THE MAFIA'S BABY

Though she was late for work, she kept on rummaging through the shelf which houses arranged books and documents. She needed to put her mind at rest by confirming if her suspicions were true or not. On and on she went, searching and looking here and there. The little light peeping in through the window was a big disadvantage at the moment. She strained her eyes to read out the contents of some documents she had found. She was at the brink of giving up when an envelope, falling off one of the large books caught her attention. On it was written: LOAN AGREEMENT. Out of curiosity, she took away the envelope's seal, taking out the contents inside of it. Scanning through, her hands flew to her mouth in shock. The agreement showed her father borrowing money and the terms revealed that the creditor has the right to do anything he decides once the borrower refuses to pay up. That did not come much as a surprise but the stamp on the agreement did. It was an image of a scary triangular shape with the name BLOOD. She knew for sure the creditor was not an ordinary person. Gasping out hot breath through her nostrils, she flipped to the end of the pages and, once again, her suspicions were confirmed true for the eighth time. Mafia's Possession was boldly written at the end of the whole content. Her breath was seized for a while and her feet glued to the floor. “Just how far has father gone”, she asked herself. As if being struck with a hit of remembrance, she dashed out in haste. “Father, how could you have done something this huge without letting me know?” She asked, blinded with worry and fright about the unknown. “Father, you need to give me an answer. We need to…” Her words seized as she saw her father on his knees with beads of perspiration dropping rapidly all over his body with his head bowed down nervously. He was sick and tis could add more to his sickness. The envelope in her hand hung a moment in the air with her feet glued to the ground. A muscular man, probably in his thirties stood gallantly, returning to his father with smoke emanating from him. His posture commanded fear without talking. He stood as if they were not in life's existence. “Could it have been another loan shark?” She asked with no answer. Gradually, her feet moved as slowly as snails in a racing competition as she walked to her father, kneeling beside him. “Father, what are you doing? This could add to your sickness”. She said shakily, caressing his teary face, filled with a drain of sweat. Her father began to sob as if in regret. It has always been his desire to provide his two children with everything they ever wanted and needed, but with him and life, it has been the opposite. To him, if given a privilege to meet with his predestined guardian angel, he wanted to ask just a question about why life had been so unfair to him. As he knelt in fright, he definitely had different thoughts flying round the corner of his mind. “Are you not going to work?” He asked in tears. She instantly looked at her wristwatch and realized how much time she had wasted. Well, that could pass by as there was other work she still had time to catch up with, even if it was evening. “Leave work for now, dad. You matter first. What is going on? She asked in tears. Seeing her father in that helpless state broke her heart, and it felt like an arrow of pain pierced through her soul. Looks like both fathers forgot about the huge man standing, backing them as they were too lost in their own stream of emotions. “Are you done with your family drama?” He asked as he cleared his throat, finally turning their way to reveal his face. She looked up to catch a glimpse of the man whose presence alone made her father tremble this much and, for a second, she felt her throat drying up as she beheld his look. She could swear that this man standing right in front of her could be mistaken for a Greek god. His well-jelled black hair did justice by giving him an authoritative look. His perfectly pointed nose and beautiful lips made it look like he had just fallen from the sky. The heavy smoke coming from the cigarette in his mouth made both father and daughter cough out with the father, groaning in pain. “I suppose you know what date it is today. I have been lenient enough to not bother you for a while, but did you take me for a fool?” He asked, ragingly, yet the poor man only shivered frighteningly. “Are you now deaf and blind that no proper word could come out of that old mouth of yours?” He asked again, bending to reach him. He let out a short spanned chuckle as he slapped him loudly. “Father!”, She screamed as he fell down with heavy cries. “Mister, we will definitely pay you. Could you give us some more time? She asked, as the second slap meant for her father landed safely on her left cheek. Her eyes twitched, and the tears needed no signal before falling freely. He finally stood up with a mischievous smirk as he looked at her. Her beautiful pink lips and ethereal look caught his attention. His eyes watched her as she moved, trying to lift her father. His eyes darkened with lust as she finally stood. The casual gown she wore revealed her curvy shape, and he felt a lump of desire to have a taste of her in his throat. “Sir, please. I will definitely pay you back for his debts, but please, don't touch him. Please”, she pleaded, holding onto his legs. He smiled handsomely at her as even her teary face turned him on. “Perhaps you could pay up by agreeing to marry me”. He said, chuckling inwardly.