Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

Bonus Chapter 3

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بہکے بہکے سے انداز بیاں ہوتے ہیں
آپ ہوتے ہیں تو ہوش کہاں ہوتے ہیں۔۔۔

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Michael was worried sick. He was driving at really fast speed. His heart was slamming in his throat. He just prayed to Allah with the bottom of his heart that Anisah must be fine.

Just half an hour ago he got a call from her and her voice was merely a whisper, she was breathing heavily and was asking him to come home as soon as possible. He asked her if she's fine or anything, but she just insisted to him being at home. Here he is speeding to his place.

Within minutes, he reached their. Stopping the car with a screeching sound at the porch, he stared at his security men who were standing in full alert but their face completely indicates that nothing happened but still he dashed inside the house and there she was, standing in the lounge as he ran to her and buried her form in a bear hug. Her feet were almost off the ground.

"I can't b-breathe!" She mumbled lowly, and he loosened his hold, and she was on her feet again as she breathed, but he didn't let go of her completely as his arms were still around as his eyes racked her form from head to toe for any injuries, but she appears fine.

"Woman! You scared the shit out of me!" He scolds her angrily and she smiled sheepishly.

"I've a surprise for you." She mused and hold his hand as she took him to their room. She made him sit on the bed. Went back to lock the door and came back to sit on his lap.

Michael fucking loved it when she sits on his lap, and she knows it!

He wrapped his large manly arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him as he kissed her jaw.

"Tell me baby, where's my surprise." He huskily asked making her cheeks to tint red and a radiant smile appeared on her face.

She holds his hand that was on her waist and placed it on her belly. Michael's brow furrowed for a second or two and then his eyes widened in pure joy. He nodded his head as in asking her for confirmation, and she nodded back with a big smile and next thing he carried her in a bridal style and swirl.

Their laughter radiating in their room. "I'm so happy!" Michael spoke as he still carried her, their eyes twinkling as Anisah pulled his face down by applying pressure on the nape of his neck as she kissed his forehead. "I'm happy too."

"Let's pray together and thank our lord for this beautiful news." Anisah's eyes twinkled with happiness as she eagerly nodded. They both prayed together and then thanked their lord. Few months back when Anisah heard Michael reciting verses in such a beautiful voice and accent. She was shocked and in awe but when she got to know he's a hafiz. She was stunned but deep down felt so happy about such amazing news.

After prayers, they decided to call family and give them this beautiful news. Everyone was happy after hearing it. They were already blessed with a grandson, Sana's son and now Anisah is pregnant, they were really happy.

After dinner Anisah was washing dishes, and she jumped abruptly cause Michael spanked her again. She turned off the tap and turned to give him a piece of her mind but her words died down by the intensity of his green eyes.

She gulped and took a step back but Michael was fast as he holds her waist and placed her on the slab. Anisah gasped as Michael removes his shirt and threw it on the floor. Her eyes took in his muscly form, and he removed her shirt impatiently, and she let him, followed by her pants. She was only in her undergarments as his lips took her in a passionate kiss.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!

Anisah fisted his small hairs as she knowingly pressed her bosoms on his chest and wrapped her legs around his hips. Michael growled in approval as he cupped her bosoms and squeezed them hard making her gasp. "You know I fucking love these." He husked as he squeezes them again to emphasize on his words.

"Tell me Michael, what else you love?" She panted in his ears making him groan as he cupped her core possessively making her jolt. "I fucking love this!" He hissed at her lips, their eyes looking intense and filled with need.

"It's all yours! I'm all yours Michael." She seductively whispered and that was it, he removed her pantie followed by her bra as he removed his sweats and boxers and stroked her entrance with his length and in one swift move he was deep inside her filling her completely making her arch into him.

His one hand massages her bosom and other squeezed her ass as he thrusts in her with full need and want. "Ahhh..ummm... Michael." She moaned as his pace increased.

"Fuck me!" He roared, making her meet his all thrusts. "I ammmmm!!!!" She screamed as she came hard and Michael was close too, he holds her waist tightly and pumped in her few more time but deep and fast as he came grunting.

"Fucking love you babe." Michael panted.

"I know love." She breathed.

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"Michael!" Anisah screamed startling the poor soul as he immediately sat straight and looked at his wife, who's sitting beside him on the bed as she clutched her eight months pregnant large belly.

