Blinded By The Kindled Fire (Ongoing)

𝖘𝖊𝖎

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀

"Cosa stavi pensando?!" What were you thinking?! And there it is.

"I didn't plan to get pregnant, nonna." I forced myself not to roll my eyes at her. It's not like I was thinking about a baby when I let that man shove his dick inside my pussy.

What was I even expecting? Her being overjoyed by having an addition to the family?

Well maybe she would, but not in a situation like this, "You should've known better than to copulate with some random ape as if you were a primitive o—"

"Okay!" I cut her off, "First of all, who the hell uses copulate these days? And second, I didn't get a memo that anyone has a say on who I fuck." Nonna's eyes went wide, and I know she felt offended. I never had the guts to talk to her that way. But this time, I did.

The whole capo thing has rubbed off on me... and maybe that's a good thing.

"Language, Davina." My father scolded, but he knows way too well that this household gives no shit about profanity.

"Look." They were all looking at me, and I hated that this was like a scene where the problem child gets in trouble and the school principal calls the parents for some consultation bullshit, "I know I fucked up. Classic virgin mistake." I glared at Stefano who was stifling a laugh.

Then, Papà opened his mouth to say something but I continued, stopping him, "And I know what you're gonna say." I stared at him and then to nonna.

They would want me to not have the baby, "But I'm keeping this child."

I heard my grandmother scoff, "Non essere stupida, giovane donna." Don't be stupid, young lady.

"I'm not being stupid, nonna. I just won't kill an innocent child who's done nothing wrong." This famiglia has a sacred rule to never harm the innocent. We can kill the guilty and use their families against them, but we never touch them if they're not in on any ruse in this shitty life.

Some may say mercy is a weakness, but to us, it is our rock. It tethers us to our humanity. It holds us in place to know what we're fighting for. It makes us trust each other, enough to let our own families be under the protection of this organization.

La famiglia è tutto. We live in a merciless world, but this family will never lose its benevolence.

There are no good or bad people. There are just people. Good people do bad things, bad people do good things, and it's our decisions that makes our choices good or bad.

"It didn't choose to be born. That was my mistake, and I won't let this child be punished for it." We have the right to choose whether or not we keep the living beings inside of us, and it's not up to other people to make that decision for us. We get to choose whether we can raise and take care of them, and it is only us that knows when we're ready or not.

To be a mother is a choice, not an obligation. We can't bring children into this world and think of caring for them because we have to. We bring them into this world because we want to. And I know nonna knows this very well because she chose to give birth to my father even though she would have complications along the process.

So no, I will not let them kill this child inside of me, because this life may not be the best for him or her to grow up in, but it's better than not giving him or her a life at all.

"I'm young, I know." I know that raising the child is not a problem because I have so many of them around me that will help, "And I know I just started taking over the mafia." This is what troubles them.