Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1) novel Chapter 59

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Summary for Chapter 59: Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1)

Chapter overview: Chapter 59 from Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1)

In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Her Mafia Daddy (Book 1), Dark_Fiction introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

Valentina POV

I was just coming out of my old room when Dimitri hurried along the hall, his head down. “Hey, dimmi,” I called as I shut the door. “Did you want to?”

He glanced up and I saw tears streaming down his face. “Not now, Tina .” When he tried to dodge around me to go into his room, I put my hand

out to stop the door from closing. I slipped inside as he flopped on the bed, face first. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ll just take his side. You’re practically his wife.” He had a fight with Rafael , obviously. “Except I’m not and never will be. So, what happened?”

Dimitri whispered, “He found out, Tina .” I knew instantly what he was talking about. I dropped onto the mattress. “Oh, shit. How?”

“I don’t know. I’ve always been so careful.”

“What did he say?”

“That I have to break up with Paolo. If I don’t, he said he would have Paolo killed.” What the fuck? I sucked in a breath, my hands reaching out to steady me on the bed. “Was he serious?”

“My father does not joke, not about murder. He was very serious.” And this man was the father of my child? Great choice, Tina . “Does he think breaking up with Paolo will turn you straight?”

Dimitri gave a harsh humourless laugh. “If so, he will be very disappointed. He wants me to marry and have babies. When I take over as capo, he said he doesn’t care if I fuck men. But until then I cannot risk all he’s built.”

My skin turned hot as I considered this. Instead of doing the brave thing and supporting Dimitri , he was forcing his son to live a lie so the family could save face. What a coward. What an asshole.

I looked at Dimitri , who’d never asked to be gay. He just was and why couldn’t Rafael understand that? His son had struggled with this secret for so long because he knew the repercussions, and his father had proved him right.

Who cared if Dimitri was gay? It was none of anyone’s business. Rafael was being a shitty father and a shitty human being. My heart raced as I stood. “I will go talk to him.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Dimitri said. “He will see it as interfering.” I didn’t care. If this was Rafael ’s parenting style, then I needed to know it sooner rather than later. Because no way would I raise a child with a man who chose the mafia over his own flesh and blood.