Chapter 7

• CHAPTER 7
• ALESSANDRO POV.
• Approximately seven hours later, I still can't believe my kitten is pregnant with my child.
• It feels so awkward yet so fast. She comes from the Brown family, but thankfully, she's disowned. I’ll ensure she takes on a new identity so my family doesn’t throw tantrums about me marrying my enemy.
• To be clear, she isn’t going to be my wife in the traditional sense. I just need her to give birth to my child, and once our deal is settled, she can leave.
• It’s in my best interest to help ruin her family, and I’m genuinely excited about taking on that challenge. In fact, it’s a pleasure, and I can’t wait. As for my kitten, I’m not sure what draws me closer to her, but given her background, I can't fully trust her. That’s why I made her sign a contract to keep her in check.
• Nervously, I paced around my room, contemplating how my family would react.
• I grinned at the thought of my brothers discovering that I now have a woman—and not just any woman, but one who is carrying my baby.
• The first heir of the Combs family is growing inside her…
• I’m sure they’ll never see me coming so quickly. The title of 'BOSS' of the Combs Mafia family is mine, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.
• About twenty minutes later, Zack drove into the airport and parked next to my car. When I saw my kitten exit the vehicle, I couldn’t help but smile at how gorgeous she looked in one of the new outfits I had bought for her.
• Living in my family can be cutthroat. It's not just any mafia family; it's one of the craziest. I know they’ll taunt her for every little thing, from her outfits to her background. That’s why I made sure she had the best pieces from top designers. After all, she is Alessandro's wife.
• "Hey... kitten?" My lips curled into a smile as she opened the door and entered the car where I was waiting.
• She simply rolled her eyes and didn’t bother to reply.
• I stifled a laugh and said, “No need to come in—we’re taking the jet right now.”
• Her eyes widened slightly as she looked around. I wasn't sure if she was shocked that we’d be using a jet or excited to be on one for the first time.
• I stepped out of the car and linked my arm with hers, guiding her up the stairs into the jet while Zack ensured our things were in order.
• Minutes later, after we settled into the jet and it took off, my kitten was fast asleep.
• As the jet soared high through the skies, I couldn’t help but fix my gaze on her. Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her lashes fluttered slightly as if she were having a nightmare, being chased in her dreams. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her sleep; she looked so peaceful yet so rebellious.
• The realization that I was taking her to a place that might feel like hell for her hit me like a lightning bolt. A pang of protectiveness surged within me, and the desire to keep her safe from harm gnawed at my heart.
• Without warning, I gently reached out and lifted her head, careful not to wake her. I placed it on my lap to make her more comfortable. Her long, dark hair was soft and silky, and I couldn’t resist the urge to run my fingers through it, doing so cautiously to avoid waking her. I tucked a loose strand behind her ear, smiling sheepishly.
• In a moment of impulse, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her forehead in a soft kiss. She looked beautiful, inside and out, and a chill ran down my spine as I did so.
• As I pulled back, kitten stirred, her eyes fluttering open in that very instant. She looked up at me, confusion etched on her face as she registered how she ended up on my lap. Pushing herself up, she attempted to escape my embrace.
• "Are you awake?" I asked, unsure of what to say next.
• She stared down at me as my hand reached for her face. She flicked it away and warned, "Don't touch me."
• "Why?" I burst out laughing at her feistiness. "Why shouldn't I touch you? You're my wife, after all, and you’re carrying my baby. I have every right to touch you."
• "It's a contract, not a real one," she snapped.
• "Either way, you need to behave. Living in my family is cutthroat. My grandfather was a gangster and the head of the mob; my father took over, and now it's my turn."
• "You have to be on your best behavior and always within my reach so I can protect you.”
• As we stepped off the jet, an entourage of cars awaited us at the airport. I had instructed them to bring out the most exotic vehicles. It wasn't just about me; I was returning home with my wife and the next heir of the mob family—she deserved the utmost respect.
• Looking around, I spotted my men and a few siblings I was on good terms with, all approaching with broad smiles. But my gaze was drawn to a familiar face—Leon.
• His expression was marred by a deep frown as he pulled away from the crowd and walked slowly behind. I sensed trouble immediately.
• When we reached the parking area, I ushered Kitten into the first car, where Zack would be driving. As I turned to walk away, she grabbed my thumb sharply.
• “Aren't you coming with me?” Her voice trembled with fear.
• I smiled reassuringly. “You're safe with Zack, Kitten. I'll be in the next car.”
• “Is this some sort of rule?” she argued, a deep frown on her face. I simply flashed her a small smile, shut the door, and headed for the car where my right-hand man, Leon, was already waiting.
• Once I settled into the car, Leon's anger was palpable. He quickly averted his gaze, and I couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing; I stifled a chuckle.
• When I reached for his hand, his eyes flashed with irritation, and he shifted away sharply, his body language screaming disdain.
• But I wasn’t going to let that slide. I shifted closer and pulled his arm back toward me.
• “Hey… Baby, what's wrong?” I asked, keeping my voice low and soothing.
• Leon jerked his arm free, his eyes blazing with anguish. “You know exactly what’s wrong!”
• “Is this what we're doing now?” He sighed, finally turning to face me. “She really is pregnant with your child? Zack told me she’s from the Brown family!”
• I leaned in closely, my face inches away from Leon's as I whispered, “That is exactly why we need her. She's an unfortunate collateral for us. She gives us a baby that keeps me ahead of my brothers in getting the boss title, and then we can both live our lives out of the closet and stop hiding. I'm doing this for us, Leon.”
• His expression softened slightly, but his eyes still flashed with partial warning. “She is still from the Brown family. This isn't a good idea,” he muttered.
• I smiled and leaned in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “I'm willing to take the risk for us, but I need you to be by my side and trust me,” I whispered. “She is disowned from the Brown family,if we help her get it back, then we will have a weapon at our disposal.”
• Leon looked away, letting out a sigh that could only mean one thing: he chose to follow whatever I had planned.
• Then, in a movement that caught me off guard, he turned his head and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue ravaged my mouth slowly and desperately, filled with emotions he couldn't express.
• My hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer as I kissed him back, while his hands found their way to my hard cock.