Sold to the Capo-Chapter 133: A NEW DAWN IN THE FAMILY

ADRIANA’S POV

The coldness of the examination table seeped through the thin hospital gown I had been given, but I barely felt it. My mind was elsewhere—split between the baby growing inside me and the man lying unconscious just a few rooms away.

This was tiring to say in the least and today was a day for a full checkup and I knew I would be checked down to the last bit today. Not exactly the best way to spend hours at the hospital. I had been on this for the last 30 minutes and I swear to God, one more minute and I would have screamed.

I kept my gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing as the doctor pressed the stethoscope against my stomach.

"You seem tense," he noted, his voice calm and professional.

I let out a slow breath. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"That’s understandable," he said. "But stress isn’t good for the baby. At this stage, your body is adjusting to the pregnancy, and any unnecessary anxiety can affect the development."

I nodded, though his words did little to ease the tension coiling in my veins.

He set the stethoscope aside and grabbed his clipboard, flipping through my medical file. "Since you’re only about three weeks along, symptoms are still mild, but they’ll increase over time. Have you been experiencing nausea?"

"Not much," I admitted. "Just a little queasiness in the mornings, but nothing unbearable."

"That’s good. Any dizziness?"

I hesitated before nodding. "Sometimes."

"Fatigue?" He arched a brow.

I sighed. "A lot."

"That’s expected," he said, jotting down notes. "Your body is working overtime to support the pregnancy. You need to rest more, eat properly, and avoid excessive movement."

I almost scoffed. "Easier said than done."

He looked up, his expression unreadable. "I understand that your situation is... unique. But your health is a priority, Adriana. This is Vincenzo LaRosa’s child—the future heir. You can’t afford to be careless. We’ve spoken about this severally"

I tensed at his words. The heir. It was something that I still wasn’t used to hearing. I was doing this for my baby, not for the heir of the LaRosa family. Vincenzo’s and I baby.

The doctor set his clipboard aside and turned to the tray beside him. "I’ve reviewed your test results. Everything looks stable for now, but I’m noticing a slight dip in your iron levels. It’s nothing alarming, but it could lead to complications if not managed."

I frowned. "What kind of complications?"

"Iron deficiency can cause extreme fatigue, dizziness, and in severe cases, complications during childbirth. I’m prescribing you supplements to take daily. I’ll also administer an injection now to help stabilize your levels."

I winced as he prepared the syringe, but I didn’t protest.

"This will sting a little," he warned before injecting it into my arm.

I barely flinched. Pain was nothing new to me.

Once he was done, he discarded the syringe and turned back to me. "I’ll need to monitor you closely for the next few weeks. I would want to take a blood test today. And I’ll have to inform Master LaRosa about your condition."

I stiffened. "No."

His brows furrowed. "Adriana—"

"I don’t want him to know," I interrupted firmly. "It’s not necessary."

The doctor sighed, rubbing his temples. "This isn’t a normal hospital, Adriana. This is a mafia hospital. I report directly to the godfather. You’re carrying his grandchild—he has the right to know."

Anger simmered inside me, but I bit back my retort. Arguing with him was pointless.

"Fine," I muttered. "But at least let me tell him myself."

He studied me for a moment before exhaling. "I can give you a little time, but eventually, he will find out."

I nodded, knowing I had just bought myself a little bit of peace.

The doctor gathered his things and left, and I was finally alone.

After a few minutes of waiting, a nurse arrived and told me it was time for the checkup that the Doctor mentioned, the nurse directed me toward the hospital’s private lab for additional blood work. As I entered, I was greeted by a young, nervous-looking lab technician who nearly dropped a stack of vials when he saw me.

"L-Lady LaRosa," he stammered, hastily adjusting his glasses.

I blinked, confused. "It’s just Adriana."

"Right. Of course." He gulped. "I, uh, I’m Samuel. I’ll be drawing your blood today."

A second technician, a petite woman with fiery red hair, snorted from behind the counter. "Relax, Sam. She’s pregnant, not an executioner."

Samuel flushed instantly. "I know! I just... it’s her."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do I have a reputation here that scares you guys?"

This was my first time in this part of the lab and apparently they hadn’t been briefed that I would be coming here for a test.

The redhead grinned. "Are you kidding? Ma’am, sincerely, you’re an inspiration to most of us here."

I smiled, my heart warming at her words. "Oh really?"

She shrugged. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

"Thanks...?" I chuckled.

