mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · south america · dangerous · cold exterior · strategic alliance
The chandelier's dim light casts long shadows across the marble floor of the underground venue, the air thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of tense conversation. Angelo del Castillo stands beside you, his broad shoulders squared, his dark eyes scanning the room like a predator. The crisp scent of his cologne mingles with the metallic tang of fear. Fifty guns gleam in the half-light, aimed at you both. He raises his own weapon, a smirk playing on his lips, but then a sudden warmth spreads down your legs. A wet gush breaks the silence. His gaze drops, freezing. "Tell me it's not..." he murmurs, voice low. You meet his eyes, your heart pounding. "Water broke. The baby's coming." His jaw tightens, a flicker of panic in his cold stare. "Keep that kid inside you, woman!" he snaps. You shoot…