Mafia's surrogate

Elena Martinez rubbed her temples as she leaned back in her chair, the dim glow of her desk lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered office. The worn leather chair creaked beneath her, a sound that had become almost comforting in the stillness of the late hour. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall-it was nearly midnight. She had lost track of time again, buried under a mountain of case files and the never-ending stream of paperwork that came with her job as a social worker. Tonight, though, she was wrapping up early.

Her coworkers had finally convinced her to join them for a night out, something she rarely did. She glanced at the photo on her desk, a smiling young girl she had helped find a safe home for just last week. It was moments like these that made the long hours and emotional toll worth it. But tonight, she needed to let go, even if just for a few hours. With a deep sigh, she shut down her computer and gathered her things. She paused for a moment, looking around her small office. It was filled with personal touches-pictures of friends and family, colorful drawings from the children she had helped, and a few potted plants she tried her best to keep alive. It was her sanctuary, a place where she felt she could make a real difference. The sound of laughter and music hit her as soon as she stepped out of the cab. The nightclub was buzzing with energy, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of her office. She hesitated at the entrance, feeling out of place in her simple dress and sensible shoes. But her friends spotted her immediately, waving her over with excited shouts. "Elena! Over here!" Maria, her closest friend and colleague, called out, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. Elena forced a smile and made her way through the crowd, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sea of bodies and the pulsating lights. She had never been one for the nightlife, preferring a good book and a cup of tea over loud music and crowded spaces. But tonight, she was determined to let loose, if only for a little while. "Finally, you made it!" Maria exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. "We were starting to think you'd never show." "I almost didn't," Elena admitted with a laugh. "But I figured I could use a break." Maria handed her a drink, something fruity and strong-smelling. "Here, this will help you relax. And tonight, no talking about work, okay? Just have fun." Elena nodded, taking a tentative sip of the drink. The alcohol burned a little as it went down, but she could feel it loosening the tight knot of stress in her chest. She took another sip, then another, until the glass was empty. The night wore on in a blur of laughter, dancing, and more drinks. Elena found herself loosening up more than she had in years, the alcohol and the infectious energy of her friends pulling her into the moment. She laughed until her sides hurt, danced until her feet ached, and for a few precious hours, she forgot about the weight of her responsibilities. It was late when she finally stumbled out of the club, the cool night air hitting her like a splash of cold water. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, the world spinning slightly as she tried to get her bearings. She leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady herself. "Need a hand?" a deep voice asked, startling her. She looked up to see a tall, dark-haired man standing a few feet away, his intense gaze fixed on her. He was strikingly handsome, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. There was something dangerous about him, a predatory grace that made her heart race. "I'm fine," she said, though her voice sounded uncertain even to her own ears. He stepped closer, his movements smooth and confident. "You don't look fine. Can I call you a cab?" Elena hesitated. There was something about him that set off alarm bells in her head, but she was too tipsy to think clearly. "I... I guess that would be nice." He pulled out his phone and made a quick call, his eyes never leaving her. "It'll be here in a few minutes." "Thank you," she said, trying to steady herself. She felt his gaze on her, intense and unwavering, and it made her nervous. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. "Elena," she replied, feeling a strange compulsion to answer him. "I'm Alex," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nice to meet you, Elena." There was something about the way he said her name that made her shiver. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was an air of authority about him, as if he was used to getting what he wanted. The cab arrived, breaking the tension. "Thanks again," she said, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "Take care, Elena," Alex said, watching her as she got into the cab. As the cab pulled away, Elena couldn't shake the feeling that she had just crossed paths with someone dangerous. She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and trying to push the encounter from her mind. She was too tired, too drunk to think about it now. She just wanted to get home and crawl into bed. The next morning, Elena woke with a pounding headache and a vague sense of unease. The events of the previous night were a hazy blur, but she remembered the man-Alex. She groaned, covering her face with her hands. What had she been thinking, talking to a stranger like that? Shaking her head, she forced herself out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of her hangover. She had a long day ahead of her, and she needed to be at her best. As she got dressed and prepared for work, she pushed the memories of the nightclub and Alex to the back of her mind. The day passed in a whirlwind of meetings, home visits, and endless paperwork. By the time Elena returned to her apartment, she was exhausted. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day settle over her like a heavy blanket. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, her phone buzzed. She frowned, picking it up to see a message from Maria. "Had fun last night! We should do it again soon. And guess what? I think you caught someone's eye ;)" Elena rolled her eyes, typing a quick reply. "Yeah, I noticed. But I'm not looking for trouble." "Trouble or excitement? ;)" Maria shot back. Elena sighed, tossing her phone aside. She wasn't in the mood for games. She just wanted to rest and forget about the strange encounter with Alex. But as she lay there, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but wonder about him. Who was he? And why did he make her feel so unsettled? Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that night slowly faded, overshadowed by the demands of Elena's job. She threw herself into her work, finding solace in the routine and the sense of purpose it gave her. But every now and then, she would catch herself thinking about Alex, his intense blue eyes and the way he had made her feel. It wasn't until a few months later that Elena's world was turned upside down again. She had been feeling off for days-nauseous, fatigued, and strangely emotional. She chalked it up to stress at first, but when the symptoms persisted, she decided to take a pregnancy test. She stared at the two pink lines in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be pregnant. But as the reality sank in, she knew there was no denying it. She was going to have a baby. Panic set in as she thought about the father. Alex. The dangerous, enigmatic man she had met that night. She couldn't let him find out. She couldn't let her child be drawn into that world. Elena made a decision then and there. She would keep the baby, but she would disappear. She couldn't risk staying in the city, where Alex's influence was everywhere. She needed to leave, start over somewhere new. Over the next few days, she made her preparations. She quit her job, packed up her apartment, and said goodbye to her friends and family, telling them she needed a fresh start. It was a lie, but she couldn't tell them the truth. She couldn't risk Alex finding out. With a heavy heart, she left New York City behind, driving for hours until she reached a small town far enough away to feel safe. She found a modest apartment and settled in, trying to build a new life for herself and her unborn child. As the weeks passed, Elena adjusted to her new routine. She found a part-time job at a local bookstore and began attending prenatal appointments. She was determined to give her child the best life possible, even if it meant doing it alone. But despite her efforts to move on, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. It started with small things-a car that seemed to follow her, a stranger who seemed to linger too long at the bookstore. She dismissed it as paranoia at first, but the feeling only grew stronger. One evening, as she was closing up the bookstore, she felt a presence behind her. She turned, her heart pounding, to see Alex standing in the doorway, his eyes locked onto hers. "Elena," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We need to talk." Fear and anger surged through her, but she stood her ground. "How did you find me?" He stepped closer,