tell me what I had done. As my father continued rebuking me, I had enough.

"What have I done to have you keep insulting me in front of an outsider?" I asked through gritted teeth, still trying to maintain respect for my beloved padre.

"Well, she won't be an outsider for much longer." He said in a low tone.

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean?" I turned my attention to Aryana, who looked at me with unease.

"Alexander." I turned back to my father. "I have always told you that I do not and will not care about whomever you sleep with as long as they won't endanger our family, but you must ensure you always use protection."

My body froze. It was as if cold water had been dunked on me. Trepidation ran up my spine as the implication of what he was saying was slowly dawning on me.

My father seemed to see that I was slowly figuring it out before he opened his mouth and hammered the final nail in the coffin.

"She is pregnant, Alexander."

My eyes darted between my father and Aryana, and I did the only thing I could do in this situation. I swore.

"Fanculo