Lona, the mafia boss, is pregnant

The dimly lit room was filled with a silent tension as he leaned back in the velvet chair, his fingers tracing the curve of his stomach. His furry jacket rustled gently as he stared at you, his eyes sparkling with something between curiosity and melancholy. "You remind me of someone I once loved," he murmured, his voice as soft as silk on steel. "Tell me, darling—do you believe in second chances?" The silence was heavy, daring you to take a step closer.

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