The Mafia Princess Return (Talia) novel Chapter 251

**The Man Who Built an Empire from Power—and Tried to Rebuild Me from Ruins**
**by Caden Blake**
**Chapter 251**

**Kai’s POV**

It feels surreal, almost like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Our precious little girl is pregnant. One of us is the father, and that means we’re all stepping into the role of fatherhood, a beautiful responsibility that fills me with anticipation and joy.

I can hardly contain my eagerness to rid ourselves of Cillian once and for all. The thought of that wretched man, the one who has caused our girl so much pain, still lurking in the shadows is unbearable. I yearn for the day when our baby girl and her unborn child can finally live free from fear, away from his grasp.

Talia’s involvement in this plan weighs heavily on my heart. I know how much the tigers mean to her; they are like her own little babies. If even one of them is in Cillian’s clutches, we have no choice but to retrieve them. It’s a mission we can’t afford to take lightly.

Despite our concerns, we all know that Talia is the only one capable of keeping Poseidon in check. Her presence is essential for the attack, but we will remain vigilant, ensuring she is never alone. She deserves our protection, especially now.

As the night wore on, exhaustion finally took over, and one by one, we drifted off to sleep, bright smiles gracing our faces, all of us dreaming of the miracle growing inside her.

The following morning, we prepared for the day ahead. Since our workout was the main focus, we skipped the showers and slipped into our workout gear, brushing our teeth in a hurry. Carter took it upon himself to help Talia style her hair into a high ponytail, a small gesture that brought a smile to my face.

Once we were ready, we made our way to the dining room for breakfast. I noticed Talia settled comfortably on Theo’s lap, a sight that warmed my heart. For reasons unknown, Theo often placed a protective hand over her stomach, a gesture that seemed instinctive, as if he sensed the life she carried within her. Talia had confided in us that only the six of us, along with Uncle Caleb, were privy to her secret. Perhaps this was a twin thing—an unspoken bond between them. It was endearing to witness Theo’s protective nature; it reassured us that he would look out for our little one.

“Alright, everyone,” Grandpa Thomas announced, breaking the comfortable chatter at the table. “Once we finish breakfast, we’ll meet outside on the lawn. We’ll split into two groups; Talia and Dina will lead each group and ensure our fighting skills are sharp.” We all nodded in agreement, though a sense of worry lingered in my mind.

I glanced at Talia, hoping she wouldn’t overexert herself during the workout. The last thing we wanted was for her to feel stressed or for anything to happen to our precious baby.

After breakfast, we followed through with the plan. Outside, we divided into two teams and lined up, practicing various close combat techniques before pairing off to spar. Talia and Dina moved among us, offering guidance and correcting our stances.

I felt a surge of relief that Talia wasn’t pushing herself too hard. She needed to take it easy, and I was determined to ensure she did.

As we continued our training, the hours flew by until lunch arrived. Afterward, the guards set up shooting targets, and we had to refresh our weapon skills.

“Damn, this reminds me of that hellish training camp during our school break when our trip to Dubai got cut short,” Nico remarked, his exhaustion evident.

We had all come so far since those days. Each of us had improved significantly, thanks to Talia and Dina’s relentless dedication. Even the newcomers—our football and basketball teammates, Bradley, Logan, Magnus, and the German crew—had become integral parts of our alliance.

It was astonishing to think that the American and Italian mafias were once considered the best in hand-to-hand combat, while the Russians excelled in weaponry, and the Mexicans and British were the top hackers. But that was before we united. Now, we trained together, six different mafias functioning as one cohesive unit.

All of this was possible because of Talia. Without her, we would never have formed this tight-knit family. She was the glue that held us together. This upcoming attack would be the final step in freeing her from the chains of her past.

I pondered what life would be like after we took down Cillian. This mission had been framed as temporary, a necessary evil. Yet, deep down, I doubted any of the six mafias would want to revert to how things were before. No one wanted to leave our princess behind.

Even though she was the pureblood princess of the American and Italian mafias, she had become the beloved princess of all six factions.

“Great job, everyone. Go take a shower,” Dominic said, his voice booming with authority. “After dinner, we’ll gather in the living room for a meeting to finalize our attack plan. We’ll take the rest of the night off to recharge for another workout tomorrow.” We all nodded, the weight of our mission hanging in the air.

I approached Talia and lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a bride. The other five guys followed us up to our room, their laughter echoing in the hallway.

In our room, Carter and Levi helped Talia shower, ensuring she was pampered. Once they finished, Bradley and I took our turns drying her off, while Kayden and Ezra applied lotion to her soft skin. Afterward, Carter helped her style her hair again, a small ritual that felt intimate and sweet.

When we were all dressed in colorful jeans and shirts, we settled onto the bed, watching Carter meticulously braid Talia’s hair.

Talia wore a dark brown two-piece loungewear set, the off-the-shoulder top hugging her figure elegantly. She looked stunning, and I couldn’t believe there was a little miracle growing inside her. I was excited for the day we could share this news with the world.

Talia had assured us that Uncle Caleb had promised to keep her secret until after we dealt with Cillian. I was relieved she confided in us; it meant we could protect her and our baby more effectively.

We were all young, but the six of us knew without a doubt that Talia was the one we wanted to build our lives with. The countdown had begun; just over two weeks until she and Theo turned 18. I hoped she would love the surprise we had planned for her.

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**The Mafia Princess Returns**
**Chapter 152**

**Bradley’s POV**

The news Talia shared with us yesterday lingers in my mind, making me smile like a fool throughout the day. I’m also grateful to see that she hasn’t pushed herself too hard during our workout today.

Watching her now, seated on Carter’s lap as he braids her hair into two neat plaits, fills me with immense pride. She’s truly ours, and I can’t help but feel lucky.

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