[Gambino Legacy 2] Heir’s Redemption

Chapter 13

RÁMON’S POV

A month has passed by and I have been trying to fill my time with work. I still occasionally see Caterina, but for the most part, I have kept my distance.

I lost control a month ago after I found her and the girls at Club Euphoria. I shouldn’t have touched her like that, but I just couldn’t help myself. All sense of logic went out the door the moment I saw her dressed like that and the way she looked at those naked men.

I wanted to touch her.

I wanted to make sure she knew no other man could make her feel the way I made her feel.

Hell, I wanted to punish to her—but in the end, it just made me feel like a gigantic asshole.

I almost took her virginity in the backseat of a car while parked in a dark alleyway of New York City.

How f*****g stupid was I?

So I’ve been punishing myself by staying away from her. I thought it was the best thing to do, considering when I’m with her, I can’t keep my hands to myself—But I think the separation is starting to get to her, just as much as me.

I rolled out of my bed, feeling a pounding headache coming on.

I drank too much last night.

My phone has been ringing for the past hour, but I’ve been too lazy to answer it. I really don’t give a s**t why it’s ringing and who wants to get ahold of me.

I just want to be left alone.

My phone started ringing again, making me groan out in annoyance. I grabbed it off my nightstand and answered it.

“Hello.”

“Rámon.” Veronica’s annoying voice sounded out through the speaker of my phone, “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for months.”

“I’ve blocked every number you’ve called from because I don’t want to talk to you!” I snapped back, “What else do you need to take the f*****g hint?!”

“Don’t talk to me like that!”

“Veronica!” I growled, “I swear to f*****g god! Call me one more time and I’ll f*****g kill you!”

Before I could hang up the phone, she blurted out my worsts fears.

“I’m pregnant!”

My breathing became heavy as I tried to process the words that just came out of her whorish mouth.

“The f**k you just say?!” I yelled out, feeling like this was some big prank.

“I’m pregnant Rámon and your the father.” She explained softly, “Your the only one I’ve been with for these last four and a half months.”

A cold laugh escaped my lips as I tightly gripped my phone, wanting to crumble it to pieces.

“Bullshit!” I scoffed, “I f****d you once and I used a condom.”

“The condom broke you idiot.”

I growled out as I started to pace my bedroom.

I really don’t remember much from that night. I was wasted and in my feelings about Caterina.

All I remember is f*****g Veronica then leaving. I woke up in my bed alone, with a hell of a hangover.

How the f**k does that equal her being pregnant?

“I’m not in the mood to play any games with you Veronica. Don’t f*****g call me again!” I snapped back over the phone.

“Wait!” She begged, “You want nothing to do with your child Rámon? How are you just gonna discard your child like this?!”

“It’s not my child!”

“Says who?!” She yelled back, “Your just selfish! You need to own your choices and take care of your responsibilities!”

“f**k you!”

“That’s exactly how we got in this situation. You f****d me and loved every second of it!” She yelled back, making me yell out in anger.

This is not what I expected when I woke up today.

“I don’t believe you Veronica.” I spoke out as I tried to calm the raging storm inside of me, “I won’t let you f**k up my life with some bastards child!”

“He’s your child!” She yelled back, “You really want to disown the child you had a hand in creating?!”

“Yes, because he isn’t my f*****g child!”

“Fine then!” She yelled back, “I’ll make sure our child knows who his father is. I’ll also tell our child that his father wanted nothing to do with them. Our child will grow up to hate you. Is that what you really want?!”

Her words were like a blow to my chest. I plopped down on my bed and thought about her words.

If that was really my child she was carrying, I didn’t want to abandon them. I wanted my child to know their father and how much I love them.

I sighed out in exhaustion, feeling like I was backed into a corner.

What about Caterina?

How the f**k do I explain this to her?

If she knew someone else was carrying my child, she would leave me. She wouldn’t want to stay with me and take care of somebody else’s child.

As more thoughts swirled through my brain, the worser the situation got.

I was f****d.

“What the hell do you want?” I muttered out, waiting for her to speak.

“I want you to take care of your child and give it a good life. I can’t raise this baby by myself Rámon.”

“I want a DNA test.” I demanded, “I won’t take care of this child until I know it’s mine.”

