Entangled With The Mafia

Episode4

Chapter 04

Eliza POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. The way he’d just driven off, not even sparing a second to thank me or explain himself. It didn’t make sense. If those kids were really his, why wasn’t he with them? And why hadn’t he even acknowledged what had happened?

I kept replaying the scene in my head. The kids, the way they’d cried when they saw him, calling him “daddy.” I wasn’t even sure if they were his children or not. Maybe I’d overstepped. Maybe I had done something wrong by pulling them out of the street. I had just acted on impulse, not thinking of the consequences. But when I saw the fear in their eyes, I knew I couldn’t let them stay there.

What if I had just made a mistake?

The next day, I pushed all those thoughts aside as I entered the hospital room. Georgie was awake now, his face pale but his eyes clear. He was still in pain, but the doctors said he would be able to walk again. That was the most important thing.

“Georgie,” I said, walking over to his side, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. “You’re going to be okay. I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you get the treatment you need. We’re going to get through this, okay?”

He smiled weakly, his small hand reaching for mine. “I’m not gonna give up, Eliza.”

I squeezed his hand tightly, fighting back tears. “Neither will I.”

My resolve to make sure Georgie could walk again had never been stronger. I was going to find a way to pay for his treatment, no matter what it took. I would figure it out. There had to be something I could do.

That night, after visiting Georgie, I decided to stop by the mall on my way home. I had no real plan. Maybe I could find something to do—some small job that would help me save up a little extra money. As I wandered through the mall, past store windows and bustling shoppers, I caught a glimpse of something that made me freeze.

It was them. The triplets.

I stopped in my tracks, staring at the three small children huddled together in a corner. They looked lost, scared, and I could hear the soft sounds of their cries even from where I stood. Without thinking, I rushed toward them.

As soon as they saw me, their eyes lit up. “It’s her! It’s her!” they cried, rushing to me. The smallest one, a little girl with pigtails, reached out for my hand.

I knelt down to their level, my heart racing. They were so tiny—no older than four years old. The girl with pigtails had wide, tear-filled eyes, and her face was streaked with dirt. She reached up to me, her voice trembling. “Aimee,” she said, her little voice so soft, so innocent.

I gave her a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand. “Aimee, are you okay?”

Before I could respond, the other two chimed in. The boy with messy hair, who looked just like her, stared up at me with wide eyes. “Abel,” he said in his tiny voice, his lip quivering.

The other boy, with a mischievous smile despite his tears, looked up at me and said, “Ares.”

I blinked in surprise. Aimee, Abel, and Ares. They were triplets. The realization hit me hard. They were all the same age, and they all looked so much alike. But their personalities—Aimee was shy, Abel was cautious, and Ares was the bold one, despite his tears.

I had to get them somewhere safe. “Where’s your daddy?” I asked gently, trying to stay calm. “Where did he go?”

The three of them looked at each other, confusion filling their faces. They didn’t know. They were lost, scared, and I couldn’t just leave them here. I had to help them find their father.

“I’ll help you find him,” I said, my voice steady. “We’ll find your dad, okay?”

The triplets nodded, their hands gripping mine. I could feel their tiny fingers wrapping around my own, and it was as if they were holding onto me for dear life. They trusted me, and I couldn’t let them down. I couldn’t leave them like this.

We walked through the mall together, their little feet shuffling behind me as we moved from one corner to another. I was determined to help them find their father. He had to be around here somewhere. But as we walked, the fear in their eyes didn’t fade. They were too young to understand what was going on. They just wanted to be with their father.

I didn’t know where to go, but I kept walking. I needed to find someone who could help. As we passed the ice cream stand, I made a snap decision.

“Let’s get you some ice cream,” I said, my voice warm and comforting. “That’ll help, right?”

Their faces lit up, and for a moment, the fear in their eyes seemed to lessen. Aimee, Abel, and Ares all clung to my hands as we walked up to the counter. I ordered three small cones, and the children each took one, their faces lighting up as they licked the cold treat. It was the first time I had seen them smile since I found them, and it made me feel a little better.

But I still had to find their father.

We walked to the mall’s security desk, and I explained the situation. The security guard seemed confused at first, but he promised to make an announcement. As I was about to turn to leave, I felt a hand grip my arm.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, spinning around to see a police officer grabbing me.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I’m just trying to help—”

“You’re under arrest,” the officer said, his voice cold and stern.

I froze. “What? No, wait—”

Before I could protest, the officer slapped handcuffs around my wrists, the cold metal biting into my skin. “You’re being detained for questioning,” he said, pulling me toward the back of the mall.

I struggled, trying to explain myself. “I was just helping them. They were lost, and I was—”

The officer didn’t listen. He kept walking, and as we passed by the security desk, I saw Julian standing there, his face set in a scowl. His children were huddled next to him, and he was glaring at me. I tried to speak, to tell him what had happened, but he didn’t seem to care. His expression was cold, indifferent.

“Wait! They’re your kids!” I shouted, but he didn’t even look at me.

The officer continued dragging me through the mall, ignoring my protests. As we neared the holding area, I looked over my shoulder at Julian one last time. He was holding the triplets close, his expression still hard.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had just tried to help. But all I got in return was this.

And that jerk? He just stood there, watching. Watching me get arrested for doing the right thing.

“Jerk!” I screamed. Such an Asshole!