Chapter 85 Daring
Pregnant? Did she hear the maid right or was it just her imagination?
"What did you just say?" She slowly stood, her face still pale.
"You're pregnant, ma'am. I can tell it's been a week. I'm really good at knowing these things. Congratulations, ma'am."
Candy forgot how to use her mouth for a moment. Her face remained pale. The maid got worried.
"Ma'am, are you okay?" the maid inquired.
"You aren't kidding, right?!" Candy exclaimed, her face brightening up. Happiness surged through her system.
"No, ma'am. You are," the woman smiled. It was good to see her smile.
"Oh God!" Candy's eyes teared up as she palmed her lips. This was so unbelievable and unexpected. "I guess I'll have to confirm it at the hospital first."
The maid nodded. "Yeah, you should see a doctor."
Candy nodded but felt light-headed again, this time worse than before. Before she knew it, she was falling, and darkness blinded her.
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"She is fine, it's just one of the signs."
Candy heard the voice of the doctor as she slowly drifted out of her sleep. Yazmine and Jackie saw this and immediately ran to her.
"Hey," Yazmine smiled so brightly while Jackie palmed her lips.
What's with the happy atmosphere?
"Candy, you're pregnant," Yazmine answered her unspoken question. This brought a large smile to Candy's face.
"I know... I'm so fucking happy," Candy sobbed lightly.
"I'm going to be an aunt. I knew this would be possible!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Miss Candy," the doctor called, gaining the attention of the trio. "You fainted due to your stress these days. If there's something really bothering you, you should try not to let it affect you. Take a good rest," he informed and left.
"This calls for a celebration," Yazmine squealed.
"When are you going to tell Mr. President? He'll be so happy," Jackie said.
"Hm, but not yet," Candy said, and Yazmine nodded. Candy wanted him to focus on the mission without adding any emotional or mental stress that would distract him.
"This is such a critical time. Candy's pregnancy should be kept a secret," Yazmine understood. "I'll talk to the doctor and keep an eye on him."
"The President's men have been all around the place. Griffin must be a tough opponent," Jackie muttered.
Candy took out her phone and made a call to Diego.
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Diego, who was still on a plane, picked up immediately. A smile on his face.
"I was expecting your call, wife. Don't tell me you're just waking up," he spoke in his deep voice.
"Hm, sorry my call is coming late. I'm just missing you already," he heard her mumble. He badly wished to turn back and go to her.
"I love you," he answered, knowing that would make her smile.
"I love you too. Well, handsome, I have good news for you," she said. Diego could hear the excitement in her voice, making him so curious.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"I'll tell you when you come home," she said.
"Wife, you're making my hair stand with curiosity. Please, love, tell me."
"Nah, come back home after your mission. You really have to come back to hear it."
He could sense she was trying her best not to spill the news. Maybe it's best he didn't force her.
"I'll be back to hear it then. Bye, love. I'll call you steadily."
"Bye. I love you."
The call ended, and Diego took a deep breath. There was big news waiting for him. All he had to do was focus and end this once and for all.
Meanwhile, Jameson stared at his phone, wondering if he should call Jackie again. They'd talked to each other an hour ago, but the conversation was short.
Jackie seemed nervous around him; he could sense it.
"What are you thinking?" Diego's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Huh? Nothing," Jameson said, keeping his phone. His gaze settled on the bracelet on Diego's wrist. Diego never wore those; it was definitely from Candy.
"From Candy, right?" he asked, referring to the bracelet.
"Hm, she gave it to me last night. A lucky bracelet," Diego grinned, remembering how his cute wife had given him the bracelet last night before sleeping.
"Lucky you. I don't have any," Jameson pouted, checking his empty wrist.
"Go get married. You're getting old."
"Old? Did you just call me old?" Jameson glared.
(MOSCOW)
A huge building, strictly secretive and highly dangerous, housed a deadly mafia clan. They had their own traditions, methods, and ranks.
Currently, their Don was named Sylvester. The authority was passed down to him after his father passed away. He was the strongest and most ruthless of them all. Anyone would cringe at the mention of his name.
Returning to the clan after his mission, he heard the necessary updates from his wife and also his assistant, Dona. She handled the clan whenever he went on a mission.
"Seven new mobsters?" Sylvester asked his endowed wife standing before him. Her private area barely covered.
"Hmm, they all survived the trial. One of them seems to be really experienced though. His results shocked me. He is going to be a good fighter," Dona smirked, having a crazy thought.
"Are you staring at another man, Dona?" He raised his brow, sounding displeased.
"I can never do that," Dona replied, unsure of her words.
"Hm," Sylvester grunted. "Assemble the seven. I want to see them myself," he ordered.
Soon, six men and one woman were standing before Sylvester. One of them was Griffin.
His look was dark and his expression unreadable. He watched the so-called Don Sylvester approaching them. Dona, on the other hand, kept her gaze on Griffin. Her gown was getting wet just at the sight of him.
"Out of twenty who wished to join, only seven passed. Impressive," Sylvester spoke, his eyes mostly attracted to Griffin. He must be the one his wife admired.
"What's your name, big guy?" He gave Griffin a snobby look, standing close.
"Griffin," he replied shortly.
"Cat got your tongue? You got no fucking surname?" Sylvester spat.
"You must be the Don I've been waiting for," Griffin tilted his head a little.
"Yeah, I'm the Don. Do you have something to tell me?" Sylvester snickered darkly.
"Hmm... I want you to leave your position as a Don and let me take over. Please do so, I really don't want to stress myself," Griffin said, shocking everyone watching, most especially Sylvester.
Dona blinked several times in surprise. Is this guy serious right now? Sylvester is going to kill him, especially now that he doesn't like him.
"What did you just say?" Sylvester's blood boiled in anger. Griffin sighed, punching the bridge of his nose.
"Leave your damn position..."
"I heard you the first time. I was just wondering why a son of a bitch like you badly wants to die in a gruesome way."
"This clan mostly respects traditions. I found out a pretty interesting one," Griffin smirked. "Anyone who kills the Don becomes the Don himself."
"Are you saying that you want to fight me? You're surrounded by my men. They'll gun you down just at the snap of my fingers," Sylvester had never been dared before. He was strong, really strong. His body screamed danger. He was huge, bearded, and filled with tattoos. His face was pierced with rings.
With the corner of his eyes, Griffin noticed the mobsters around, taking out their guns.
"Fight me like a man, little Don. Show your little ones you still deserve this position," Griffin drew his face close. "Killing me without a proper fight will make them doubt you. Is the almighty Sylvester scared?"
One thing about Sylvester, his ego came first. And now, Griffin had triggered that.
His eyes turned red with anger, and he immediately sent a punch to Griffin's face, sending him rolling on the floor.
Griffin laughed excitedly. His plan was working; he had to piss off Sylvester. He wiped the blood on his lips, watching Sylvester remove his shirt.
"You're dead!" Sylvester roared, running to attack again.