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Maximus

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Maximus

I'm supposed to be organizing my mafia intel but I haven't been able to focus all day.

Taking my computer mouse, I click on the video cameras within Stella's shop.

She was in the backroom meeting with a client, drawing on a sketch pad. Her head went back while she laughed over something with the client. Her young worker sat down beside her and I quickly made a mental note to have one the guards drive her home instead of Stella.

Sure, it might seem a bit creepy to be watching Stella, but I won't let someone take her again.

I won't risk her life even with the body guards she has on her at every moment.

Last night I didn't mean to tell Stella what happened my Mother and Father, I don't even want to think about it. But somehow, I found myself telling her, maybe it was because I wanted to tell her, to feel her comfort when talking about the darkest time in my life.

I half expected her to stand up and walk away.

But she didn't.

Instead she told me that my pain is valid.

That woman is going to own my heart one day and I will gladly give her it.

A knock on my office door made me call out for someone to come in.

Lorenzo stepped into my office, his shoulders rolled back and face tight telling me he has been doing mafia business all day.

"What can I do for you brother?" I leaned back into my chair once Lorenzo sat down, the video camera feed that is still on my computer catching his interest.

"You must invite her to family dinner." Lorenzo said, his eyes hard watching Stella on the screen. "Would be good to get to know the woman claiming to be carrying my brother's child."

My jaw snapped shut at the way he stressed 'claiming'. "She's not claiming anything, Stella is carrying my child."

Lorenzo didn't acknowledge me but took out a folder. "I had the lawyer write this up, it's a custody agreement for her to sign when and if DNA proves the child is yours. There is also an allowance during her pregnancy but once she gives birth she gets nothing."

Before my brother could continue with his plan to save me from a gold digger, I took the folder and dropped it in the trash can. "Stella is not trying to extort or blackmail the family."

My brother leaned back in his chair locking his jaw, his eyes slowly running me over. "You sure you have known her long enough to know that?"

"Yes."

His face tightened. "What is my rule with new people."

Cracking my neck, I kept the anger from his accusations down, trying to remind myself that it is his job and our lives that has us looking for deception. "Never trust anyone till they have shown all their colours."

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