Pregnant for the Mafia Devil

Chapter 3

Days turned into weeks.

Nothing. Not a word, not a glance, just nothing, and slowly I began to get familiar with the prison room I was kept in.

Not a word from Dante.

Weeks of not having had a bath or changed my clothes. I stink at this point.

"Eat up."The hole in the door, designed for passing food through, was reopened, allowing food to be handed directly to me once again.

"Wait..wait..." And as usual, no one stopped or answered. They drop my food and go. "What of Dante? I want to speak to Dante!" My same words every day, till I'm so tired I can't even count. "I just want to get out of here." My words muttered.

Where was Dante? I didn't know.

I stared at the tightly shut windows, as no amount of my trials could get them open. My gaze went back to the food in front of me. It was porridge and something else I couldn't fathom. The appearance of it made me want to puke.

Every day, the same kind of food. And if it wasn't porridge, it was bread.

I was living in hell, and I knew it.

I had lost weight, as evidenced by my scrubs loosening around my waist and my skin looking pale. My hair had begun to fall out due to a lack of vitamins and nutrients.

I lived worse than my real life. At least, I got to eat what I wanted, and not some devastating, pukey food they brought every day.

My senses instantly pricked, as I heard a rhythmic, familiar movement.

Strong, deliberate, and aligned.

Dante.

I stood up from the floor hurriedly, watching the door click, for when it pushed open, I met with a distant, familiar pair of hazel eyes.

"You bastard!" Curses rolled off my tongue the instant I laid eyes on Dante. "You kept me a prisoner in here for weeks, starved me, and took me away from my life while you go live yours. Isn't it better you actually kill me than torture me for something I have no offense for?" I was pained, angry, and devastated by my condition. It was as though my life had been taken away from me.

"Starved you?" Dante's first words came as his gaze scanned the room. "From what I see, they're feeding you quite well." He told me.

"You call this feeding me quite well. Isn't it better to just kill me than continue to eat this?" Irritation lacing my tongue.

"Is that what you want?" Dante asked me solemnly.

"What..."

"Do you want me actually to kill you and just end it here?" Dante asked me as my eyes went wide in horror.

"It will be better than such a treatment, where my life has been taken away from me." At this point, all signs of struggle were past me.

"Fine then," Dante said, for the next thing I saw, was him taking out a gun from his back and pointed it directly at me.

"Oh, my God!" Okay, I lied. I lied about wanting him to end me. I lied.

"You said you wanted me to end it right now." Dante was relaxed with his gun pointed directly at me, whereas I grimaced in fear that I felt a heart attack coming my way.

"I lied, okay. I lied!" My words came on their own. "I don't want you to end me." I pleaded for my life, and still, Dante doesn't drop the gun. "Please... don't kill me." I pleaded for my life.

To my surprise, Dante lets out a chuckle, one so intriguing that I stared at him longer than I should, hearing such beautiful action. "I was never going to kill you, Elena." Dante pulled his gun away and placed it to his back again. "And I would have let you go that very first day...had you not lied to me," Dante spoke.

"Lied? I...I never lied to you." I staggered.

"Humans are known to lie on their very first instinct, you see the bullshit about wanting to tell the truth is also a lie, and I, Dante Morelli, detest lies," Dante told me. "You saw me blow a man's brain off and said you didn't see anything, whereas if I were to let you go, the cops would be the next thing you would call. Of course, they can't get to me, but you still would have. So, Dante took a step closer to me. "You did lie, Elena." He told me.

"Don't we all? Don't we all lie just to survive?" I asked Dante.

"True." Dante let out a small smile, as I knew he was probably mocking me with it. "But I am a man of my word."

"Tell me, Elena, why do you want this life so much? From what I can see, you have nothing." Dante insulted me. "No family, no boyfriend, no one in your life, so why do you cling onto it, as though it's some precious gold?" Dante mocked. "Rather, you should want to leave it, especially having someone like your stepfather. A very uninteresting life, I must say."

"Unlike you, who sees life as something that should be easily wasted, life itself is indeed precious. And you say I have no family?" I chuckled unbelievably. "Well, that's where you're very wrong, because family does not have to be blood," I told him. "I have a family, a big one at that. I have people who look up to me to come to work. People who anticipate seeing my face with the hope that I will tell them that there's a solution to their condition. I have people who are willing to put their lives and trust in my hands, trusting that I will handle them with care. And the day I took the oath to protect lives was the day mine was also worth protecting. So, to me, every life is a previous one. Including mine."

I didn't for one moment stutter in my words, because all I saw in front of me was a man who saw life as something to be used as he pleased; hence, he took them at his own will.

"The lives you waste daily, as if they're nothing to you, are what some are praying for on a daily basis."

"You think I do not think life is precious?" Dante asked me solemnly.

"Yes, you do not. If you did, you wouldn't kill that innocent man like he was a piece of trash..."

"Oh, that man was far from innocent." Dante cut me off.

"It wasn't your call to make if he was innocent or not. That's for the authorities to make." I said to his face.

"Authorities?" Dante let out a hysterical laugh. "You know nothing, Elena, and your innocence...your innocence might just be a bad thing," Dante said.

"This wasn't innocence. This was humanity. Humanity, everyone deserved." I tell Dante to his face, and he only goes silent, with his gaze staring directly at me. Mine stayed on his, too, prompting me to realize a few changes from the last time I met him.

Stubble of hair grew under his chin and jawline, as it was evident he hadn't shaved in a while. His appearance remained the same as the other day: a black shirt and well-tailored pants, but this time his Sleeves were not rolled. His hazel eyes were not as strong as they were the other day when he came here, as there was a bit of relaxation to him today. And his lips...they curved into smirks more often than I had witnessed before.

"Then I guess I made the right decision." Dante's words finally came.

"What...what decision?" I questioned as what lay as a relaxed gaze from Dante, transformed into a full jaw-clenched face.

"You have two options, Elena," Dante said.

"What do you mean?" My pupils danced drastically.

"You get to make a choice for what you want," Dante answered.

"What choice is that?" I asked him again.

"You could choose to remain here as my prisoner and eat or probably not eat the food they give to you, till when I get bored, and this room becomes your home or..."

"Or what? What's the second option?" God forbid I accept Dante's first option and live the rest of my life here as a prisoner.

Dante let out a small smirk, his gaze dominating mine till he eventually spoke.

"Be my wife."