A MAFIA STORY: MY FATHER'S DEBT

Trap

His once straight face began turning into a smile as I walked towards his car.

“You look so beautiful,” he smirked, kissing my hand.

“I knew there had to be a reason you came here because one minute you despise your family so much you don't want to talk about them and the next minute you are planning a family trip.” I said, settling into the car.

“I just want to be sure,” he said.

“ And you'd leave after?” I asked.

“Yes, but I hate them a little less now.” He said and we both laughed.

“Are you nervous?” I asked, noticing his restlessness.

“To find out if a cute five year old belongs to me? Hell yeah” he responded.

“It's okay, it's not that bad. Everything will be fine,” I said, taking his free hand.

He nodded and slipped his hand in-between my exposed thighs and squeezed it softly. He kept his hands on my thigh as he drove into a store.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“I took your advice, I should get some things if I'm going to go see a child,” he said.

We went into the store together and got a few things. It's actually not a few but to Joseph it's a few.

We arrived in front of a small house, surrounded by tall trees and grasslands. It had a warm and cozy environment as the breeze whispered through the trees.

Joseph knocked on the door twice before a blonde slim lady opened up.

“Hi Joseph,” she said and whispered a few words before letting us in.

“Hi, my name is Dora,” she stretched her hand out to me.

“I'm Zola, nice to meet you” I took her hand and made my way to the young boy playing around with his toys in the middle of the living room.

Dora and Joseph went away to talk while I stayed with the child.

“ Why is your hair curly?” That Was the first thing he asked and touched.

“You like them?” I chose to not confuse the child with my nationality.

“Yes,” he replied, moving closer.

“My name is Zola, what's yours?” I asked.

“Timothy,” he replied, looking up at me. His eyelashes are long and pretty, protecting his pretty blue eyes.

Thinking about it, he looks like Joseph, I wouldn't blame Joseph for doubting his pull out game.

But why is Dora telling Joseph about this after five years? Something feels wrong.

I looked down at my legs and noticed that Timothy was dozing off and I picked him up, wrapped my arms around him and placed his head strategically on my chest so he could sleep.

In no time he was fast asleep. Then I heard footsteps crunch some dry leaves and an image moved swiftly behind a tree through the window.

I got up carefully and walked towards the window trying to see who was there.

“Is something wrong?” Dora asked and I turned around.

“No, everything is fine.” I replied.

“He fell asleep, he must be really comfortable with you.” She added.

I found that a compliment but I didn't want to smile until Joseph gave me that look. 

“We should get going,” Joseph said, walking towards the door.

“I'd stay back, I trust Joseph with Timothy.” Dora said.

That sounded very weird but I didn't want to seem pushy so I just went with Joseph.

“Don't you think it was weird that she didn't want to come along?” I asked Joseph as we began the ride to the hospital.

“I don't trust Dora if that's what you mean,” he replied.

“I saw someone around the house,” I said, cuddling the sleeping child in my arms.

“ Let's just get the text done,” he huffed frustratedly.

The hospital was busy but quiet. Joseph took the child and went with a trusted nurse while I waited at the reception. After a few minutes, Joseph returned with the child awake. I lifted him into my legs as we waited for the results.

The result was finally ready and Joseph went for a long time again before returning with an envelope.

“The envelope is sealed,” I said as he approached me.

“Yeah, I'm too nervous to open it.” He said, sitting next to me.

I gave him the child and took the envelope from him. I walked to a distance, somewhere more private. I have nothing against the child and in fact I already love him so much despite knowing him for just a few hours but I want to give Joseph his first child.

Delusional.

I opened the envelope carefully then spread out the paper. I'm not so good at reading doctors' reports but the baby is not his. A wave of relief hit me as I walked back to Joseph to share the news.

“He is not yours,” I mouthed, taking the boy from him and handing him the results.

I left him and walked outside the hospital to the ice-cream shop opposite and got the child an ice cream.

“You are really beautiful,” the child said and I could not but smile.

“You are so handsome as well,” I said to him.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I reached for it, taking Joseph's call.

“We are at the Ice cream shop,” I said and ended the call.

We waited outside for Joseph before driving back to the house. As soon as we approached the house, the front door was wide open and we could hear clattering.

“You know how to use a gun right?” Joseph asked, taking out guns from the glove box.

“Yes,” I replied, taking one of the guns.

“Stay right here,” he said firmly before walking into the house.

I noticed someone dressed in black clothes and a mask, walking out the back of the house. I slowly pushed open the car door and placed my hand over Timothy’s mouth. Hiding behind the car.

“Hey,” I felt a cold metal pressed to my neck. “Let go of the child,” the person added.

I slowly let go of the child and stood up as a few other men led Joseph with his bloodied face out the front door.

A man in a suit and long black coat comes to take the child’s hand while we were both still held at gunpoint.

I tilted my head to the side and saw Dora hiding behind an Audi, avoiding eye contact with either of us.

Shit! 

She only tricked Joseph into coming here.

Then I clicked on the bracelet Alfred gave to me hoping he is wearing his and will be here before we both get killed.