One
Erin
Three Months Later
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This cannot be happening,”
I mutter to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. Maybe if I close my eyes and open them again, this will all be a dream.
Fuck no! This is a nightmare.
“Fuck!”
I say louder still seeing the pregnancy test with not one but two very fucking bright pink lines. My roommate, Brian, walks in the bathroom, and he looks down at the sink.
“No denying it. You’re pregnant with a mobster’s baby.”
“Could you shut up for fuck’s sakes?”
“Don’t act pissed at me. You’re the one who walked in here looking like you got fucked, plus you walked around for another two days like his cock was still inside you.”
“Well, he was packing and knew what to do with it, so my pussy wasn’t use to that.”
I tell him with a smirk, Brian and I didn’t exactly have a good relationship. He was prissy because I didn’t come back for seconds after we fucked last year. Trust me, he has no idea how to please a woman.
“Whatever, have fun telling mobster daddy he knocked you up,”
he says with hatred before slamming the door behind him.
That is a conversation I really do not want to have. So much for giving him a fake name and number to make sure our paths never crossed again.
Would I love to do nothing more than jump on his cock again? Fuck yes. If he rocked my world with a quickie in his car, he would fucking destroy me if I gave him time. But I also knew better a man like that would never want something more than a quick fuck with a girl like me. My name holds no value. Hell, I bet his boxers are worth more than the money I have in my account.
Before I go put myself back in his life, I will go down to the clinic and make sure I’m actually pregnant. No use in unnecessary drama if I can avoid it. Maybe it’s one of those false positive tests. But two tests being false positive… I can only hope.
Two week later, I’m walking out of the clinic after confirming I am indeed pregnant, fourteen weeks pregnant. I know a week ago I said I didn’t want this baby, but after hearing the heartbeat… well I’m keeping him. No matter what Oscar wants.
My sweet baby was not shy about showing his goods off. The tech and I both laughed about him flashing us.
I know what I have to do next, but part of me wants to go home and bury myself under my blankets, pretending that this isn’t happening. I also know no good will come from hiding. No matter what I want.
“Fuck, being an adult sucks,”
I mumble to myself. Already bad enough Brian was kicking me out because he wasn’t going to live with a screaming baby. I understand why, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sucks any less.
I head over to Oscar’s office, hoping since it’s eleven o’clock on a Tuesday morning and he will be there. He should be right?
I spent the last week looking up information about Oscar. I found out he is the second oldest of seven children. His oldest brother is married to Bia, who is his second wife, and they are expecting their first child. Oscar is exceedingly popular with the ladies and it seems he always used to have a different woman on his arm every night. Either because I am a glutton for punishment or I’m a nosy fuck, I was curious about when the last time he had a woman on his arm was. There was no new picture for three months.
Why?
I’m probably just reading too much into it.
I walk into the office, looking around at everyone in suits and dress clothes, and cringe at my worn jeans and shirt. I probably should have changed. A couple of people stared and whispered to their co-workers, but I’m not here to make an impression on them. I walk up to the receptionist, and she is already giving me a questionable look as she eyes me up and down.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. I would like to speak to Oscar O’Sullivan. Is he in today?”
“Even if he was, he doesn’t hand out money. The homeless shelter is on the other side of town. If you leave now you might be able to get there before dark.”
I go to open my mouth but I can’t afford to have Oscar hear about me bad mouthing his employees when I already lied to him about my name.
“Thanks, can you leave him a message?”
“Sure, but I doubt he will call you back.”
“Can you tell him Destiny was looking for him?”
She nods, and I give her my number. I turn my back on her to leave, but in the reflection of the mirror, I watch as she balls up the paper and throws it in the trash. She looks up at me and smirks. I guess I will have to try again, I really don’t want to show up at the O’Sullivan’s mansion. Rumors are they are the mafia, but who even knows if it’s true.
Is the mafia still around?
Who knows, but I’m not exactly gunning to go find out.
Haha! Gunning.
Good thing I’m not a comedian.
“I said why were you following my sister?”
I hear a deadly voice coming from around the corner.
“Look, this is a misunderstanding,”
I hear someone say and that’s followed by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. My nosy ass should ignore it and keep walking, but no. What do I do? I go and look. Two men are standing against the wall, and the one with his back to me has a gun to the other man’s head.
“Please, I’m just a buddy of her boyfriend.”
“My sister has no boyfriend, you stupid fuck.”
“She does, I pro-.”
“You calling me a liar?”
Why does that voice sound so familiar?
“No, never. Andrew just told me about his beautiful girlfriend, and I wanted to meet her.”
“Why would you want to meet your buddy’s girlfriend without him there?”
“Cause I…”
“Déanann tú iarracht iad a fuck? Tá tú píosa pathetic amháin de cac.”
(You try to fuck them? You are one pathetic piece of shit.) Then I jump out of my skin when I watch the man’s head bounces off the wall and his brain and blood explode all over.
“Fuck, and I actually liked this suit,”
the murderer grumbles, I see him reach into his pocket and pull out a cloth to clean his face off with.
“Come on, I’ve wasted enough time dealing with this. I really need to get back. We need to finish clearing that lot so we can start building next week.”
I duck down behind the dumpster and I watch as they climb into the SUV that was parked near them and I am barely able to hold in the gasp when I see the reflection in the window. I just saw kill a man is no other than my baby daddy.
Fuck. Oh fuck.
This is not good.
Terrible.
Disastrous.
I guess all those mafia rumors were true. I need to get out of here, but I have to wait. If they find out I saw what I saw, I’m fucked. I won’t have to worry about telling Oscar about the baby. They will kill me and probably leave me here with the man bleeding out on the ground.
I place my hand over my stomach I always wished when I had a baby it would be with a man who loved me and would always be at my side .A man who loved me like my father loved my mother, but I guess life has other plans for me.
“I promise I will do everything I can to keep you safe, even from your own father,”
I whisper to my baby boy.