Part Of The Mafia
“Are you part of the mafia?” She dreaded the answer to that question. She could feel her heartbeat increase as Xavier turned to her, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Please tell me,” she cried. She knew what being part of the mafia was, she knew exactly what it was. Danger, death, commotions.
Slowly, Xavier tore the answer off him. “Yes.”
Although she thought that she was prepared for his answer, a gasp still escaped her lips, her body trembled and her feet gave away under her and if it wasn’t for his good reflex to catch her, she would have fallen butt first on the floor. His answer echoed in her mind.
Xavier swept her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. He sat her on the bed, her back to the headboard. “Don’t bother yourself. If you keep thinking about this, it’s not good. Don’t forget what the doctor said,” he warned. “I’ll take care of everything. You and the baby in your womb are both my responsibility and goddamn me if anything happens to you.” He caressed her cheek. “I’ll protect you and the child with everything in me so you should stop worrying and go to bed, okay?”
She had no words left in her to speak. She was totally speechless, her throat dry.
“You’re safe in this mansion and will continue to be safe, doll. You’ll go to bed now, hmm?”
She let him lower her into a sleeping position, tucking her in and then proceeding to kiss her on her forehead. She watched with unfocused eyes as he walked into the walk-in closet, coming out wearing a black shirt with a gun in hand.
Her breath hitched at the sight. Once he left the room, Elaine breathed a sigh of relief. Just how much secret was he keeping away from her? How much of his life she didn’t know yet? She wondered if there was a gun under the bed, in her drawer, or even in the bathroom. There had been a gun in the walk-in closet and she didn’t even notice it. Oh goodness, save her.
She’d been aware of the fact that Xavier was no ordinary man when she met him for the first time. He carried such aura and poise that made anyone quiver. The way he carried himself proved to anyone that he was powerful and utterly dangerous. But she’d ignored those signs and had gotten married to him in desperation to get out of the trouble she was in.
If she’d known for a fact that he was part of the mafia and a lot more dangerous than she could ever imagine, she would have turned the other way the day he saved her from the reporters, she would have screamed her heart out to get away from the man. She would have sprinted from the one man who would snatch her peace and normalcy away.
But now? She was in too deep. Too deep to think of coming out. In her womb was the child of the man and on her finger was the ring he placed on their wedding day. And then in her heart of all places was him, the father of her baby.
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After a while of forced sleep, Elaine’s eyes fluttered open and she sat up on the bed. Like any sane person would be in her situation, she could barely sleep, at least not for a long while. She’d tossed and turned for a while before sleep finally consumed her but as she expected, it didn’t last even for an hour. Not when each time she closes her eyes, the event of a few hours ago played right before her eyes all over again.
Slowly she stood up from the bed, slipping her feet into the blue crocs that laid on the floor and stepping to the door. She needed to find something to do, something that would take her mind off the event. Stepping out of the room, she made her way down the stairs, stopping mid-way when she heard Xavier’s voice underneath her in the living room.
“Are you perhaps sleeping over this, Rigel?” He asked over the phone, his free hand pinching the part between his brows.
As if the reply of Rigel angered him the more, he groaned, yelling into the phone more.
“The fuck are you saying? It’s been hours and you’re yet to find even a little clue? Did you suddenly become so incompetent? I’m sending the team and everything you need over. If you still can find out, leave the job for someone else.” He finally noticed her presence in the middle of the stairs.
Lowering his voice, he spoke into the phone. “That’s all, I’ll give you a call later.”
She made her way down the stairs just in time for his call to end and for him to turn toward her. He walked up to her.
“What are you doing out of bed? You could have asked the servants if you needed something.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m a grown-up. I can get my things myself.”
She intended to walk past him to the kitchen but his fingers closed around her wrist, pulling her backward.
“Why are you out of bed?”
“I couldn’t fall asleep because of a certain someone obviously.”
“You should go back to bed. Staying up late is not good for you.”
“It’s my body, not yours.”
Before he could open his mouth and say a word in contrast to hers, the door of the living room pushed open two men trusted in, in their hands were another, hanging bloodily as they held his both arms with their hands.
Her eyes widened at the state of the man. He looked like he’d been beaten blue and white. Blood trickled down his body, his head hanging on his head like a liability.
“Boo, we caught one.”
Xavier immediately turned, his eyes glaring daggers at the men. “Get this fucking sight out of my wife’s face.”
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