Ensnared [On Hold]

6.

"Andrea? Where's the coffee?" Vance shouted from the kitchen, their voice echoing throughout the house. "Um, I don't think I have," I head into the kitchen, wearing a silk robe. "Wait, you don't have coffee? Without coffee, you'd be dead! It's literally your life supply," they say in disbelief. "I'm pregnant," I blurted out. They'll be living with me, so what's the point in not telling them. "Hold up, since when?" Their face covered in shock. "Three months now, twins," I said with a pout. "Why didn't you tell me?! I'm guessing the bitch named Berk is the father," they rolled their eyes. "Can we just not? Besides, he's the only man I've ever been with," I shrugged.

I met Berkely when I was sixteen, he had been a possible business partner for my father. He soon began to pursue me, sending bouquet's of beautiful flowers, buying me small gifts, taking me out on dates; all behind my father's back of course. I quickly fell for him, and we became a couple. We only became official when I was eighteen...when I was legal. Now that I think about it, Berk had groomed me. He was twenty two when he began pursuing me...and I was only sixteen.

"Okay.... My cabin was on the news. 'Cabin mysteriously sets ablaze by gas leak'. Very mysterious, hey?" They asked softly. "It is. I wonder what exactly happened-" I chuckle lightly- "maybe it was to cover up a crime?" As I'm speaking, my maid comes up to me, she hands over the phone.

"Miss Margo, you've got a call," she hands me the phone before rushing off.

"Hi, might I ask who this is?" "Romano. It's great to hear your voice again," his Italian accent filled my ears. "Same to you. Why are you calling? I thought I'd be talking to your father," I sighed, frowning deeply. "Well, I am the new owner of this Mafia. Better get used to talking to me, Bambi. And don't talk to my father about anything mafia related, he's retired for a reason," I'm quickly irritated by him calling me Bambi. "Well, Mr Valencia, I'd like it if you respect me and refer to me by my name or Miss Margo. I don't appreciate being disrespected, and as the most powerful women you'll ever know...I should have gained your respect already," he chuckles. "Okay, Bambi. Meet me at our old stomping grounds, Cocina Del Infierno, two hours, okay Bambi? I'd love to talk business," he hangs up before I have the chance to respond.

"The audacity of some people!" I shouted in exasperation. "Who was that?" Vance asked while rummaging through my cabinets. "No one special. Listen, I'm going out in two, you can do whatever, I honestly don't care. Just don't harass the guards or maids, please," "Yeah, yeah. I promise,"

I walk off to my room, my irritation quickly wearing off, replaced by curiosity. Curiosity about what exactly our discussion will be like. Enzo and I haven't spoken since we were in our teens (excluding last night). He seems to have change quite a bit, so have I of course. I quickly turn my attention to my closet. I pull out a black, baggy Thrasher tee; a pair of matching black ripped jeans; tied altogether with sneakers. I style my hair into a messy bun, not bothering with make-up. I know you might think it's unprofessional or lazy that I'm not putting in an effort, but, it's literally the fact that my bump will show in any other outfit. Also, I'm meeting up with Enzo, I don't need to dress up.

"I'm leaving," I walk out of the house, bodyguards piling in front of me, quite a few behind me too. The drive was long and grueling, black cars everywhere I looked, filled by my guards. I was now at Cocina Del Infierno, my guards blocking anyone else from coming in. I scan the familiar room, unsettling memories coming back. My eyes landing on a lone Lorenzo Romano Valencia. I suck in a deep breath before walking to the booth. I sit down gracefully, met with cold brown eyes.

"Shelly," he nods in my direction, a smirk playing on his pink lips. "Shut up. Now, you wanted to talk business," I return his cold gaze. "I might have lied. I just wanted to see you again. For best friends, we sure haven't been acting like it," I roll my eyes. "We haven't been best friends for years," I look around, at my nightmare inducing whereabouts. "You're still afraid, because of that night," he states blankly. "Of course I am. You'll never understand how traumatizing that night is for me! It's the closest to death I've ever came! This is the one place, the one place I wish I had never step foot in," I bow my head as I regain my composure. "I know how bad it was. My mother got stabbed to death, while pregnant. I think I have an idea of how badly that night scarred you, but it broke me," I look up at him, his eyes still as cold and still void of emotion.

"What was the actual reason? Why did you want to meet up?" I change the painful subject. "My sister, she told me you're pregnant. Is it true?" I close my eyes tightly. "Yes....I am. Why did I trust a Valencia to keep my secret?" I mutter the last part to myself. "How far along?" He questions softly, his voice...vulnerable. "Three months, almost four." I look down while placing my hand on my belly. "Is that why you're wearing baggy clothing?" He asks, his voice softer this time. "Yeah, why are you asking me this?" I look up at him, only to his head hanging low. "Is this why your husband left you? Because you're pregnant," "Yes, why are you asking me this?" I repeat my question.

"Marry me," he finally looks at me, his eyes filled with fire. "What?" I muttered, I must have heard wrong. "Will. You. Marry. Me?" His eyes blazed, the cold brown becoming nothing but an inferno. "What?" I repeat again, feeling like an idiot. "I asked you to marry me. After all, you were meant to be mine, but that bastard stole you," we stare deeply into each other's eyes, each other's souls. I feel like a caged bird, staring into those mysterious brown eyes. I was ensnared by his eyes. Ensnared by Valencia. "I-I-" I begin stuttering at the sudden proposal. "Answer my damn question, Andrea," without a word, I stand up from my seat, about to walk away when Enzo grabs my wrist.

"I know, I'm putting you on the spot, but you should probably know why I'm asking this of you. Sit down, and please let me explain," he pleads, his eyes finally filling with some sort of unreadable emotion. I sit back down, my heart still racing. "I can't have children, Bambi, and you just happen to be a soon-to-be single mother. I want to father your child," he sighs. "Children-" I correct him- "and why so sudden? You've never been the type to want children," I point out. "I just...want children. Please, please, Bambi," "What do I get out of this?" He looks up at me, eyes filled with hope. "A father for your children, a husband, becoming the biggest Mafia in existence...and anything else you want," he bites down on his lower lip. "You'll have to give me some time. I need to think this through..." he nods. I stand up, greeting before quickly rushing outside.

He wants to father my children?

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