His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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.

you’re here anyway, Squirrel is gbar tonight, she’s still sick,” Enzo told Christian. To him, it was probably a

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

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

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.

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

had turned to give me a dirty look. Usually, I wouldn’t mknew

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

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

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.”

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.

and gave me a

shoulders to look at me. “You are nolistener, are you? I told

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

Franco called out and in shock, I dropped the knife and turned around. Dismhad three more hours to go

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

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