His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 7

After feeling emotionally numb for several hours I decided to call my doctor and was scheduled for a meday. The most difficult thing would be me taking a pregnancy test yet once again to confirm it.

Hearing that the baby was the size of a blueberry was enough reason for me to ignore the doctor all throultrasound. When I was younger I had dreamed of this moment and wished it would be a happy one butcomplete opposite.

I did not know how to ask for a referral to an abortion clinic but I managed to do it. If I removed the babget too attached to the idea of something living inside of my belly.

Yes, that was what I was going to do. I was going to live my life and move on as if nothing happened andremoved the baby everything would go back to normal, there was no reason for me to be stressed and tto work as usual.

But I didn’t want an abortion. I wanted to raise my child and have something completely of my own whicand treasure.

Despite having done it before the idea of stripping while having something inside of me made me sick, adefinitely not something I wanted. “Enzo,” I called out before he closed his office door. He turned aroundeyebrows and a big smile on his face, probably happy that I had approached him for the first time in the had worked here and that it was not the usual other way around. “Do you think you can schedule me betonight?”

Enzo lead me into his office with his arms and closed the door. Just as he did yesterday, he held his handforehead, trying to find something. “Are you sick again?”

“No, I mean yes, maybe a little but I’m still good to work…just not dance.” I quickly made up. It wasn’t exalso far from the truth. Enzo took a map and quickly scrolled through it before closing it again and threw“You know what, I’ll talk to my brother, you go ahead.” He said, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Gio wperson to talk to and took everything extremely seriously which is why I went to Enzo in the first place, bwilling to go as far as asking his brother for me.

“Are you sure? Because if I can’t then that’s okay.” I asked trying to play nice, hoping he would ignore mhe luckily did. “Yes, go ahead it’s fine.”

I didn’t have to hear it for the third time and had already turned around to leave but in the process, I bumbody as hard as stone and knew exactly who it belonged to. “Is this some kind of habit of yours?” I heardvoice as he pushed me back.

“I-I’m so sorry.” I stuttered and held my head down as usual. “Now that you’re here anyway, Squirrel is gbar tonight, she’s still sick,” Enzo told Christian. To him, it was probably a relief that he didn’t have to askbut to me, it felt terrible. “Look at me.” He asked in the same demanding tone he always had, making me

He looked at me in the eye and walked a circle around me as I tried to keep my calm . “You still look like concluded. Yes, I do, and it’s because I’m carrying your baby.

“So it’s okay?” Enzo double-checked. At times it surprised me how he respected Christian despite him behim, but Lucio had always made it clear that if he was not around Christian was in charge, then Gio and a“You can let the girls dance around a campfire for all I care, do what you gotta do.” He shrugged nonchapushed a file into Enzo’s hand. Was that what he was going to say when I would tell him I was pregnant?baby can dance around a campfire.

“I only came to give you this.” He said and gently placed his hand on my back. I froze up for a second anconfused at what he was doing. “I’ll take you to the bar, come on.” He said.

I didn’t refuse or pushed him away as he walked me through the hallway which led to the club. Many of dirty looks and couldn’t stop staring at his hand on my back. What would they even do to me if they fouhaving his baby?

The club was still closed, meaning all of the girls had turned to give me a dirty look. Usually, I wouldn’t mknew Luna and Faith would protect me, but today was their day off.

“Franco!” Christian called out and opened the door to the large kitchen. I had only been there once and had just started working here. I remember it like yesterday when Lucio pulled me away and told me that be more comfortable bartending, but stripping paid better so at that time it was out of option for me.

The moment Christian walked in, all the staff stopped doing whatever they were doing and perfectly lineobeying dogs while Christian chuckled, probably thinking it was as uncomfortable as I thought. “Hey, whout here?” The guy who had appeared from behind a wall asked him before he looked me up and down.

“This is Serena, she will be helping out here temporarily, take good care of her, don’t make her wash anygive her any difficult tasks, and be nice. If I hear one complaint you’re fired.” He said, and everyone replibefore they went back to their jobs, except for Franco who stood in front of me.

Temporarily, I asked if I could work here for just this day because I was afraid of pushing it, but here he wme instead. The thing I liked the most would be that he was calling me by my name. Other than with Lucsomething which did not happen very often.

“So we meet again.” Franco smiled and gave me a handshake. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.”

“You better.” Christian turned around and placed both hands on my shoulders to look at me. “You are nolistener, are you? I told you to stay at home.” He spoke in an irritated tone and let go of me before turnintaking his exit.

“So, let me show you what you can do.” Franco clasped his hands together and gave me instructions. Thhad to do for the night was cut up some lemons and some other fruits which was nothing special and exbut at least I was getting paid. I might not be getting the tips I was used to, but I would at least be

able tQuite some time had already passed and my arms were starting to get tired, but the last thing I could dowasn’t even supposed to be back here so I had no right to complain.

“Squirrel, you’re dismissed!” Franco called out and in shock, I dropped the knife and turned around. Dismhad three more hours to go before my ending time.

“Boss’ orders.” He said when he saw the look on my face. All I could do was awkwardly nod my head andstuff while walking out of the back door. Leaving early did just not come to my advantage considering thscheduled.

“Serena?” A man standing next to a car asked me and I took a step back. Even though it was dark it was recognize him, he was usually with the Lamberti brothers and their usual driver. “Yes?”

“Boss told me to make sure you get back home safe, let’s go.” He said and held the door open. Getting aand not having to pay for an uber was something which you didn’t have to tell me twice so I got in. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

But why?

Why is he taking such good care of me?

I looked down at my flat stomach and thought about how life could be. Did I misjudge him, if I told him he take responsibility and help me raise our child?

No, of course, he wouldn’t.

He had already told me that Lucio had ordered him to look after me. He had already told me that he careemployees well being and I was definitely not a special case. There was no way he was going to accept mHe came from a rich family with mafia ties and someone like me would definitely not fit into that picture that, I would not even feel safe bringing a child into that life. Whatever crazy idea I was thinking, it wouldignore it because this was not a fairy tale.

What if I had the baby and Christian would suddenly order me to give him the baby the same way he likepeople around?

Would I even win a court case like that?

I felt slight dizziness in my head and immediately closed my eyes, hoping the feeling would go away. “Armiss?” The man behind the wheel asked and I nodded my head.

It were only a few hours but I felt like giving out. It wasn’t just the work but also the music and the lightsclub which was too much for me. If I were to keep this baby I had to find another job as soon as possibleIf I’m going to have this baby, I will give it the life it deserves with or without a dad.

If I’m going to have this baby, I will do it on my own so no one can steal it away from me…