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A small smile crept onto Circe's face as she woke up to the feeling of Raff rubbing her stomach.

"What are you doing Mister?" she asked in a tired voice.

"Saying good morning to my daughter" he smiled up at her, resting his chin on her stomach.

"Your daughter?" she asked him, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes" he said firmly "She's gonna be the prettiest girl in the world. Just like her mom"

"You weirdo" Circe scoffed, shoving him off of her playfully as she got out of bed to get dressed.

She was barely showing, but Raff was already exited about how much the baby had grown.

She felt kind of excited, and she didn't understand why, she had always hated children, but as soon as she found out there was a little human growing inside of her, she was immediately in love, and wanted to protect her baby at all costs.

Today, everyone was going for brunch to celebrate the pregnancy, even Raffaele's father was coming, as much as they all hated him.

Her outfit was simple but elegant, a black and red patterned skirt, with a red jumper to keep her warm as winter approached, she also wore thigh high socks, and her favourite black mary janes.

"Beautiful as always my darling" Raffaele said, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead

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"Beautiful as always my darling" Raffaele said, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Raff was wearing blue denim jeans with a white  t-shirt, one of the most causal outfits Circe had ever seen on him, besides his gym attire.

"All set?" Ilaria asked as they met the rest of the group downstairs.

"Yes ma'am" Circe replied, and they all got into their cars, driving towards the city.

They met Mr. Marchesi there who was wearing a full suit as always.

Ilaria, Fleur and Kaia drank mimosas, but Circe had to stick with water, much to her dismay.

"What age are you again?" Mr. Marchesi asked Circe as she sipped on her water.

"Just turned twenty" she replied in an emotionless tone. She hated the man for what he had done to Raffaele's mother, and for what he had put him and Ilaria through as a child.

His eyes darted back and forth between Circe and Raffaele, as if he knew something she didn't, but a scornful look then appeared on his face.

"You stupid boy" Mr. Marchesi scolded his son "Getting a girl that young pregnant"

Raffaele rolled his eyes at his fathers response, focusing on the happiness he felt about the baby on the way.

He wasn't going to fail their child, like his father had failed him. And was most certainly not going to leave their baby, like his mother had once done.

He knew his mother suffered, but she was Raffaele's last light, his last bit of happiness, encapsulated in one person.

She knew this, and still left him.

As soon as their food arrived, Circe's stomach twisted.

"I must go to the bathroom" she told them, and Raffaele gave her a knowing look.

"Would you like me to come with you my love?" he asked her, but she shook her head.

"That's alright, you stay here and enjoy the food, I'll be back in a few" she told him, kissing his head and leaving them for the bathroom.

As soon as she locked the stall door, she got on her knees and threw up into the toilet bowl.

Her throat burnt from the bile, and her stomach hurt from the convulsions.

"Are you alright in there Miss?" a mans voice came from outside the stall.

"Yes yes I'm fine, thank you" she replied, wiping her mouth with a tissue as she stood up, dusting herself off and unlocking the door.

This is the ladies bathroom.

She went to lock the stall door again, but a loafer clad foot stopped it from fully closing.

"Are you sure you're alright?" the voice asked, his American accent disappearing, being replaced with a Russian one.

She wasn't given time to reply, he quickly barged through the stall door and had her arms tied behind her back before she had the time to process it.

She was about to scream, but was quickly gagged to prevent anyone from hearing her.

He dragged her out of the bathroom, down a narrow corridor, the opposite direction to the dining room, and out a back door.

There was a van waiting for them, in which she was quickly shoved into.

Her heartbeat was erratic and her mind was racing.

Raffaele. I have to get back to Raffaele.

"Who are you?" she asked the man who had taken her when she was finally ungagged.

"That is not important right now" He told her, sticking to the script his boss had given him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, knowing she wasn't going to get an answer from him, but her hands worked behind her back, cutting through the rope with a knife she had hidden at the back of her skirt.

"You will see" he replied boredly.

"You're with the Kuznetsov's, yes?" she asked him.

He stayed silent.

Her hands finally broke free, and she quickly jumped on top of the man, putting him in a headlock before he could react.

She had nearly knocked him out completely, but felt a heavy weight hit her head, as she toppled to the floor of the van.

"Now now Circe, that's no way to greet your cousin is it?" a familiar Russian voice came from above her.

With blurry eyes she looked above her to see Michails face. She hadn't noticed his presence in the van with her, and scolded herself for her mistake before she finally passed out.

"Circe has been a while in the bathroom" Raffaele said standing up "I'm going to go check on her"

He made his way to the bathroom, and panicked when he saw she wasn't there.

He spent the next ten minutes searching the whole building for her, angrily questioning staff with panic rising in his chest.

When he was back in the dining room, a sudden crash startled him.

The diners blocked their eyes as a window was smashed with a rock, a piece of paper attached to it.

"See you in hell Marchesi" Ilaria read out the letter "Love, Michail"

She was gone.

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