While Running With Wild Dogs: A Mafia Story (BWWM) ON HOLD

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Spencer Addison

Woah. This bitch is crazy. Did she just say she was gonna kill me? She gets off the podium and starts walking toward us. Her eyes were never on me, the whole time she was walking she had her eyes on Gianni. She look like she was trying to be addictive while walking toward us. I felt my skin crawl. This bitch is really testing my patience. She finally makes it to us, "I meant what I said. We are meant to be together...we are going to be together." I laugh and she looks at me. I raise an eyebrow,"And what makes you think I will let that happen. He's my fiancé bitch, this is the last time I'm ever gonna let you near him." Her face grows red. She clinched her fist at her side, "You need to get it through your thick skull that I love Gianni," She turns to face him, "And I'm positive that he loves me." She reaches for Gianni's face, but before her hand could make contact her grabs her wrist. His grip around her hand is so tight, her hand is becoming discolored. "No. I don't." She snatches her hand away,"Yes you do." I chime in, "Actually...he doesn't." I step closer to him grabbing his hand. She narrows her eyes at me, "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere in a field picking cotton?" I. Lost. My. Shit. If there's one thing I hate more than a liar, it's a racist. I didn't think, I didn't contemplate, I just...acted. I cocked my fist back and punched her right between the eyes. Everything went still and all eyes were on us. She fell to the ground screaming and holding her eye. Damn, she is dramatic as fuck. I feel a hand grip my upper arm very roughly might I add. It was Gianni...why the fuck was he being so rough. He pulled me along with them until we were out of the house. We got outside the car pulled up and he practically threw me in it. Once he got into the car I waited for him to explain why he was just dragging me like luggage at an airport. But everyone knows I am impatient, and he was taking way too long. So I asked. "What's wrong with you?" My voice was as calm As possible. He doesn't look at me, he just says, "Don't talk." I was confused. I didn't know what the fuck his problem was, and at this point I couldn't care less. I have headache, my back hurts, and I'm tired. Once we make it back home the driver opened my door. I thanked him and immediately made my way to the house. I walked into the house and Gianni was right behind me. "What the fuck was that?" He said making his words echo in the entryway. If my headache wasn't bad, it was now. Why the fuck was he talking so loud? I didn't have the energy to yell back to I calmly said, "What are you talking about?"
"Really? What am I talking about?" I tilt my head and raise my eyebrows. "Yes. What are you talking about? I'm tired so...get to the point." You know I was tired because he had the most frighteningly intimidating face on and I didn't even care.
"Why the fuck did you punch her?"
"Uh...because she said something racist... on top of other reasons... why do you care anyway?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "You can't just hit people. You don't think I wanted to punch her, but I knew I couldn't..." I cut him off, "Yeah because you're a guy." I could see him getting frustrated with me ,"Stop...Talking." He said in a very low, calm voice. He continued, "You can't just fucking hit people! Do you know how many problems you just caused me?" I turn and start walking up the stairs and then I think about what he said and I stop. "A-are you serious? I'm pretty sure you kill someone like every other day. And you wanna belittle me for punching some girl in the face?...unless she's not just some girl. Why are you defending her like this? Do you want her back? You know what I don't care, I'm tired." I turned to continue walking up the stairs. I hear footsteps behind. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Stop talking to me. I'm going to sleep...alone might I add."
I turn to continue walking up the stairs and guess who's right on my heels. I speed up and slide into my room slamming the door and locking it. He shakes the door knob, "Open the door."
"No. Go sleep in one of the other 3 billion rooms in this house." I hear another person walking up to the door. "Boss we have a problem." I heard a man say. Gianni sighs. I heard them walking away from the door. How the fuck did I cause problems for him? She said some shit that was out of line and got punched in the face plain and simple. I disrobe and head toward the bathroom. I fill the bathtub up with water and slide in. I heard someone jiggle the doorknob, "Who is it?" I ask in a very drab monotone voice. Bianca answered, "Damn, it's Bianca. What's wrong with you?" I get up and let Bianca into the room. I get back in the tub. "I met Gianni's ex-girlfriend...her name is Sofia Bianchi and she is a total bitch." She gasps. "Was she being disrespectful...do I need to go beat some ass?" I laugh, "Yes she was super rude. She came up to me talking about how Gianni's using me as a toy so he can make her jealous and get her back, then Gianni called me his fiancé and she started flipping the fuck out..." Bianca cuts my sentence short, "Wait...FIANCÉ? What the fuck?..."
"I know I'm gonna talk to him about that later." I continue, "But anyway, after she starts flipping she goes up to the podium and does a speech about how she's gonna get Gianni back even if she has to kill me."
I love Bianca like a sister, but she is so dramatic. She stands up and starts pacing, "I wish that bitch would even try to put a hand on you I would...I would," I stop her before she could say something to make me even more nauseous, "Cálmese. Let me finish. After she got of the podium she approaches Gianni and I. She goes 'I meant what I said' and shit like that. Then she tells him she loves him and she knows he loves her. Then Gianni tells her he never has and he never will love her..." Bianca keeps fucking cutting me off. She laughs and says,"See, that's why I like Gianni."
"Let me finish B...so she says yes you do love me and I stepped in and grabbed Gianni's hand and said 'actually he doesn't' or something like that. Then this bitch has the nerve to say something racist. She says 'Aren't you supposed to be somewhere picking cotton.' And you know how my temper is, I got so mad. I...I punched her." Bianca pauses for a second. Then she bursts into a fit of laughter, "You punched the bitch in the face I'm so proud of you."
"Yeah but Gianni wasn't so pleased with my actions. He literally drags me to the car and when I tried to talk to him he is a complete and utter asshole to me. And when we get into the how he badgers me like I'm a child. So I acted like a child and came into my room and locked the door on him. He left to go do some work shit."
"He did not try to badger you when he literally makes a living out of killing people and shit."
"That's what I said. Anyway on top of all of that I have felt like shit for like two weeks. My back hurts, I have frequent headaches, and a whole bunch of other shit."
Bianca pulls out her phone, "I'll text Gianna. You probably just have some sort of flu or something."
"Okay...wait when did you and Gianna start communicating like that? I thought you were going after Pietro. And Gianna is like super married."
"I know I just wanted to ya know...expand my horizons.
Plus Gianna is flirting back so it not all me. And her and her wife are having problems and she needs someone to talk to."
"Stop it...she's married. End of story."
"I wouldn't totally take her away from her wife I would just ya know...have fun with her."
"Does it say 'Diary of A Horny Bisexual Latina' on my forehead... I think not." Bianca laughs,
"Well I'm gonna hit the sack. Goodnight Spence."
"Goodnight B. Stop trying to ruin Gianna's marriage and tell me what she says about my cold."
After she leaves the room I get out of the tub. I dry my hair and my body. I put a large sweatshirt on, climbed into bed and attempted to go to sleep. Although I was tired I couldn't stop thinking about how I should've talked to Gianni, and all that jazz. Eventually I drifted off to sleep.

