I Left Pregnant with the Mafia Don's Baby novel · Chapter 1 of 12
Chapter 1: The Video
Ottaviano woke me with his mouth on my shoulder and his open hand on my belly.
He was on his side, pressed against my back, his warm breath on my neck.
"Five months," he murmured. "And he's already kicking."
"He's kicking because you woke him up."
"That's my son."
"It's a girl, Ottaviano. I can feel it here."
"Then she's my daughter, and she kicks too."
I laughed, my eyes still closed.
Outside, New York was slowly lighting up behind the window.
It was the first morning in three days that he hadn't left before dawn.
Last night Antonella had come back.
I didn't see her with my own eyes.
My brother Rinaldo told me about it while he poured the wine.
"She showed up at the club. Says she wants to talk to Ottaviano."
"What did he say to her?"
"He laughed. Said she left four years ago without a word and there's no going back."
I had wanted to believe him.
Rinaldo took my hand across the table.
"She's not part of this family anymore, Lu. You're my only sister."
I believed him.
That's why that morning I let Ottaviano's hand slide down my belly to the edge of my panties.
"Good morning, Don," I whispered.
"Good morning, teacher."
He kissed my neck and slid his fingers between my thighs.
I was hot and wet before I even woke up.
I moaned softly.
"I see you slept well."
"I was dreaming about you."
"What was I doing?"
"This."
I turned toward him.
His mouth found mine, slow, tasting of coffee and sleep.
I pulled off his shirt.
His chest was broad, with a tattoo of black roses over his heart, and I traced it with my nails until he shuddered.
Ottaviano pulled my panties down in one motion.
He settled behind me, on his side, one hand cradling my belly.
He entered slowly, all the way, and we both let out a sigh.
"Slow," I asked.
"Always slow with you."
"Not always."
He laughed against my ear.
He moved with long, deep thrusts, his hand on my hip guiding me to the rhythm.
With the other hand, he stroked my clit in small, unhurried circles.
I felt a wave rising from my knees.
"Ottaviano..."
"That's it, my love."
"Don't stop."
"I'm not planning to."
He sped up a little, just enough.
The mattress creaked.
I clung to the pillow, moaning with my mouth open, while his cock filled me again and again.
"Say it," he demanded, biting my shoulder.
"I'm yours."
"Louder."
"I'm yours, Ottaviano."
I came with a long cry, shaking, clenching around him, and he followed with a hoarse groan, emptying himself inside me.
We lay still.
His hand stayed on my belly.
Beneath it, my girl gave a quiet kick.
"We already made her mad," he said.
"She's celebrating."
He kissed my temple.
"Stay like this for a while."
"I have piano lessons at ten."
"Cancel them."
"I have eight students."
"Cancel seven."
"Which one do I keep?"
"Mine."
I was laughing until the phone rang.
It wasn't mine.
It was his, vibrating on the nightstand.
Ottaviano looked at it and his smile vanished.
"Rinaldo," he said, and answered. "Talk to me."
I heard my brother's voice on the other end, quick, tense.
Ottaviano sat up abruptly.
I saw him go pale.
"How many views?" he asked. "Who uploaded it?"
He hung up.
He looked at me in a way I'd never seen before.
"Lu, don't look at your phone."
"Why?"
"I'm going to find out what this is about. Stay here."
But I'd already picked mine up.
The screen was full of notifications.
A video, posted an hour ago, with eight million views.
I opened it.
It was a dark recording, lit by the yellow light of a kitchen.
A heavyset man, drunk, with a leather belt coiled in his hand.
A young woman on her knees, her hair covering her face, screaming.
The man hit her.
Once.
Again.
Again.
The young woman was me.
Me, at twenty-four, in the kitchen of my father's house.
The title read: "The Untouchable Princess Esposito: This Is How They Used to Treat Her."
Below it, thousands of comments.
"Poor thing."
"Disgusting."
"The mafia princess, now pregnant with the Don."
"Now everyone knows where she comes from."
My blood ran cold.
Ottaviano took the phone from me.
"Lu, look at me."
"Someone recorded that video."
"I'm going to find out who."
"We were alone. Alone. My father and me."
I got up.
I put on my dress without my shoes.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Rinaldo."
"Lu, wait. I'm coming with you."
"No. Stay."
I don't know where my voice came from.
It was calm, hollow, like someone else's.
I took the private elevator down, crossed the lobby in my stockings, and hailed a taxi on the street.
I got to the club forty minutes later.
Ottaviano's black car was already at the entrance, the engine cold.
He'd gotten there before me.
I went in through the service door, the one only the family used, and climbed the back stairs.
My face was wet and I didn't know when I'd started crying.
I stopped in front of the office door, on the carpeted hallway.
Voices came from inside.
First hers, syrupy, honeyed.
Antonella.
"Rinaldo, Ottaviano... leaking that video? Wasn't that too cruel? Luciana is pregnant."
My brother answered right away.
"That was the point. The pregnancy should soften her up. If she doesn't testify against Dad, the DA has no case."
"And she's been strutting around like she owns the place," Antonella added, "leaving me out."
"I needed her to feel alone," Rinaldo said. "So she'd ask for help."
And then I heard Ottaviano's low laugh.
The same laugh that had made me fall in love with him.
"Don't worry about Luciana," he said. "She can't do anything to us. And she's too soft to hurt our child."
Something inside me broke without a sound.
I brought my hands to my belly.
My baby girl went still.
I turned around and went down the stairs barefoot, without anyone hearing me.
On the street, under the fine rain, I opened the airline app with a trembling finger.
I bought a one-way ticket to Santiago, Chile, for that same night, with a connection to Valparaíso.
One-way only.
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