Rossi’s POV
Perfect! With daddy’s generous donation from the family vault, I could finally visit the doctor who would orchestrate this elaborate pregnancy charade within our syndicate’s underground dical network. The fake test results and bribed nurse who doctored Caleb’s mandatory blood work surveillance had already drained my personal accounts. But I knew exactly which pressure points to exploit with father - a dramatic tantrum about family honor always loosened his grip on the family coffers. The money he transferred would cover the initial ultrasound fabrication with plenty remaining for maintaining appearances at the upcoming territory etings.
The mont father’s armored sedan disappeared beyond the estate gates, I slipped out and dialed the doctor’s secured line. Monica had connected with this particular dical professional operating within our cri family’s protection network, and despite her being a complete fraud, she proved surprisingly resourceful in navigating syndicate politics. I possessed intimate knowledge of father’s illicit affair with her, having tailed them to their secret safe house rendezvous multiple tis through the industrial district. While I hadn’t weaponized that information yet, Monica remained compliant as long as father’s protection paynts kept flowing. Should cooperation falter, creating a public scandal exposing their liaison to rival families remained an attractive option.
"Dr. Edward’s private clinic."
"Hello Dr. Edward, Rossi calling."
"Ah yes, my expectant fraud client from the syndicate."
"The woman about to make you considerably wealthier through family connections," I shot back with icy sarcasm. His condescending tone grated against my nerves like fingernails on concrete.
"Naturally, though paynt remains outstanding according to our arrangent. Have you actually conceived yet, my dear?"
"Progress is being made through various channels. Can we arrange a eting? I have your initial blood money prepared."
"Excellent developnt for our mutual benefit. I’m at my private residence currently. The address will arrive via encrypted ssage montarily."
The man disconnected without ceremony! Had I not desperately required his services for infiltrating Caleb’s inner circle, I would have unleashed absolute fury backed by family muscle. His ssage revealed a location a short drive away in the neutral zone. The building’s front desk security had clearance for my arrival under an assud identity. When I pressed his doorbell, he appeared wearing nothing except silk boxer shorts.
"Planning to dress properly for syndicate business?" I inquired, scanning his moderately fit physique. While not conventionally attractive by mafia standards, he maintained decent physical conditioning for soone operating in our dangerous circles.
"This attire suffices perfectly for our private transaction. Where’s my compensation?"
"Eager for blood money, aren’t we?"
"In nurous aspects regarding family politics, darling."
"First, explain your thodology for deceiving syndicate leadership."
"Your dical records are prepared according to family physician protocols. During official examinations, authentic ultrasound footage will display on my equipnt, simulating your condition perfectly for any syndicate oversight. Your devoted target will accept everything completely without questioning family dical authority. However, I strongly suggest genuine conception or strategic miscarriage following any territorial consolidation ceremony."
"I’ll handle those tactical details personally."
"My paynt for services to the family, please."
I completed the electronic transfer through encrypted syndicate channels and displayed confirmation on my secured phone. As I prepared to depart for the estate, he made an unexpected proposition that caught off guard.
"Interested in conception assistance through direct intervention?"
"aning what exactly in syndicate terms?"
"You understand perfectly, sweetheart from the cri family."
His hands circled my waist, pulling toward the leather sofa while his mouth found mine with calculated precision. His clothing removal technique proved as efficient as promised for soone operating under family protection - the entire encounter concluded within a brief ti, leaving completely unsatisfied and questioning his competence. Perhaps pregnancy would result from this clinical coupling within our syndicate’s breeding expectations. With Caleb maintaining his maddening physical distance despite family pressure, any opportunity deserved serious consideration. I dressed quickly and departed with his assurance that our arrangent would proceed flawlessly under syndicate oversight.
The remainder of my day unfolded at the upscale shopping center frequented by cri family mbers. Late afternoon brought an encrypted ssage from associates announcing Austin’s house party at his family compound. That lovesick fool worshipped completely, willing to perform any request for syndicate approval. Since fabricating stories about intimate encounters with Caleb to boost my status, I’d been regularly sleeping with Austin who responded like a creature in perpetual heat seeking family acceptance. Pregnancy should have occurred by now through our frequent encounters, yet today’s test remained negative despite my calculated efforts. Stress from syndicate politics must be interfering with conception according to family dical advisors.
Tonight’s plan involved attending Austin’s gathering and engaging in marathon intimacy until sunrise within the safety of allied family territory. Eventually pregnancy would occur through persistent effort. Perhaps Dr. Edward’s contribution had already taken root according to syndicate dical predictions.
Austin practically sprinted toward upon arrival at the heavily guarded compound, his adoration embarrassingly obvious to other cri family mbers present.
"Jade, you look absolutely stunning tonight for our family gathering! Let fetch your beverage from the private bar imdiately."
"Austin darling, I ca exclusively for you and family business. Should we find sowhere more intimate within the compound?" Avoiding my other syndicate associates remained crucial - I hadn’t confird attendance with anyone through proper channels. The strategy involved proceeding directly to his secured bedroom and remaining until morning under family protection.
"Seriously, gorgeous princess? That’s incredible for our families! Follow to the private quarters."
His pet nas made my skin crawl with their lack of sophistication, but maintaining harmony within syndicate alliances remained essential for long-term planning. I accompanied him upstairs through the heavily secured corridors, engaging the reinforced door locks before pulling him close with calculated seduction.
We spent the entire night together within the compound’s protection. Austin’s bedroom performance remained consistently disappointing despite family breeding expectations - while he’d claid my virginity years ago during a territorial celebration, he’d never delivered genuine satisfaction worthy of cri family standards. Actually, no man had ever brought to climax according to my exacting syndicate expectations. I suspected my obsession with Caleb created this problem, knowing instinctively that he could provide the pleasure others couldn’t through his dominant family position.
Before dawn broke over the estate grounds, I dressed silently and slipped away, leaving Austin unconscious across rumpled sheets within the secured compound. An armored sedan carried ho where exhaustion finally claid after the night’s calculated efforts. The sacrifices I endured for infiltrating Caleb’s syndicate position knew no bounds, but eventually every calculated risk would deliver the ultimate prize - his complete devotion and our combined family power controlling the entire territory.
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