I felt something around my waist. I turn to look and...how the fuck did he get in here? Before I could wake him up and bombard him with questions I felt my self about to vomit. I leap up and run to the bathroom. I hunch over the toilet, releasing the fluids of my stomach into it. After I am done I flush and go to brush my teeth. My stomach literally feels like I just did 10,000 crunches. As I'm brushing my teeth I feel an arm snake around my waist. "You okay?" Gianni says. His voice is groggy and baritone. You can tell he has just woke up. "Mhm. I think it's just the flu." He lets go of me and I turn to look for my phone to call Bianca. I hear a knock at the door. Gianni goes and opens the door. "Damn," Bianca says staring at Gianni's shirtless torso. I walk up next to him. "Bianca, I will kill you." She laughs and passes me to walk into the room holding a brown paper bag. "Spencer, I need to talk to you in the bathroom?" I look a her then Gianni, "I'll just be... somewhere else." He walks out of the room. We walk into the bathroom and she pulls a box out of the bag and hands it to me, "I talked to Gianna last night and went to the store and got that so...I gonna need you to take that now because we think you're pregnant."
All I could do was laugh. That was like impossible. I was like the queen of birth control. I don't understand, I can't comprehend how this could happen. "You Good?" Bianca says pulling me out of my thoughts. I don't answer I just open one of the tests and head over to the toilet. We wait ten minutes.
"I can't look. You look" I say handing the test to Bianca.
She takes it and looks at it, "it's negative. Are you disappointed?"
"I don't know...kinda." I answer. A wide grin grows on her face, "I was kidding, it's positive. I just wanted to see if you would be disappointed." I felt like I was going to faint. The room started spinning.
"Calm down. We got three more test and a doctor visit...then you can freak out."
The next three test are all positive.
Bianca calls Gianna and she tells us to visit her at her office. I get dressed and we head out of the house. On our way to the garage Gianni catches us, "Where are you guys going?" I turn on my heels. "To uh... have lunch with Gianna." I give hims a tight like smile. His eye contact was so intense, my eyes couldn't take it, they started shifting making the fact that I was lying super obvious. He just nods and walks away. We run out and take the first set of keys off of the hook. It was a black Bugatti Chiron. I get in the driver seat and Bianca gets in the passenger seat. As we head to the hospital I'm wrapped up in thoughts. I don't know if being pregnant will be a good thing or a bad thing. We get to the hospital and Gianna greets us at the entrance. She leads us to the 5th floor...The Maternity Ward. We walk into a room with blue walls. She takes a some of my urine and leaves the room then she comes back and takes a uh...pelvic exam which made me uncomfortable because her and Bianca were just having a casual conversation. She leaves the room and I get dress. Then we wait in that room for what felt like 20 hours...but it was only like 30 minutes. When she came back her face told me everything, "Well, congratulations Mom!" I don't respond I just stare at the wall. Bianca puts her hand on my back and I jump. They both laugh. "You're about 5 weeks along." I disregard her last comment and ask her a question, "How do you think your brother is going to react?" They both go quiet. Then Gianna laughs a bit, "Well I know how much he loves you, so I think he'll be ecstatic." That makes me feel a little better but I'm still nervous. Before I can overthink, Bianca and I head home so I can get it over with. Once we make it into the house my eyes lock with Gianni's. B nudges me then walks toward the kitchen. I panicked, I started walking the kitchen too. B turns around,"What the fuck are you doing? Go talk to him."
"I can't, I don't know what's gonna happen. Like what if he's like...mad? What the fuck am I supposed to do then?" When I finish talking I noticed Bianca's eyes aren't looking at me, they're looking... over me. Before I could turn around or even ask what she was looking at, a baritone voice asked, "What if I'm mad about what?" I'm not bullshiting, Bianca literally ran away. I turn around to face Gianni, "Hey babe, how's your day going? Anything exciting happen?" He raises his eyebrow, "What would I be mad about?" He totally disregards my questions. I sigh. I'm just gonna say it, "Okay...I... I don't know how to say this so I'm just gonna say it... I'm pregnant."