There was a pause over the phone before she spoke again.

“That’s fine.” She answered back, “I’m only four months along, so you’ll have to wait until the birth.”

“f**k that! There are tests you can take now to tell me the paternity.”

“Those tests aren’t safe Rámon!” She sneered, “Do you really want to put your own child in danger just because of your stupid ego?!”

I wanted to argue with her but the words got caught in my throat. If that was really my child, of course I didn’t want to put them into any danger.

“Look, I have an appointment with the doctor later today. Why don’t you meet me there and talk to the doctor yourself?” She spoke out, throwing me from my thoughts, “You’ve already been absent for four months, at least try to make this appointment.”

My heart raced as my palms became sweaty.

This was all becoming too real.

“Fine.” I sighed back, “Text me the address and I’ll be there.”

Before she could say anything else, I hung up the phone.

This can’t be happening right now. I have to be dreaming. There’s no way I was having a child with somebody else.

Caterina was gonna be my wife—the mother to my children.

There was no way I was gonna have a family with somebody else that wasn’t her. It just wasn’t gonna happen!

I need that f*****g DNA test.

In the meantime, nobody can know. I will make sure nobody finds out and make sure Caterina doesn’t get a whiff of what’s going on.

If it really turns out that it it’s my child, then i will deal with it when the time comes.

For now, it will stay buried.

…

I arrived to the hospital early, not being able to kill off my anxious nerves. I have so many thoughts that I can’t even think rationally any more.

Everything I worked hard for was now crumbling—little by little.

All I can think about is Caterina and what we’ve built together. We’ve gotten so close these last four months and I knew this would just destroy us.

I can’t lose her.

I won’t f*****g lose her.

“How long have you been waiting on me?” Veronica’s voice sounded out nearby, making me stop pacing the waiting room.

She had an excited smile on her overly powdered face. My eyes roamed down to her swollen belly, letting me know she was really pregnant.

The way her baby blue dress hugged her figure, showed her prominent baby bump. She wasn’t entirely too far along, but she was already showing.

Fuck.

I’m so screwed.

“Are you ready?” She asked out, pulling me back to reality.

I swallowed the words I so desperately wanted to scream and nodded my head.

I followed her through the hospital until we arrived to the gynecology wing of the building. We waited until the doctor called us and got put into an examination room.

Veronica laid down on the bed and pulled up her dress, exposing her swollen belly. She covered her legs and intimate area with a blanket while we waited for the doctor to arrive.

I should’ve sat down and waited like a normal person, but I wasn’t normal. I paced the room, feeling like I was going crazy.

“Can you relax?” Veronica scoffed, “Your starting to affect the baby.”

I stopped pacing and sent a deathly glare to her. She nervously gulped before looking away.

I couldn’t have done a shittier job at getting somebody pregnant. f*****g Veronica was the worst person I could’ve c*m in.

A knock sounded at the door before an older man in a white coat walked in. He smiled at us before putting some hand sanitizer in his palms and rubbed it into his hands.

“Hello everyone, my name is Dr. Marinetti.” He greeted. I gave him a brief nod as I studied him and his every move.

“Hello Dr. Marinetti. It’s good to see you again.” Veronica beamed with excitement.

“Yes Veronica, it’s good to see you again as well.” He took a sat next to her and looked at her bump, “You look like you’re progressing well. How have you been doing?”

“The nausea has settled but I feel even more tired lately.”

“That’s normal.” He explained, “The more you progress in your pregnancy, the more tired you will feel.”

Veronica nodded her head as the doctor examined her belly with his hands. When he was done, he turned and smiled at me.

“You must be the father. How are you doing today Sir?”

“I don’t know if I’m the father yet. That’s why I’m here.” I said back coldly as I glared at the both of them.

“Rámon!” Veronica complained.

“I see.” Dr. Marinetti said back with a faltering smile, “Let’s check on the little one, huh?”

Veronica eagerly nodded her head, ready to see the baby on the sonogram monitor.

I paced the room again as the doctor set everything up to take an ultrasound. Once he was done, I finally stopped pacing and turned my attention to the monitor.

