Mafia：The Bloodstained Delivery Bed

I lay on the delivery bed in a private clinic, each contraction tearing through me like my body was being ripped apart.

My husband, **Vincenzo Rossi**, held my hand, his eyes so tender they looked almost wet.

“Just hang on a little longer, Camilla. We’re about to meet our baby.”

I was drenched in sweat from the pain, but I still forced a smile at him.

Then a nurse walked in holding a syringe. I thought it was the epidural.

But Vincenzo suddenly let go of my hand and took a step back.

The second the needle pierced my skin, I heard him say, “Sophia made it clear. She wants her child born first. Get the dosage right. She cannot go into labor until Sophia delivers.”

I stared at him, eyes wide.

He only glanced down at his watch.

“Sophia is already six centimeters dilated. Just hold her off for two more hours.”

I wanted to scream. I wanted to fight.

But the drug had already rushed into my blood.

The violent contractions in my belly were cut off all at once.

Everything stopped.

I was wheeled into a makeshift cell in the clinic basement.

Vincenzo’s sister, **Lina**, stood in the doorway, twirling a scalpel between her fingers.

“Camilla, don’t blame my brother.”

“Sophia is carrying my older brother’s child. That baby is the only male heir of this generation in the Rossi family. He’s the future godfather.”

She looked down at me and smiled.

“It doesn’t matter if you give birth first. Yours is just a girl. Useless.”

I clutched my stomach. A new wave of contractions was fighting against the drug.

The pain was so bad my vision went black.

“Call a doctor. I’m in labor. Please, I really am...”

Lina gave a light laugh and crouched in front of me.

“In labor?”

“The drug will hold for another three hours. Sophia is already in the delivery room.”

“So just wait here like a good girl. Once her son is born safe and sound, you can deliver however you want.”

Then she stood up and told the bodyguards outside, “Watch her. If she starts screaming, gag her.”

The door slammed shut.

I lay on the freezing concrete floor, blood soaking through the hem of my dress.

Vincenzo had taken my phone the second we got to the clinic. He told me radiation was bad for the baby.

Now I understood.

He was afraid I’d call for help.

Curled up in pain, I tried to breathe through it, but all I could think about was the look in his eyes just now.

Cold.

Calculated.

Like he was looking at a tool.

Not at his wife.

Not at the woman about to give birth to his child.

Three months ago, his older brother **Marco** died in a car crash and left behind his widow, Sophia, who was three months pregnant.

At the funeral, Vincenzo’s father, the old godfather, held Sophia’s hand and cried.

“That baby has to live. The Rossi family cannot lose its bloodline.”

Back then, I had actually felt sorry for her. I’d stepped forward and said, “Dad, don’t worry. Vincenzo and I will protect this family too. Our child will too.”

The old godfather looked at me and said nothing.

Now I knew why.

From that moment on, my baby had already been abandoned.

“Ah...”

Another contraction hit, harder than the last.

The drug was wearing off.

The baby was coming.

I struggled to my feet and pounded on the door with everything I had left.

“Someone, please. I’m in labor. Save my baby!”

No one answered.

Not until my throat was raw from screaming did I hear a bodyguard’s annoyed voice from outside.

“Shut up. Miss Lina said you wait.”

“But my baby...”

“If it dies, then it dies. That’s fate. Not our fault you’re carrying a girl. A daughter can’t inherit the Rossi empire.”

I collapsed back onto the floor, cold all over.

Someone wanted my child dead.

But death was not supposed to be this baby’s fate.