Nine Months Pregnant and Abandoned by a Mafia Prince

The machines kept roaring. The walls kept burning. And somewhere far away, Giovanni waited for another woman’s child to be born. By the time the door was finally opened, the room was silent. Mother and baby never made it out. — I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant when my body finally gave up pretending it could wait. The pain came in waves so violent I could barely think, barely breathe. My hands dug into Giovanni’s sleeve. “Gio!” I called out, “Please… I need a hospital. Now.” Giovanni D’Amico. Mafia prince. Golden son.  Nine Months Pregnant and Abandoned by a Mafia Prince Here