THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

The water trickled down my hair to my shoulders and back in the same manner. I washed the vanilla-scented soap off my hair as it stuck to my body. Turning the water off, I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body.

I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off the fog from it, to get a better look at my reflection. I looked at the tiny, barely visible scar on my forehead and let out a sigh. You could hardly see it except if you were very close to me, and my hair plays a major part in covering it up.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the closet, looking for a comfortable shirt to put on. It was in the afternoon, and I had already had my lunch. After dressing up, I walked out of the closet to the bed to lie on it. I took out my phone, went through my message box, and replied to the messages sent by my aunt and Stephanie. I chatted with Stephanie for some time before she went offline since she had a lecture. I got tired of lying on the bed and thought of what to do.

“Come in.” I was about to get up when I heard a knock. The door opened, and Samantha walked in, closing it behind her.

It’s been a month since I was rescued, and Samantha has been checking up on me constantly. Serena and Alexander also came to check up on me a week after I got back home. Alexander already knew about me being kidnapped because Sin had told him, but Serena had no idea. When she found out about it, she was angry that we didn’t tell her about it.

We still haven’t told them about the baby, and Sin thinks it would be a good idea to hold a family dinner with everyone present to announce that I was pregnant. I wanted to recuperate first and get my energy back, so I have been on bed rest.

I was getting tired of being locked up here; my view of the outside this past month was through the window. I wasn’t allowed to do this. I wasn’t allowed to do that. It was kind of frustrating.

Sigh..

I climbed down from the bed, and Samantha quickly rushed to the bed to hold my hand. I huffed. She won’t let me do anything; she and Sin are so alike.

“You do know I’m capable of walking by myself. Right. ” I say to her as we both make our way to the couch, taking a seat.

“Yeah, I do, but the doctor said you need to be on complete bed rest, careful, and avoid stress,” she exclaimed.

“But right now, you and Sin are the ones stressing me out.”

“We are just worried. The week you were gone was hell for us, especially Sin. He kept blaming himself for everything.”

“It’s not his or your fault. We had no idea what Zoey was like, and right now, I don’t want to think about it. So you need to stop hovering around me, feeling guilty. I just want everything to go back to the way it was,” I said, and she nodded.

“I understand. I will try not to be too much.” We looked at each other, smiling, and I pulled her in for a hug, thankful to have her as a friend. “So when are you telling the rest of the family about the baby?” Samantha asked about changing the subject.

“Tomorrow, Nikolai already invited them over for dinner tomorrow evening,” I answered, my hand on my tummy, feeling the small baby bump there.

“I wish we knew the sex of the baby.” She whined, and I laughed.

“Well, Nikolai thinks it’s a girl. His little angel.” i said,

“What about you? What do you think it is?” She asked curiously.

“I don’t know; I’m just happy he or she is safe and healthy.” But after I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to be a boy-handsome, smart, brave, and strong, just like his dad. I slowly massaged my tummy, a smile still on my face.

“I’m so eager to know; I can’t believe you want it to be a surprise.” She whined again, and I stared at her in amusement.

She was right; Doctor Fernandez had come over two days ago to check on the baby since it was three months old. The heart beat, and everything was okay, but I told him I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby yet until it was born, and Sin agreed with me. I think it would be worth the wait to try to guess if the baby was a boy or girl.

“You could always ask Dr. Fernandez to tell you if you are that eager to know,” I told her, and I watched her face light up then dim again.

“I don’t think I would be able to contain my excitement and might end up spilling it out,” she says, shaking her head. “I guess I have no choice but to wait.”

“Speaking of choices, don’t think I didn’t notice the way you and Alexander kept stealing glances at each other.”

Samantha’s eyes widened, and she gulped nervously, avoiding my gaze. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” she splattered out in a rush, a blush creeping up her face.

“Of course you do. Something must have happened between the two of you because he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He looked like a lost puppy trying to get your attention while you kept looking elsewhere, pretending not to notice, just to glance at him when he wasn’t looking,” “I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Wow, you really should be a detective.” She says it slyly, and I gave her a blank look before she let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, you are right; something did happen between us.”

“Quit holding out on me; I’m dying of curiosity here,” I say to her with a pleading look, and she laughs.

“We kind of…” she paused, clearing her throat. “Thingssortofhappenedandwekissed,” she said in one breath.

I squealed, clapping my hands in excitement. “When did that happen and how?”

Samantha looked surprised at me. “You understood what I said.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, I did,” I answered in a duh tone. “You both kissed each other; now quit stalling and tell me what happened.”

“It was the time you got kidnapped; I was depressed and didn’t know what to do. Sin had invited Alexander over to talk about what was going on. I was sitting by the poolside until I felt a presence beside me, and that’s when Alexander came to sit beside me. We talked for some time, him mostly. He was trying to comfort me, and in the process, things got a little bit heated up. I don’t know who leaned in first, if it was him or me, but the next thing I knew, I had my lips pressed to his, making out. ”

I squealed again. “You both look good together.”

“You think?”‘ she asked sceptically.

“Yes, I saw the way he looked at you. He really likes you.”

“Ugh. I don’t know. I guess I will see how things turn out between us, but that doesn’t mean I will give in to him easily. You’ve got to keep them on the leash.” Samantha joked, and the both of us laughed.

She really knows how to brighten my day.