A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

“Are you serious or is this a joke?” Marisa questioned.

“I assure you, ma’am, I’m being serious. If you’d like, we can conduct a pregnancy test to confirm,” the doctor offered.

“Yes, let’s do the test. I need to be sure,” Marisa agreed.

“Very well. Please follow me,” the doctor stood up, leading Marisa to the area where the test would be performed. After conducting the test, Marisa was taken aback by the results that confirmed she was three weeks pregnant.

“Oh my god!” she whispered in astonishment, staring at the test results with disbelief.

“Congratulations, ma’am.” The doctor congratulated Marisa.

“Thanks.” Marisa replied with a fake smile.

“You don’t seem happy about your pregnancy.” The doctor said after studying Marisa’s expression.

“No. I’m actually happy, ” Marisa lied. “It’s just that I’m nervous because this is the first time I’ll be getting pregnant.” She added.

“Alright then. Congratulations once again.” The doctor said with a smile plastered on her face.

“Thanks.” Marisa said, maintaining her fake smile, then she walked out of the room

Leaving the hospital, she climbed into her car and rested her head on the steering wheel, sobbing quietly.

As tears streamed down her face, she muttered, “What am I going to do? My parents must not find out about this, or I’ll be in grave trouble.” She sobbed quietly, deeply concerned about her situation.

From her statement, one would know that her parents were kind of dangerous or cruel.

Her phone rang beside her, and she glanced at the caller ID: Alejandro, her lover. She ignored the call, continuing to cry.

Despite her phone’s repeated ringing, she didn’t answer. She didn’t want to answer the call because she wasn’t ready to tell him about her pregnancy even though she knew he’d be happy to hear the news.

Maria’s phone started ringing again, and when she saw her her father’s name on the screen, her heart raced in fear. Her heart banged soo hard against her ribs she feared it might break through the bones.

She continued staring at her phone screen as it ringed. She hesitated but eventually answered the call. “Hello, dad?”

“Where are you, Marisa?!” her father’s thick voice boomed, causing shivers to run down her spine.

“I… I went out for a moment,” she lied.

“And you didn’t take any guards with you?” Her father inquired.

“Yes…. I mean no.” Marisa stuttered.

“For heaven’s sake, Marisa! How many times have I stressed the importance of guards, especially given who we are? We are mafias, and we have a lot of enemies out there who are waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring down our empire! Don’t you understand?!!!”

“I’m sorry, dad.” She apologized in a soft voice, trying her best not to break down in tears because that was on of the things her father dreaded the most.

“Return to the empire immediately. I have a Mafia meeting to attend, and you’re accompanying me,” her father ordered in a cold tone.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Understood, dad,” Marisa complied before the call ended.

Tossing her phone onto the backseat, she sighed heavily, leaning against the headrest. With tears streaming down her face, she contemplated the consequences of her parents discovering her pregnancy.

Actually, her parents were ruthless mafias who’d never think twice before pulling a bullet in anyone’s skull. Her mother had always warned her not to fall in love with anyone nor have a boyfriend, but she disobeyed her mother by falling in love with Alejandro.

Although, Alejandro knew nothing about her mafia family, nor did her parents knew about Alejandro. Each time Alejandro asked about her family, Marisa would always change the topic.

Knowing that her parents might force her into an abortion or take even more extreme measures weighed heavily on her, intensifying her tears.

“What can I possibly do?” she muttered, overcome by distress.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. “I know what I must do. I’ll go to Alejandro’s place and I’ll tell him everything about my mafia family, then we’ll run faraway together,” she resolved, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Starting the car engine, she zoomed away from the city, heading to her boyfriend’s place, her thoughts consumed by her dilemma.

After driving for thirty minutes, her phone rang again, and she reached for it in the back seat. However, in doing so, she lost control of the steering wheel and nearly collided with an oncoming Range Rover.

“Damn it! Watch where you’re going, jerk!” she yelled at the Range Rover driver who ignored her, driving on.

It seemed like a divine warning to focus on her driving, a message Marisa failed to heed.

Reaching for her phone once again as it rang, Marisa managed to grasp it this time. With the intention of answering her boyfriend’s call, she was oblivious to the truck rapidly approaching from behind, its headlights flashing as it tried to overtake her.

Unbeknownst to Marisa, the truck’s driver believed he had caught her attention with the flashing lights, leading him to honk once and accelerate, aiming to pass her.

As fate would have it, Marisa had arrived at an intersection where she needed to make a right turn to continue on her route.

Caught up in the moment and distracted by her phone, she turned the wheel to make the right-hand maneuver, not realizing the truck was dangerously close.

In the split second before she spotted the truck, her reflexes kicked in, but it was too late. The car was already halfway into the turn, and the truck was too close to brake in time to avoid a collision.

In the blink of an eye, Marisa’s world shifted from one of life to one of chaos. She found herself sprawled beside her mangled car, which had been irreparably damaged in the impact.

Blood flowed from her wounds with a frantic urgency, draining her body of its life force. The rapid loss of blood proved too much for her weakened body, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Her last moments were a blur. Through her fading vision, she managed to glimpse the truck driver’s efforts to navigate the massive vehicle past her wrecked car in a desperate bid to escape the tragic scene.

There was no opportunity for her to utter her final prayers or bid her farewells. Just as suddenly as the accident had unfolded, darkness enveloped her, the world fading away as she succumbed to unconsciousness.