“If I remember correctly, you were supposed to find out the gender today right?” Dr. Marinetti asked, making Veronica nod eagerly. “Hopefully the baby is in a good position to tell. I know it would be wonderful to find out the gender.”

“Yes, I have been dying to know what I’m having.”

Dr. Marinetti waved a wand over her belly that was covered in blue gel. A weird noise came out of the monitor as the inside of Veronica’s wombs was displayed on the screen.

“The heartbeat sounds strong.” Dr. Marinetti praised, “The fetus has grown significantly and seems rather healthy. You seem to be about eighteen weeks now.”

Fuck.

Eighteen weeks ago— that was about the time I slept with her.

I watched the screen and noticed the small baby in her womb.

I felt lots of things as I looked at the screen. I wanted to be angry and worried, but looking at that baby, knowing that it’s potentially mine, did things to me.

I was gonna be a father.

“Congratulations!” Dr. Marinetti praised, “You are having a boy.”

Veronica cried out as she smiled in happiness. “I’m having a baby boy!”

A son—I was having a son.

I’ve always wanted a son, but not like this.

Somehow though, I wasn’t angry. I was slightly happy in some weird way. That was potentially my son growing in her womb.

MY son.

The doctor cleaned her stomach off after taking measurements of the fetus. Veronica was in high spirits after learning she was having a son.

I didn’t think Veronica would be a good mother, but seeing her this happy, makes me wonder if I’m wrong.

“Make sure you keep taking your prenatal’s and come back to see me in a month.” The director advised before he stood up to leave.

“Wait doctor.” I called out, “Is there any test we can take now to know the paternity?”

“Yes there are tests, but I wouldn’t recommend them.”

“Why not?” I aggressively questioned.

“The tests put the fetus as well as the mother at risk.” He explained, “If this is your baby, you do not want to put your child at risk. Or would you?”

I sighed out in frustration as I stared at him and the look of judgement he was giving me.

“Fine.” I huffed, “We can wait for him to be born to take a paternity test.”

He nodded, finally loosing the judgement on his face. “I’d advise you to keep an eye on her. She’s had a rough pregnancy this far and needs to be taken care of. No extra stress or strain on the body, okay?”

I looked over at Veronica who had expectancy in her green eyes.

I nodded my head towards the doctor, knowing I had no other choice but to agree.

“It was great to see you all, I will see you again in a month.” With those words, he left the room.

Veronica stood up and pulled her dress back down. She wiped her teary eyes and grabbed her purse.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” She spoke out softly, “I can take care of me and our son.”

“Veronica.” I sighed out, feeling like this was one big nightmare. “The doctor said to take it easy, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“I can’t, I have to work Rámon.” She retorted, “Were all not rich like you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. I sighed out before grabbing my wallet from my suit jacket and pulling out one of my many credit cards.

“There’s two million on this card, take it.” I held it out for her. Her green eyes widened in shock as she stared at the card in my hands.

She grabbed it and made me feel a little less anxious.

“Use it to buy whatever you want. You won’t need to work anymore. I’ll pay your bills until the baby is born.” I reassured, “You better pray that I’m the father, because if I’m not. Things won’t be easy for you afterwards.”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” She whispered with a vulnerability in her eyes, “I just wanted my son to know his father.”

That’s all I ever wanted too.

“Well, if it’s my son, he will know his father. I will love him and take good care of him.”

She smiled, before walking over and hugging me. Her arms that were wrapped around my body, felt foreign. Considering it wasn’t Caterina who was hugging me, made this whole situation feel wrong.

“You’re not so bad Rámon Bonanno.” She giggled before pulling back.

“You say that now.” I retorted, making her smile.

“No, I believe there’s another side to you. You’re not a whole monster.”

I smirked, knowing she was wrong. She just doesn’t know me.

“Call if you need anything. Other than that, take it easy.” With those last words, I headed towards the door.

Before I left, I turned back around and addressed her. “You are to keep this quiet, am I clear?”

“Why? Do you not want your underage lover to find out?” She smirked, making me growl out.

“Keep your f*****g mouth shut! Caterina is to not know about this! Am I f*****g clear?!”

She nodded her head quickly before looking at me with pure fear in her green eyes.

I left quickly, knowing I needed to get out of here.

I needed a f*****g drink.