The Godfather's Bloodline

Three years ago, Capo Marco Rossi received an order from the Godfather. He was to leave and expand the Family territory.

Before he left, he issued me a command the way someone would fasten a collar onto a pet. "Until I return, you will remain at the Godfather's estate. Remember your identity. Keep your legs closed."

He gripped my chin, his voice carrying that kind of condescending gentleness that felt almost like charity. "When I come back, I'll give you a proper status."

For my younger brother's medical expenses, I had no choice but to obey.

Three years later, he returned with the wealth he seized from the West Coast Gambino Family, and there was a woman by his side.

In front of the rose bushes at the Godfather's estate, he looked down at me from above, as if inspecting a dust-covered old possession.

"Mia Moretti is carrying my child. I must take responsibility as a father. You've always been sensible. Endure this for now. Continue being my mistress."

I lowered my head, my hand lightly stroking my still-flat abdomen.

"Is that so?" I raised my head, a provocative smile on my face. "I have no objection. If the Godfather says it's acceptable, then it's acceptable."

Marco Rossi's face darkened. He clearly had not expected that reaction from me.

Beneath his white dress shirt, the heavy muscles across his chest and shoulders tightened instantly.

"Lucia Romano, do you think you're worthy of invoking the Godfather?"

He reached out, trying to seize my chin and force me to look up at him.

I turned sideways and avoided him.

His hand froze midair. The shock in his eyes quickly hardened into anger, his predatory gaze sliding across my lips and down my neck.

"You filthy little puppet. You need to learn what respect means. Don't forget who broke that body of yours in."

Mia Moretti immediately wrapped herself around his arm, pressing her entire body against him. "Baby, don't be angry. Lucia definitely didn't mean it. She's just upset. She's jealous I'm carrying your child, so she dragged the Godfather into it."

Her voice was sweet and syrupy, but every word carried a sharp, poisonous barb.

Marco chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Mia's tact. He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint.

Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me.

"You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control.

"This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress."

I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

The air froze instantly.

Marco's face turned a violent shade of red. The hand gripping Mia's backside