Ensnared [On Hold]

7.

I had arrived home shortly after that brief encounter. My head was spinning with thoughts, meaning that I didn't get much sleep. There's so many pros to accepting his offer, so much that I can't see a single con.

I have actually thought of one thing, one single thing that I find is closest to a reason not to marry Lorenzo. That reason is as simple as two words, The Bible. I've had this on my mind since his "proposal". I'm a Roman Catholic, I was born one, and will always be one. I've spent most of my life following it, no sex before marriage; drinking but not to get drunk; to resist the temptation of control by instead placing my confidence in God's promises. If I remarry, I'd be going against my beliefs. I know, I'm already doing so by murdering people, and other things. But I just can't stop thinking about this one thing. I don't mind going to hell, it's just that I've lived my life like this for way too long. So long that I'm honestly considering not accepting. But then again, you can remarry if adultery has taken place, and it has.

There's a literal endless list of pros, having a father for my children; creating the biggest and most powerful Mafia in existence; not spending my life alone, etc. But then it's just one con, The Holy Bible. It's not like I've been living in exact accordance to The Bible. Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to refuse Lorenzo. I don't know.

I could just...not care? I could live my life how I want, not how a book that was written by racist, homophobic men who raped woman, and harmed people for their entertainment. Or, I could believe in God, and have faith that denying his proposal is in God's will.

"Hello?" Vance waves their hands in my face, distracting me from my internal debate. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I try to pay close attention to what they're saying.

"So basically, I found your runaway lovers. But you're not gonna like it," they chew their cereal, watching me closely. "What am I not going to like?" My eyes narrow, suddenly weary of the information they're about to give me. "A camera spotted them leaving a...clinic in Chicago," they chew on their lip, nervousness covering their face. "What clinic, and when?" I ask them, quite puzzled. "A maternity clinic, she looks to be around five months. They were spotted yesterday," I nod lightly.