"Lena." She extended a gloved hand. "Now sit down before poor Sam passes out."

Samuel coughed awkwardly as I took my seat. He fumbled with the needle for a moment before finally steadying himself.

"Okay, just a little pinch," he murmured, his hands still trembling slightly.

I barely felt it. "You work with a lot of mafia patients?"

He nodded quickly. "All the time. Mostly men with bullet wounds. Not many pregnant women though."

Lena smirked. "You’d think mafia men would be less dramatic about blood, but I’ve had guys twice the buff guy who’s the head of guards size nearly faint in this chair."

I chuckled at her words.

"Alright, all done," Samuel said, carefully labeling the vials.

I slid off the chair, flexing my arm slightly. "Thanks, Sam. Hope I didn’t terrify you too much."

He managed a weak smile. "No, no. Just... don’t tell Mr. LaRosa I almost dropped the vials."

I smirked. "Your secret’s safe with me."

A few minutes later, I was back in the check-up room of the doctor. This was wasting my time. I leaned back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts running wild.

I wanted to see Vincenzo. I needed to. But could I face him now? Would he even recognize me when he woke up?

I was about to push myself up when the door opened again, and a nurse walked in, a clipboard in hand.

"Leaving already?" she asked, arching a brow.

"I need to see my husband," I muttered.

She shook her head. "Not until your checkup is over."

We weren’t done?

I huffed but didn’t argue as she approached, setting her clipboard on the table.

"Let’s get started then."

For the next thirty minutes, she ran through a series of standard tests—checking my blood pressure, weight, and overall vitals. We exchanged small talk, but my mind remained preoccupied.

"You’re healthy, Adriana," she finally said, setting her clipboard down. "But you need to take care of yourself."

I let out a breath. "That’s what the doctor said and I’m trying."

She studied me for a moment before nodding. "That’s good enough for now." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Do you know how Vincenzo is doing?" I asked hesitantly.

She hesitated before offering a vague answer. "He’s stable."

"Stable," I repeated, my chest tightening.

She softened. "He’s making tremendous progess. He’ll be fine."

Relief flooded me, and I instinctively placed a hand on my stomach.

At that moment, my phone vibrated on the table.

It was a text from Valentina.

"Don Luca is waiting at the mansion. He wants to talk."

Oh right.

I sighed and quickly called her.

"Tell him to wait," I said as soon as she answered. "Just entertain him for now. I’ll be a while."

She exhaled. "Alright. But hurry up."

I hung up and stood, ignoring the nurse’s disapproving look.

"You should rest—"

"I’m not tired," I cut in, already heading toward the door.

I walked down the hallway, my heart pounding harder with each step.

When I reached Vincenzo’s room, I hesitated. Through the glass, I could see the doctor adjusting the machines around him, checking his vitals, monitoring his oxygen levels.

The nurse from earlier stepped beside me.

"What’s he doing?" I asked.

She followed my gaze. "Routine procedure for coma patients showing signs of recovery. He’s adjusting his IV fluids, checking for involuntary muscle movement, and monitoring brain activity."

I swallowed hard. "Why?"

"To make sure he doesn’t relapse," she explained. "When a patient starts moving after being unresponsive, the brain is essentially ’waking up.’ The doctor is ensuring that process goes smoothly."

I nodded slowly, taking it all in.

Just as I was about to ask another question, a familiar voice spoke behind me.

"Adriana."

I turned sharply to see Master LaRosa standing there, his expression unreadable.

"Why aren’t you in the doctor’s office?" he asked.

"I’m done," I replied.

He studied me before nodding toward Vincenzo’s room. "Then go inside."

I hesitated. "I... I don’t think I’m ready."

His brows furrowed. "Why?"

I struggled for an answer. How could I explain the fear clawing at my chest? What if Vincenzo woke up and didn’t remember me? What if he was different?

Master LaRosa sighed. "You’re overthinking."

I swallowed, glancing back at Vincenzo. "Maybe."

Then suddenly—

His fingers twitched.

My breath hitched.

I stared, frozen, as his eyelids fluttered.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears.

Then, ever so slowly—

Vincenzo’s eyes opened.

A choked sob escaped my throat. My vision blurred with tears as I clutched my stomach and the sound of people rushing beside me even as Master LaRosa pulled me aside so the door could be opened in haste to avoid hitting me fading away into nothing.

He was awake.

Vincenzo was awake.