MidReal Story
Mafia Love: Hailey's Dangerous Secret
Scenario: Hailey Rose was thrusted into the mafia world when
She fell Pregnant, by the mafia leader himself
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.
I groaned, rolling over and grabbing it from the nightstand.
I didn’t even look at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello?”
“Hailey, where are you?”
My best friend asked frantically.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
“I’m at home, why?”
“Thank God.” She breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’ve been calling you for hours.”
“What’s wrong?”
I asked, my heart racing.
Was she okay?
Was her husband okay?
Was her baby okay?
“Anthony got a call from Dominic.” She said, and my heart stopped.
Dominic Moretti was the leader of the Moretti mafia family.
He was cold and ruthless and didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.
He had no problem killing someone if they crossed him or his family, and he had no problem making people disappear if they got in his way.
“Did something happen?”
I asked, my voice trembling.
She let out a shaky breath.
“Anthony said that Dominic found out about the baby.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and tears sprung to my eyes.
“I don’t understand.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“How did he find out?”
“I don’t know.” She replied.
“I don’t know how he found out or what he’s going to do now, but Anthony said it’s not safe for you and the baby to be alone right now.”
I felt like I was going to throw up.
I hadn’t even told her that I was pregnant yet, not that she would have expected me to.
I didn’t even know myself until a few hours ago, when I took the test at the clinic where I worked.
I had gotten drunk at a bar after work, and ended up going home with a guy I’d never met before.
It wasn’t like me at all, I had never done anything like that before, but I had been so lonely lately.
My best friend was married, and my parents lived halfway across the country.
I had been so desperate for human contact that I had let myself do something stupid.
And now I was pregnant with a mafia leader’s baby.
I could feel the panic rising in my chest as what she was saying finally started to sink in.
“Is he going to try to hurt me?”
I asked, my voice trembling.
“I don’t think so.” She replied.
“Not if Anthony has anything to say about it, but right now you need to go to his house.”
“His house?”
I asked, my voice rising in panic.
“Are you serious?”
“Hailey, please.” She begged.
“You can’t stay there right now.”
She was right.
If Dominic knew where I lived, he could have me killed.
It wouldn’t be hard for him to do, and I knew that Anthony would never forgive me if something happened to his best friend.
“Okay.” I said finally.
“Okay, I’ll go over there right now.”
“Thank you.” She said.
“I’ll send you the address.”
We hung up, and I sat on the couch for a moment before walking into my bedroom to throw some clothes into an overnight bag.
My hands were shaking as I zipped it up and grabbed my keys before heading out the door.
As soon as I got into the car and started driving, it felt like reality was crashing down on me.
I was pregnant.
With Dominic Moretti’s baby.
Tears welled up in my eyes as a wave of emotions flooded over me.
I hadn’t wanted to believe it at first.
When the test came back positive, I thought it must be wrong.
But then I took another one, and it came back positive too.
And then another one, and another one.
There was no denying it.
I was pregnant.
And there was nothing I could do to change that.
Tears were streaming down my face now as I sat on the toilet staring down at yet another positive pregnancy test.
I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there.
It felt like hours, but maybe it had only been minutes.
All I knew was that it wasn’t a nightmare.
It wasn’t something I could just wake up from and forget about.
This was my life now.
Whether I wanted it to be or not.
A sob escaped my lips as I placed a hand over my stomach.
How could this be happening?
Why did this have to happen to me?
Surely there was nothing worse than being pregnant with a mafia leader’s baby and not knowing what he would do when he found out.
Would he try to hurt me?
Would he just ignore me?
Or would he take my child away from me?
The thought of him taking my baby made me feel sick to my stomach.
Even if he didn’t want anything to do with us, I would find a way to keep my child safe from him.
I would do whatever it took to make sure they were happy and healthy, even if that meant never telling them who their father was.
Shivers ran down my spine at the thought of Dominic Moretti finding out that I was pregnant with his child.
I had only met him once, when we slept together that night at the bar, but even then I could tell that he was not someone you wanted to mess with.
He was tall and muscular with dark hair that fell into his eyes and his jaw was covered with scruff that only made him look even more dangerous.
But it wasn’t his looks that made him so terrifying.
It was the way he carried himself.
The way he moved and spoke with such confidence that it was impossible not to be drawn to him.
But it was also impossible not to be afraid of him, and the smirk that he wore whenever he looked at me seemed to suggest that he knew it too.
His eyes were always so cold and hooded, and there was something about the way they seemed to linger on me that made me feel like he could see right through me.
I shuddered as the image of his face flashed through my mind.
What would he say when I told him that I was pregnant?
Would he be angry?
Would he be cruel?
Or would he just ignore me and pretend that it never happened at all?
And what would happen after that?
Would we have to get married?
Would we have to live together?
And what about our child?
What kind of life would they have if their father was a ruthless mafia leader?
“What if he tells you that you have to get an abortion?”
My best friend’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and my heart began to race in a blind panic at her words.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly.I hadn’t even thought about what might happen if he told me to get an abortion.
It wasn’t something that I wanted to think about either.
There was no way that I could do that.
There was no way that I could hurt my baby like that.
“I just need some time to think.”
“What is there to think about?”
she asked with a note of panic in her voice.“You’re pregnant with a mafia leader’s baby!
What are you going to do?”
My mind raced as I tried to come up with an answer for her question.
The truth was that there wasn’t much that I could do and we both knew it too.
There was no way that I would ever be able to keep this baby a secret from Dominic, especially not when the baby started to show.
And there was no way that he wouldn’t find out eventually too.
His brother already knew and it was only a matter of time before someone else told him too.
So what choice did that leave me?
I shook my head as I pushed the thought from my mind.
There was no point in thinking about it now.
I would figure out what I was going to do after I told Dominic and we would go from there.
“Can you come over?”
I asked my best friend, desperate for her comfort.
My heart ached at the thought of being alone at a time like this.
I needed someone who would understand and support me as I figured out what I was going to do.
There was no one else in the world who could help me figure this out other than my best friend.
“I’m coming over right now,” she said and I could hear the sound of her getting up from the couch where she had been sitting with her husband.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
The line went quiet as she ended the call and I was left alone in the bathroom with nothing but my thoughts for company.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall as I tried to come up with a plan in regards to what I was going to do about this baby.
But no matter how hard I thought about it, I came up blank.
There was nothing that I could do and we both knew it too.
As if on cue, my stomach turned again and I reached for the toilet as I fought back the wave of nausea that washed over me.
Sobs wracked my body as I sat on the bathroom floor, trying to process what was happening.
This couldn’t be real.
This couldn’t be happening.
But the test was sitting right in front of me, taunting me with its bright pink lines that told me otherwise.
That told me that a part of Dominic Moretti lived inside me now.
I felt sick at the thought but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a fierce sense of protectiveness over my baby too.
Even if they were only a few weeks old, they were still mine.
