Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Tears began falling in earnest again, and I could hardly catch my breath. Dimitri 's shirt was a mess, but I didn't care. He handed me tissues
occasionally but I was crying too hard to stop.
"What is going on?" Rafael 's voice echoed in the tiny washroom. "Valentina , why are you crying?"
I couldn't even look at him. I wanted to both throw myself in his arms and strangle him with my bare hands. This was all his fault. He'd kidnapped me and prevented me from getting another birth control shot. Then he'd filled me with his super sperm and impregnated me.
Dimitri and his father began speaking rapid Italian that I didn't even try to understand. I no longer cared. This whole country sucked. I hated everyone and everything in it. Dimitri started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. "Don't go. Please."
He gave me a half smile. "It's going to be fine, Tina . I promise. This is fate."
Traitor. For all I knew he'd texted his father to come in here. I let him go like he was burning my hand. "Nothing is fine. Nothing will ever be fine again."
Standing, he exchanged a look with his father and then walked out. Rafael peeked at the two pregnancy tests. "And this is what has you
crying?"
"Yes, Rafael ," I snapped. "That is generally what happens when someone who doesn't want to get pregnant gets pregnant."
"You had to know it was a possibility, no?" Anger flared to life in my chest, the burning hatred replacing the sadness. "Something about being kidnapped, drugged, almost forced to marry your son, brought to a country where I don't speak the language, and seduced by you made me forget that I was overdue for my shot. How silly of me! Yep, stupid, stupid Valentina ." I dropped my head in my hands.
"Fuck you, Rafael ." He grabbed my wrist, tugged me to my feet and began leading me out of the bathroom. I resisted, pulling away from him.
"Don't touch me. I hate you and I definitely don't want to have a baby with you." Sighing, Rafael bent and scooped me up in his arms. I squirmed and shoved at his chest. "Put me down. I don't want to talk to you right now."
"That is too bad." He sat on the bed and then twisted until we were both flat on the mattress, our heads on the pillows. I was too furious to speak so I folded my arms and stared at the ceiling. Rafael rose up on an elbow. "Tell me what you are thinking."
"I'm thinking I should have smothered you in your sleep while I had the chance." The bastard chuckled. "I am sorry to tell you, then, that I'll definitely be sleeping with one eye open from now on." His hand gently rested on my belly.
"Piccolina, this does not displease me. I like the idea of you being round and big with my child." I glared at him. "What if I don't want to be round and big with your child?"
He lifted a shoulder in a small shrug. "I won't allow you to abort it, if that is what you are thinking. But you needn't be involved after the child is born, if you don't wish."
My mouth fell open. While I had been thinking of adoption, something about his phrasing made me think this was not what he was talking about. "What does that mean?"
"This is not an uncommon occurrence. While I've never had a child out of marriage, many mistresses have babies in our world. I can find someone to help raise it."
I don't care
Valentina's POV
Was he serious right now? This was how he was attempting to make me feel better? Get in line, Tina . All the mafia whores have bastards. And Who would help raise it? His next mantenuta? Over my dead body.
Rafael clearly didn't want me around for the long haul. He was already planning how to raise this child without me. Weren't men at least supposed to offer to marry the woman they knocked up? You don't want to marry him. You were planning to go back to school.
He kept talking. "Though not an heir, this child will be treated like a king because he is mine. Another Ravazzani for the brotherhood."
"How do you know it's a boy?"
"I don't. But either a boy or a girl will serve in their own way. It is how things are done here." Was he listening to himself? Already signing our child up for a lifetime of misery and violence. I didn't want this for me or my child.
I rolled off the bed in a flash and pointed to the door. "Get the fuck out, Rafael ." He made no effort to move. "We need to talk about this, Valentina ."
"I'm done talking. I don't want to talk to you anymore. This is my body. I will decide what happens in the future. Not you." His expression twisted into something dark, something frightening. I hadn't seen him this angry since I had stabbed him with a pen.