My Mafia Leader

Chapter 5

A month later -

Hadley and I have been spending a lot of time with Sloan and his family in public and at their place. The one thing I've noticed is a few oddities about them - like when we're in public, people seem afraid of all of them and at their property, the none-family members act like bodyguards both at home and out in public. I've questioned Hadley on these to see if he finds this weird or not and he does. Any any time we ask them questions, they change the subject.

Today, I'm spending time alone with Sloan and his family alone, since Hadley has to spend the day with his family as today is his grandpa's birthday. I think Sloan and I will spend the day at the property, but whatever we do I'm fine with.

"Mama, I'm head out now, Sloan is almost here," I tell her since mum isn't home - she had to work today even though it's Saturday.

"Okay baby, have a good time, no sex and be home by 11 p.m.," she seriously says.

Groaning at her comment about sex, she just lifts a brow at me; "Mama, I'm not anywhere near ready to have sex. Can I leave now, please?"

"Sure but one more question, has your dad had the sex talk with you?"

"Yes,"I groan not wanting to have this conversation with either of my mum's. "We had that talk five years ago. Can I go now, please?"

"Yes, you can leave. I love you and be home by curfew," she smirks at me as she kisses my cheek.

"Bye mama and I love you, too," I say kissing her cheek before rushing from the house as she laughs loudly atfter me.

Opening the passenger door of Sloan's Dodge Ram truck, shutting the door behind me with a broad grin at Sloan as I buckle myself.

"Hey little beauty, how are you this morning?" he greets as he starts driving.

"I'm good, thanks and how are you?" I reply with a light pink blush tinting my cheeks. "Why do you call me 'little beauty'?"

"I'm good, too. I call you that because youre little in size compared to me and you're beautiful," Sloan seriously repsonds.

My pink cheeks instanstly turn crimson at his answer; "I'm not though but thank you."

"You're wrong and I'm going to prove this to you," he answers, his voice sounds determined.

By now, we've arrived at his property and he parks the truck by his home, turns off the engine and climbs out. Instead of entering his home, he walks toward his parents and I'm scared still - his dad scares the hell out of me.

"Come on, Briar, we're having dinner with everyone at my parent's," he calls from about fifteen in front of me with a frown.

Gulping thickly around the sudeen lump that has formed in my throat; "I'm scared."

Sloan quickly comes over to me, gently places his large hands on my cheeks to maintain eye contact with me; "Why? No one here will hut you and if they do, I will personally kick their ass."

His unwavering voice and gaze tells me he's serious, so I softly say; "Okay."

Dinner with everyone was interesting to say the least; Sloan's father grilled me about my intentions with his son. The others were funny as usual and his mum is so warm and motherly. Sloan and I ended the night at his place and we ended up having sex - my very first time and neither of us planned this. We had been making out on his bed with a movie playing in the background.

2 months later -

I've been sick the last month and a half, so at Sloan, mum, mama and Hadley's insistances, I went to the doctor today during lunch to find out what's wrong with me. Walking back intot he school after the appointment with a piece of paper burning a reminder in my back pocket and the information I recieved weighing hevily on my mind. Signing myself in at the office, I take the slip given to me and head to class in a daze. Handing the sleep to the teacher before numbly sitting down in my seat next to Hadley, who looks at me worridly.

"What's wrong?" he whispers to me as the teacher continues to lecture; silently pulling the piece of paper from my back and slide it over to him as I watch his expression, which goes from confused to shock in almost instnatly.

"You're pregnant?" he mouths to me; nodding at him while gnawing on my lower lip, completly terrified and worried about having a baby - how in the fucking hell am I going to tell my parents and Sloan about the baby.

By the end of the school day, several hours later, I'm still in a daze fueled by worry at how everyone's reaction to my baby that I am keeping.

"Come on, let's go tell your parents," Had says ushering me to the parking lot where our cars are located. Nodding silently, I follow him and I pick up my siblings before driving home and my nerves are on high; my sisters and brothers enter the house ahead of Hadley and me - the four younger kids are confused by my quieter behavior.

"Briar, what's wrong, the kids said you're acitng strange?" mama asks as soon as Hadley and I enter the house.

Swallowing thickly as I glance at Hadley, who nods for me to say it, so I whisper; "I'm two months pregnant and I'm keeping the baby. I'm telling Sloan tonight when we hang out."

Their jaws drop in shock, well all but Rylan since he doesn't understand, so I continue; "I didnt do it on purpose, it was my first and only time."

By the time mum steps forward to hug me to stop my crying or rambling and mama hugs me from behind.