The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA

From the moment our lips collided to when we tumbled on the bed and made love like never before, everything was a blur. I had done this with him multiple times, but it seemed like a new experience each time. His hands on my body were magical. He knew just the right spots to touch. He knew exactly how to satisfy me. Oh, how I loved him so much.

We had just finished having sex, and we were both naked on the bed, staring lustfully into each other’s? eyes.

“The look in your eyes…” A small, charming smile touched his lips. “You want more?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I quickly averted my gaze before I delved into his arms again. “No.”

Clearing my throat, I continued. “You came inside me.”

“I know.” The next thing I felt was his fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to look at him.

As my eyes met his, my heart skipped a beat. Oh, damn, he was so handsome.

“I need to take the pills, or else I will get pregnant.” I told him what he already knew, my voice a whisper.

“I want a baby with you. Perhaps a baby girl this time.” He moved closer to me and encaged me in his arms. Our faces were so close that we could feel each other’s warm breath. “You’re mine now anyway. So there’s nothing to be scared of.”

I shook my head slightly. “I don’t want a baby, not now.”

A frown etched his face at my response. “Why?”

“Nothing. I’m just not ready for another baby.”

I already felt like a terrible mother to Carlo. The thought of bringing another child into the world filled me with fear. I was scared of letting down another child, just as I had disappointed Carlo by robbing him of the chance to know his father due to my recklessness.

The weight of that guilt burdened my chest, leaving me unable to bear the thought of disappointing yet another child in any manner.

“What?” He asked, concerned, when he noticed the sudden change in my countenance.

“Nothing really…” I sighed.

“Talk to me, Rosa.” He insisted with concern, caressing my cheeks.

“It’s just that. I felt really bad when Carlo said he wanted a dad too.” I told him. “I feel really terrible for sleeping with a total stranger. Do you think it’s possible to track all the people that were at the party that day?”

What on earth was I thinking? Even if we did track him down, there’s no way he’d want Carlo. I mean, who turns up three years later claiming to have gotten pregnant from a truth or dare game at a party? It didn’t even make sense. And that’s assuming he’s still alive.

“No.” Antonio retorted firmly. “We are going nowhere to look for nobody. Carlo is my son now. So, you don’t have to worry about him not having a father. I am his father.”

I knew he was fond of him, but I wondered if he was truly at peace with fathering another man’s child forever. What if he woke up one day and believed he had made a mistake and wasn’t thinking clearly when he made that decision? What if he one day kicks Carlo out of his house? What would happen then?

My mind was a mess.

“Stop thinking about that.” He continued before I could reply. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Think about this instead.”

What followed was a long, scorching kiss, and we ended up having sex again. Unable to get enough of each other, we went again and again before I finally fell asleep in his arms.

***

I woke up to see that Antonio wasn’t in bed. The time was 3 a. m. in the morning. Where did he go to? I wondered.

Deciding to go and look for him, I crawled out of bed and slipped inside his white T-shirt that I found sitting on the bedroom sofa.

I walked out of the bedroom in search of him afterwards. My guess was that he was in his office, working his ass off. So that was my first stop.? But when I slipped inside, I realised he wasn’t there, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

As I turned to leave, I suddenly got a surge of curiosity to go through the things he was working on.

“No. You shouldn’t do that.” I scolded myself.

But before I could even stop myself, my legs were already walking towards his desk. My curiosity won. I didn’t know what I was looking for or why I was even doing this. But I was driven by a strong urge.

Despite the pang of guilt that clung to my chest, I couldn’t resist the urge to explore the drawers attached to the table. The first two were firmly locked, but I was able to access the third drawer.

Inside lay a white envelope, and without hesitation, I took it and opened it, revealing a white sheet of paper.

Knowing what I was about to do was wrong, I ignored the nagging voice of conscience and went ahead to open it.

I read through the paper, and as I absorbed the words written on the page, my hands began to shake so terribly that I was barely able to hold the paper. My stomach clenched, and my heart began to beat dangerously fast against my ribcage.

I shot my eyes closed, hoping that if I opened them, I’d realise I was dreaming. But when I dared to open them again, the stark reality hit me. The content was still the same-a DNA paternity test result for Antonio Russo and my son, Carlo Moretti, which showed a 99. 9998% probability of paternity.

“No. No. No.” I shook my head vigorously.

How?

Could it be that…

No. It couldn’t be.

No. No. No.

In that moment, Antonio pushed the door open and walked into the office. When his gaze locked onto what I held, he halted, his eyes opening so wide as immense worries saturated his features.

“Please tell me this isn’t true.” My voice quivered as tears began to form in my eyes.