His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

Chapter 19

“Goodmorning!” Olivia sang while I got into the car. We had become close in just one day, and texted thI felt a bit threatened in the beginning, and thought she was cold, but she was just a cute person who wamy friend. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of me eventually having to tell her about my pregnancy and thmy plan to stay at the factory for too long. “You’re in good spirits.” I smiled and appreciated her bright s“Of course I am, we have a day off tomorrow!” Olivia cheered. Only now had it occurred to me that I starof work on a Thursday, instead of the usual Monday, but I had no right to complain. Extra days meant ext“And are you used to getting up early?”

I looked over at Olivia and let out a sigh. “No, I never had to get up this early at my previous job.”

“Oh, what did you do?”

My mind went numb as I mentally smacked myself for getting into this situation. “I- uhm, a club,” I told hAs someone who was terrible at lying it was always for the best to tell the truth with a slight twist. “Rightyou could sleep in back then, I’m jealous.”

“Right.” I played along. After a while we had arrived at work, but unfortunately I was on my own today. I papers and was ready to take back everything I said yesterday. It was definitely not an easy thing to do aaround while punching holes through papers was a bit harder than I had expected it to be.

What kind of papers were they even?

I couldn’t help but scroll through some pages of the papers I was working on and quickly analyzed the wa smart thing to do, crazy!” Olivia suddenly whispered as she lowered the papers with her hand.

“There are eyes here everywhere, and I like you, so just do your job and make sure you don’t end like theyou.” Olivia chuckled, but it didn’t exactly seem as if she was joking.

“The girl before me?” I questioned while Olivia shrugged it off. “Yes, she got fired, calm down you’re shathrew her arm around my shoulder and pulled me away from my position. “We have a break, let’s go.”

We sat at the same table as yesterday, and one of the best things was that my food was already paid for. was weird I didn’t question it because that meant I had to spend even less money which I was totally fine“So you did dance in college, me too I did ballet, you must be good right?” Olivia interrogated me. Fromhad already sensed that she was a girl who loved to get to the bottom of everything.

“I sucked, I’m actually more of a hip-hop dancer and I used to be a cheerleader,” I admitted and loweredto have all these plans and thought I was the best, but when I stepped into the real world I couldn’t keepcosts and the other students who were all well-rounded. That was the very first time I thought about whawould’ve been like if my birth parents were able to give me the same opportunities. If there was somethwould’ve probably been talking about school.

My baby’s life wouldn’t be like this, because I would be working until my legs would give out to give thedeserves, the life I never had. I always liked to think that my parents had the same mindset and in the enwhat was best for me, and if that wasn’t the case, I would make sure to go that extra mile.

“That’s okay, outside of the club I’m a bit stiff so maybe you can teach me someday.” She shrugged her she continued to eat her fries.

After a while we were done eating and were already on our way back as we made our way through the hpeaceful out here without a boss breathing in your neck each second.” I commented.

“I told you, they see and hear everything around here, so don’t let it fool you.” Olivia repeated the same before.

“Speaking of the devil,” Olivia whispered. I looked up ahead and saw two men heading towards our direcboss, but you know him.”

“I do?” I whispered to myself as I thought about her words from the other day. She said I was someone pboss, someone precious to someone I had never met before.

My memories had finally returned as the two men stepped closer and I finally was finally able to recognizIt was the man whose suit I had ruined at the club, the same man who I met at the convenience store whpregnancy test, but what was his deal with me?

Of course I knew a Vince, Vincenzo.

The other guy who I had also met at the grocery store, followed the same routine as back then and stayeVincenzo gave me a wink and showed off his perfect smile. “Are you treating her well?” He asked Olivia, time since we’d met, she seemed a bit frightened. Was he really that scary?

“Of course.” She told him, before she locked her hands with mine in an overprotective matter. Vincenzo lour hands and let out a chuckle. “You can get back to work now, Serena I would like to talk to you.”

Olivia froze up for a second, before she released my hand and stormed off in anger. What was her proble“Serena, it’s so good to see you here.” Vince smiled as he reached for my hand. I was pissed and the onlythink about was how I had robbed someone from their rightful spot, because of favoritism and pity. Eversaid about me having the right qualities, despite me screwing up the interview finally made sense. I didnown, I had a push.

Did Christian have something to do with this after all? No, of course, he didn’t. Christian did not want meAll he cared for was that check of his.

“Yes, thanks for…this,” I spoke unsure and noticed a slight frown on his face. LI was grateful for the job buwas going to go on my knees to bow down and thank him for saving my life he was wrong. Now that I kunrightfully got here, everything had changed. How could I teach my baby to work hard when I got in hefavoritism?

“So how were the test results?” Vince eagerly awaited my answer. What was me being pregnant to him aIn a few weeks I would be gone from here, and who knows perhaps leave the city too because there werebad memories left in this place.

“Well, I’m here so…” I told him as I once again twisted the truth. Vince appeared to me as someone who hero, and I didn’t need another guy to hand me checks. He grew a smile on his face and nodded. “That’sGood for me or for him?

Knowing he was friends with Christian made me uncomfortable because I had no idea if he believed my just playing around with me. Did Christian even tell someone about the pregnancy?

“When I saw your name and your picture I pulled every single string I could to get you this job.” He prouhe expected me to bow down and thank him. It really bothered me whenever people thought they were someone but did not realize that the only person they were truly helping was no one other than themselGiving me this job. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Paying for my lunch.

Forcing Olivia to take care of me.

Did Olivia even like me or was she just simply following instructions out of fear for her boss?

Whatever he had been doing for me, I was sure that I would’ve been able to do that too if I tried a bit haperfectly fine on my own.

He looked like a high school boy staring at his crush and his intentions were clear. He probably had a thiand must’ve thought I was some easy catch.

“I should get back to work,” I politely spoke and tried to remain professional throughout the entire convsmile on Vince’s face had vanished and he seemed confused. He couldn’t even see that his

actions were him one last nod and walked away until I had reached the corner and could finally release the breath I haback.

“Beau, did I do something wrong?” I heard him ask the other guy and waited to hear his answer.

“I’m pretty sure she isn’t stupid and knows her interview sucked, sometimes you have to let people do thown.” Beau told him. Those words were enough for me to finally walk away. At least one of them had braAfter a long day of work Olivia brought me back home again and I made my way upstairs. I stared into thmirror and placed my hand on my stomach. It seemed like I was getting used to the feeling of being pregexhausted, but that was most likely because of work.

I made my way out of the elevator and walked to my apartment door with my head lowered while I anticmoment I could finally lay down on my bed, but that plan got ruined when noticed a figure standing at ttraveled up to meet the person I did not want to see.

Christian