Ensnared [On Hold]

Chapter 1+Disclaimer

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⚠️Sexual content, murder, mature languages and many more 18+ scenes. I know from my own experience that I cannot stop people younger than 16 from reading my book, so have fun ig⚠️

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Characters+Aesthetic

1.

I sit quietly as I stare down at the positive pregnancy test. I am pregnant. Holy hell! I didn't think this day would come. I hide the pregnancy test, getting my phone and dialling my best friend Mikayla's number, she answers on the second ring.

"Mikayla Ellie Rada! I have major, major news for you!" I practically scream into the phone. "Okay, chill. What is it?" "Let's just say...Berkeley and I will be expanding our small family," I trail off, leaving the rest to her imagination. "What? You're getting a dog?" She asks confusedly. "Nope, I'm pregnant," I smile brightly, waiting for a response. It's quiet for a while, and my heart drops in my stomach.

"Kayla? You there? Did you hear what I said?" "Yeah-" she says breathlessly- "I-I am so happy for you," she says softly, not conveying the excitement I was hoping for. "Is there something wrong?" "Yeah, don't you think it's a bit...unsettling that you're bringing a baby into the life we live?" She voices something I had not thought about. "You're right-" she sighs in relief- "but that does not mean I'm going to abort or give my baby up. I'd never be able to live with myself if I did something like that," I hear rustling in the background, and a familiar male voice.

"Hey, who's with you?" "Um...no one. Did you tell Berk...about your...situation?" I sigh as the color drains from my face. "Not yet, he's currently at the warehouse. You're the first person I told. Aren't you supposed to be with him?"

Kayla is Berkeley's protégé/apprentice. They once had a thing between them, but it ended when Berk and I met. I, at one point, thought they were cheating, but Berk told me that they were nothing but friends. I trust him....

"Yeah, I was. But he said I could go home since he didn't have anything for me. When are you going to tell him?" "Tonight. I'm going to go train for a bit, then I'll come home and cook something. I'll make a special dinner, and then I'll tell him the news," another long period of radio silence before she speaks. "That's great. Have fun," I sense some insincerity, malice and a bit of annoyance in her voice. She hangs up just when I'm about to comment on her attitude.

I head to my room, getting out an easy-to-move-in outfit and dressing. Myself and the guards go to the basement floor of the condo, where we have an indoor soundproof shooting range. I just wanna get a few shots in, relieve some stress. I haven't been down here in a while, it's cold and desolate.

After a few hours of shooting the target at it's weakest points with every bullet. It soon got boring so I decided to go upstairs and start dinner. I began making risotto, Berk's favorite.

Berk is the Sicilian Mafia Don, I was born into a smaller Mafia, the Camorra Mafia. My father is the Camorra Mafia Don. I know, it's an Italian Mafia, and I'm French, doesn't make sense. My mother was a French architectural student who came to Campania to study the unique Greek-styled buildings. She soon landed in trouble with my father's Mafia. Father and mother met, fell in love, and had me.

Even though his mafia was based in Campania, my father up rooted us to France...for mother. With much trouble (from other Mafia's in the area) we were soon permanently situated there.

I met Berk when I was sixteen, we fell in love. Despite a possible alliance between our two Mafia's, my father condemned me from being with him. I ran away with Berkeley when I was eighteen, we got married and that's that.

I finished making the risotto and setting up a romantic candle lit dinner. I soon heard the door open, signalling that Berk was home.

"Berk! In the dining room!" I shout from the table, waiting for him to enter. He came in with the most exhausted, cold expression on his face. I shivered slightly at his cold gaze. "What's this?" He looks around at the table. "I made us dinner. It's risotto, your favorite," he rolls his eyes and sits down. "I hope it's good this time, whore," he speaks harshly.

I know this may seem bad, but he's only like this when he's in a horrible mood. Other times, he's...quiet and cold. He doesn't abuse me or force me to do things I don't want, he's just really tired right now. Right....he's tired, that's all.

"How's the food?" I look at him with hopeful eyes. "Too spicy, as usual. Are you trying to burn my tongue off?" His anger begins to peak. "No, I'm sorry," it's a few more minutes before I finally decide to speak. "Berk...I have news," he rolls his eyes as he looks at me, waiting for my answer. "I'm pregnant, you're gonna be a father," I smile softly at him. His eyes fill with rage and he storms out the room.

He just needs some time to calm down, that's all.

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I know, I know, the first chapter is really messy. I wasn't actually planning on making the first chapter, so this is more of a prologue. I promise, it gets better from here on. This chapter was rushed and I did not work on it much. It's kinda like a filler chapter, even though it's the first chapter.

Also, should I make Instagram posts for the character aesthetics?

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