Michael shot to action as sat beside her and touched her belly. "Are you hurt? Is it paining? Tell me love?" Michael asked panicked, sleep long forgotten.

Anisah smiles sheepishly. "I want ice-cream." She chirped like a child making Michael to chuckle at her mood swings.

"Babe it's 2 am." He tried to make her understand and her lips wobbled, and her chin quivered. "I WANT ICE-CREAM!" She screamed and started crying.

Michael panicked as he immediately stood up and picked his car keys. "Okay baby, stop crying. I'll go get your ice-cream but you promise me that you won't leave the room?" He asked her softly as he cupped her cheeks.

She nodded her head in affirmation with a wide smile, making him chuckle. As he kissed her forehead and left the room. Instead of going himself, he ordered one of his man to bring ice-cream. Within minutes the ice-cream arrived, and he presented to his chubby adorable wife. Yes she has got a little weight, her bosoms became bigger and her ass became wider and he fucking loved it.

He can't wait to hold their kid in his hands.

Anisah ate the ice-cream happily and when he asked her to sleep now, she started crying again, making him worried. "What happened Habibti?" He asked concerned.

"You don't love me anymore." She sniffed with red nose and cheeks, her lips pouting.

"Why you think that?" He asked extremely confused.

"Because you don't touch me anymore, and we didn't do the deed for soooo long." She complained with that innocent face.

"Fuck!" Michael cursed under his breath. It was already so difficult to not touch her and now her words only made him want to fuck her hard. But he can't take any risks, what if he got his child hurt. No fucking way!

"Babe, I fucking love you so much. Don't think like that, we don't do the deed because I don't want to hurt my baby and you." He tried to make her understand softly, and she hiccuped as she wiped her tears, understanding his words.

"I understand, so can we do it after my baby is born?" She asked innocently and damn her innocence was killing him.

"Yes baby." He spoke smoothly trying to be calm.

"We will do it sooo many times okay." She ordered him softly and fuck his imagination already started running wild.

"Yes Habibti." He spoke softly, kissed her forehead and made her go to sleep. When she was finally slept, he stared at his hard on, now he needs a fucking shower.

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"How's my wife?" Michael asked the nurse, whojust came out of the labor room. He can hear her screams and man it was pure agony. He can't imagine how much pain woman bear to give birth.

"Wait sir." Nurse said and Zaroon came to stand beside Michael, patting his shoulder. "She'll be fine." Zaroon tried to calm him.

"Look who's talking!" Michael gave Zaroon a cold look and move towards the door.

Zaroon clenched his jaw but controlled himself. Now is not the time.

They waited for two more hours and then nurse came out smiling. "Congratulations sir, it's a girl." The nurse informed.

A happy teary laugh escaped Michael's lips as he thanked Allah for this blessing. Everyone smiled on the news.

"Can I see my wife." He asked hurriedly. Nurse nodded, and he went straight in and saw exhausted looking Anisah but what got his happy tears to fall were the small bundle of joy that was in Anisah's arm as the lady doctor was also supporting the kid.

Michael came to her side as she gave him her teary smile. "Look Michael, she got your eyes." Anisah spoke with happy tears making Michael's eyes to widen because the crying girl has the same eye color as her father.

"She's beautiful." Michael spoke softly, looking at the small thing, he was scared to even speak loud in front of the baby.

Doctor then placed the baby in the incubator and Michael faced his wife. He gave a kiss on her forehead and then on her palms. "Thank you so much love, for bearing so much pain for our child." He spoke sincerely kissing her eyes making her squeeze his hand as she drifted into sleep due to exhaustion.

And he went into the same mosque as he prayed there and thanked his lord. That old man was watching Michael from a far corner and by the twinkling content look on Michael's face that old man knew his problems are sorted out by the lord. After all, Allah is the most merciful.

Michael saw that old man smiling at him. He went to that man, crouched down and kissed old man's hand and then touched it with his forehead in respect.

"Are you happy my child?" The old man asked patting his shoulder.

Michael smiled, his eyes teary. "I am! I'm blessed with a daughter." He gave the best news of his life to that man.

A shine appears in that old man's eyes as he laughed in happiness, congratulating the young man and gave money to the little boy of that mosque to bring dates, so they can distribute in happiness.
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