Sold to the Capo-Chapter 131: A TOUGH DECISION

ADRIANA’S POV

I couldn’t believe it.

There was a tense silence for a split second. We all just stared in shock at the doctor, his words hanging heavy in the air like a weight pressing down on us.

Michael was the first to speak, his eyes shut for a split second as though to ground himself before he spoke up.

"She’s pregnant?" His voice was careful, as if saying it out loud would make it more real.

I didn’t even want to think about it being real but I knew the doctor wasn’t bluffing and I didn’t know what to think or feel. I was going to be a mother.

I was going to be a fucking mother.

The thought was as scary as it was exhilarating.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, she is. I’ve confirmed it."

I let out a small gasp, my hands curling around my stomach, as though aching to feel something, anything. My mind was spinning, unable to fully grasp the weight of what he had just said. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Vincenzo’s child.

Master LaRosa, who had been silent until now, suddenly took a step forward. His eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were filled with something I couldn’t place.

"Is it Vincenzo’s?" His voice was low, demanding as he stared at me.

I froze. The question caught me so off guard that for a moment, I just stared at him, unable to speak, my mouth opening and closing as I sought after the right words to use to answer him.

"LaRosa." Michael’s voice was sharp, warning and he took a warning step towards us, his hands itching behind him as though ready to hit LaRosa with it if he tried anything.

But the old man wasn’t deterred. He stepped closer, his gaze burning into me as though he wanted to merge himself into me. "I asked you a question, Adriana." His tone was harsher now, almost desperate. "Is the child Vincenzo’s?"

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the thin fabric of the gown around my body, the materia creasing in my hold. My chest felt tight, my throat dry. I could feel the weight of Michael’s stare as well, waiting for my response.

"Yes." I whispered, finally finding my voice.

LaRosa let out a breath, his posture loosening just slightly, but there was no relief in his eyes. If anything, he looked even more burdened but I knew that he was a bit relieved by it.

Michael, on the other hand, stiffened. "Leave my daughter alone, LaRosa." His voice was firm, controlled, but laced with tension. "She’s been through enough."

LaRosa turned his gaze toward him, his expression unreadable. "She’s carrying my son’s heir." He reminded him like Michael didn’t know.

Michael scoffed, stepping in front of me protectively. "And what does that mean to you? Adriana is my daughter first. I won’t let you drag her into your world again."

LaRosa’s jaw clenched and he looked at Micheal menacingly. "That’s not your choice to make. My son may never wake up, and she is the mother of his child. She belongs with us."

Michael’s expression darkened and I could have sworn that I saw his jaw tighten in anger. "Like hell she does. She’s leaving with me. We’re going back home, far away from this mess."

"You think I’ll allow that?" LaRosa’s voice was sharp now, cold and unwavering. "You forget, Michael—she is still Vincenzo’s wife. She is LaRosa blood now."

Michael took a step forward, his fists clenched. "She is my daughter."

"And she is carrying my grandson!" LaRosa snapped, his voice echoing through the hospital room.

I stood there, staring at them as they argued over me, as if I wasn’t even there. As if I was just a piece in their battle for control.

This was weird and I was having a headache but I refused to let it get the better of me. I couldn’t afford to pass out. Not here. Not now. But fuck, they were getting on my nerves with their loud talking and the way they kept going back and forth about me like I wasn’t even here.

Then, finally, I spoke.

"Enough."

Both men turned to look at me, their gazes icy but I couldn’t care less about what they thought.

I took a slow breath, my voice quiet but ice-cold. "Stop shouting. You’re in my husband’s room."

LaRosa scoffed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. "Vincenzo can’t even hear us."

Seriously? Was that his excuse for his ranting? So what if he was in a coma? He deserved to be respected too.

My gaze locked onto his, and for the first time, I let my anger seep through. "Then why are you here, fighting over me in front of him? If you truly believe he’ll never wake up, then leave. Stop pretending you care about what he would want."

LaRosa’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but I didn’t let him respond.

"Get out. Both of you." I turned, walking toward the door. "If you want to fight, do it somewhere else."

Neither of them moved immediately, but eventually, I heard their footsteps following me out.

Good, I couldn’t deal with their bullshit now.

The moment we stepped into the hospital lobby, LaRosa turned to me again.

"You’re coming back to the LaRosa mansion." LaRosa said matter of factly. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Michael didn’t even let me respond. "She’s leaving Sicily. That’s what she wants."

LaRosa’s expression was hard. "She is pregnant with Vincenzo’s child. She belongs with us."

Michael turned to me, his voice softer now. "Adriana, tell him."

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, LaRosa spoke again.

"You think you can run from this? From the man you chose to be with? I don’t like you but..." His gaze bore into me. "Do you really think Vincenzo would have wanted you to leave?"

I froze. He was right and fuck I hated it, I hated that he was right. Vincenzo wouldn’t want that from me.

My stomach twisted painfully, my breath catching in my throat. Before I could respond, a nurse approached. "Ms. Adriana, the doctor needs you for a check-up."

LaRosa gestured toward the hallway. "Go. Make sure the baby is okay."

Michael frowned, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he walked beside me as we followed the nurse into the doctor’s office.

I was silent as I entered the office and I was one step away from breaking down, my legs almost wobbling but I kept myself in check.

The doctor gestured for me to sit as he pulled up the monitor. "We’ll do a quick scan to check on the baby’s development."

LaRosa and Michael both stood on either side of me, their arms crossed as they stared at the screen.

Michael cleared his throat. "When is she due?"

The doctor glanced at him before turning his gaze back to me. "Given her condition, I would estimate around late spring."

LaRosa nodded. "What does she need to do to ensure a healthy pregnancy?"

The doctor began listing precautions. "She needs to stay hydrated, eat nutritious meals, and avoid stress as much as possible."

Michael let out a bitter chuckle. "Avoid stress? She’s just fresh from a mafia war."

LaRosa ignored him. "What about diet? Any restrictions?"

The doctor continued explaining, listing foods I should avoid, vitamins I needed, and the importance of rest.

I felt a headache forming.

Michael and LaRosa continued asking questions—about symptoms, risks, possible complications. The more they spoke, the more my patience wore thin.

Finally, I whispered, "Shut up."

They both stopped immediately, looking at me.

The doctor sighed. "She needs rest. I’d advise keeping her in the hospital for observation."

I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the energy to.

A nurse led me to a VIP room right beside Vincenzo’s, and as I settled into bed, I found myself staring at the blinds separating our rooms.

I was pregnant.

With Vincenzo’s child.

The weight of that truth settled deep in my bones, a mixture of fear, grief, and something else—something I couldn’t quite name.

I turned when I heard the door open. Michael stepped inside, his expression softer now.

"You don’t have to stay in Sicily just because of the pregnancy," he said quietly. "I’ll help you. We can leave, start over somewhere new as you wanted."

I stared at Vincenzo’s room, my hands unconsciously drifting to my stomach.

Then, finally, I shook my head.

Michael’s brows furrowed. "Adriana—"

I exhaled, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"I made a vow," I said, my voice steady. "To stand beside Vincenzo. In life, and in everything that comes after."

Michael stared at me.

I met his gaze, my voice firm.

"I’m staying."

He inhaled sharply, about to argue, but I didn’t let him.

"I’m going back to the LaRosa mansion," I continued. "Back to my position as the Capo’s wife. Until Vincenzo wakes up, that’s where I belong."

Michael’s expression darkened, but he didn’t argue.

He knew me well enough to know—

I wasn’t changing my mind.