The Mafia's Secret(Book 1)

Epilogue ✔️

***One Year Later***

SCARLETT

        He was precious. Three months have passed since his birth and yet I still couldn't get enough of him. His crying, constant need for my breast and constantly shitty diapers; there was nothing that could change how much I loved my son. He was an exact replica of Xavier with his dark eyes and black hair. The only thing he had of mine was my skin. But that didn't stop my love for him. He was just the perfect little thing I needed to get passed all the terrors from my past. I wasn't raised to become a mother but I became one anyways, and now I had no regrets in doing so.
Even as his little eyes opened to stare at me, I couldn't help but smile down at him like this was the first time meeting him all over again. His little baby noises tugging at my heart even more as he squirmed in my grasp.
        "Aunty! It's my turn now! You had him forever!"
        Mindy's whining snapped me from my thoughts. She was standing beside the rocking chair, frowning at me. Darren had brought her over to "help", but all she has wanted to do was hold my child. I had no objections in her doing so but there was always that constant fear in the back of my mind I swore to never let control my actions. The fear that if I hand him off for someone to hold, they would never return him to my arms.
        "Mindy, you know the rules. Finish your food. You can hold him after." Xavier came into the living room, planting a soft kiss on my forehead before allowing his finger to be put in his son's grasp. "He's a strong one. Definitely developing my muscles and good looks." He teased, winking.
        "Mhmm. He is perfect, isn't he?" 
        "Yes he is. Our little Jacob. Our perfect son." He paused. "Here, let me take my son. Go take care of yourself. Do what you need to do. I have him."
        Allowing Xavier to take his son from my arms, he planted another kiss on my forehead before walking away with our son. He was the man every women wanted as the father of their child. I was glad I had him. I wanted it no other way.
        Without hesitation, I made my way upstairs to take a shower. I was glad to call the old safe house our home again. It was the one place that made me feel at home, even when it took a few months to feel safe after the events that unfolded in the kitchen. But now there was high security technology on the property, to ease my insecurity. Xavier had it installed a few months ago.
        Turning the water on, I wanted for the steam to fill the room before I stripped my clothes off and got in. The hot water instantly provided relief to my aching bones. The rising steam easing the exhaustion from staying up most of the night. It felt good to let the hot water run down my body. Washing away the sweat and spit up from my hair nearly made me gag. The smell was revolting. It felt disgusting running my fingers through my hair, trying to untangle the five days worth of rats nest and dirt. It took about twenty minutes of scrubbing to finally feel clean.
        Getting out of the shower, there was already a fresh towel set up for me. I was probably so busy trying to scrub away my filth that I hadn't realized Xavier walked in. He even left behind my nightgown which smelled freshly washed. I hadn't even done the laundry in three weeks. Being a full time mother really made me lack on a few areas which Xavier never failed to make it not a big deal.
        Wrapping the robe around me, I used the time to brush the tangles from my hair. Glancing down at the sink below, there was small chunks of hair all around the sink. Breast feeding had caused my hair to thin out but at least it didn't completely thin out to the point of bald spots.
        Glancing back up to the mirror, I had no time to react before I was grabbed. My mouth covered and my body pinned against his. His breath stank of a recently smoked cigar. Tears filled my eyes as he pressed a gun into my side. He was smirking as he leaned into my ear.
        "You owe me a dance."
        Javier....