THE MAFIA!

Chapter 80's

"What is Mr deaf?" chania asked Michael who was still looking at her.

Regardless of Chania's question, Michael instead moved to touch his hand on Chania's distended stomach. The hand trembled as it was about to reach the stomach where there was its seed growing.

"Don't touch me!" chania jolted her hand again when she realized the man was about to touch her stomach.

Not taking it anymore, Michael grabbed both of Chania's wrists. Pulling onto his back, and locking with one hand.

"Take me off!"

"Stop rebelling, Baby." asserted Michael coldly.

Michael's left hand came back to Chania's belly. A shaking hand is proof that he is nervous about touching a miracle he never thought possible.

Smiling as his hand rubbed his wife's belly, "Thank you for keeping it even without me." said Michael wistfully. Keep rubbing gently, until he bowed his head and landed a kiss there.

It was very peaceful to see Michael treat their future baby gently. But she is still in Carina mode instead of Chania.

"What does this have to do with you, sir! he's my son! it's only natural that I carry it!"

"He's my son too! my flesh blood.." Michael sternly glanced back at Chania's eyes.

"Sir, you are dreaming!" chania replied with a squint. "He's definitely not your son!"

Sigh, "Let me talk! give me a moment to talk, Baby.." plead with Chania's face closer. But Chania immediately turned her head, avoiding the lips of Michael who was about to kiss her lips.

"Sorry Sir! I'm Carina not Baby!" he said without looking at Michael in the face.

Impatiently rebutting Chania, Michael locks Chania's hand and body in a trap. Forcefully grabbed Chania's lips with hers. Putting two thin lips together to make up for the longing.

"Emh! umh!"

Chania tried to rebel, but she was ready. As strong as he rebelled, in fact did not make Michael move in the slightest.

Inevitably he let his lips sucked by the man in front of him. And not one bit did he reply. Although he honestly wanted to. But what he had in mind, it could have been a trap. Like the plan he had heard.

"Master! umh" Chania exclaimed as she got a chance to distance her two lips.

"Deliver!" chania Sentak.

"I used to, if he was my flesh and blood.."

"Do you think I am an angel, until I conceive the son of a wealthy master like you?" ask Chania. "I am just trash, sir! I'm just a pathetic girl left behind by her husband!"

"You left your husband, not your husband who left you."

"You don't know me, sir!" pissed Chania.

Smiling obliquely, "If on your back there's a black birthmark, then you're Chania Renata, my wife." said Michael coldly, making Chania freeze. "And I'm the only one who knows every inch of your body, baby." whispered the win.

While Chania's breath was hunting, on her back there was indeed a randa born. He didn't think Michael would remember any of that.

Forcibly, Michael lowered the zipper on Chania's back that was still locked by his hand.

"Stop! you are so disrespectful!" chania is still trying to rebel.

But again - again the power of Chania is not comparable to the husband. Until the head of the zipper down.

Chania's tears are dripping. Feeling ashamed, but this man who held her was the only man who had seen her already*ng.

Argues? where could possibly. The sign Michael meant is real.

Unable to withstand the turmoil of longing, his lip reflexes gave a kiss on Chania's smooth shoulder.

"I miss you so much, Baby!" michael whispered softly but sounded very serious and sad in Chania's ears.

Michael rubbed Chania's back covered in a dress, herding Chania on a 30*80 mirror attached to the living room. With Chania's back to the mirror, Michael was facing the mirror.

"You see this, Baby, I never forget this birthmark." Michael swiped the birthmark that was just above Chania's br*hook.

Chania looked back, looking in the mirror. For a moment their views met there. But Chania immediately turned her eyes to the part that Michael rubbed.

"You won't be able to run away from me, darling." - Michael. "You are mine, no matter how far you avoid, I will still be able to find you."

Chani shed her tears. Michael's affectionate words felt like a knife playing - playing in his heart. But he who was still in Michael's arms, did not rebel in the slightest. Because he was comfortable with that.

"I'm sorry, Baby, I was so stupid all along" whispered Michael taking off his left hand that locked Chania's hand. "I'm the stupid, jerk you've ever known!" he continued while pulling back the zipper dress Chania up. "I foolishly followed the old woman's rotten plan. But to a point, I realized I shouldn't have done all this."

Chania doesn't know what else to do, she just cries. There was no need to cover his identity. Michael couldn't have been that easy at the club.

Breathing deeply, neutralizing feelings before speaking. But instead of improving, his tears just pooled. Looking up, holding back tears but no results.

"I'm the stupid one, sir" he said. "Because I managed to get into the trap you set up. Until I fell too deep, and forgot who I was" Chania said. "But I am grateful, because God told me at the right time. I'm just a trashy girl, where maybe I could have entered the life of a Michael Xavier if it wasn't for something you wanted out of this self."

The word for word that came out from Chania's lips sounded so heartbreaking. Slashing the inner Michael. Especially the unusual way of talking. It was as if there was such a great distance between the two.

"And one lesson I learned, sir. That a bad thing expects humans more than who we are."

Tears are flowing more and more. Crying without excessive noise. Showing how fragile he is. How unlucky his fate is. How broken his heart.

Hearing all that, Michael shook his head slowly. His heart was squeezed when he saw Chania's tears of joy that kept flowing. He rubbed gently using his thumb. As if to wipe out all Chania's bad thoughts.

"It's not true, Baby. I'm already drowning and trapped by my own game."

Michael took both hands of Chania. Smear a few times the back of his hand, then hold it tightly on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Baby.. please!"

"Hiks!" unable to say - words. Chania just cried so deeply. "Go from here, sir. Please don't leave me to Mrs Deborah. Hicks!" given that Chania's heart was getting broken. "I want my baby to be born safely, and grow like a child in general. I don't want my baby to be born and then I die. Hiks hyks!"

"Never!" michael nodded. He didn't want all of this to happen either. "Come home with me, baby! I must have found a way to make the deal scorched! I promise not to hand you over to the old woman!"

Chania's heart is broken. Michael's words were like the wind. Pulling his hand from Michael's arms. Feel very inappropriate hands kissed by a Michael Xavier, by getting his promises.

Michael grasped Chania's hand tightly, pulled her shoulder and carried the body in his arms.

"I missed your birthday, Baby." - Michael smelled the top of Chania's head.

Chania just kept crying, without returning Michael's embrace. But he was shocked when Michael said he missed his birthday.

' Why is that? '

Inner Chania asked - tanya.

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