Mafia king secret baby

I remember the first time I laid eyes on him.He was tall, with sharp features and dark, mysterious eyes.His hair was black and cut short.He exuded authority and power.I remember thinking, "Wow he's gorgeous."Little did I know at the time that he would become the father of my child.It was a one night stand.I never expected to see him again.I met him at a bar, and we had a few drinks.Drunk off his persuasive words, I went back to his place, and we had sex.The next morning I snuck out of his place without saying goodbye.I never got his name, and he never asked for mine.

Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't know who he was.

I'm sitting in my small apartment, holding my newborn baby in my arms.

The room is dark, with only a little light coming from the lamp on the table.

It's been a few weeks since I gave birth.

My heart still races thinking about that night.

Sarah, my best friend, sits across from me on the couch.

"Sarah, I'm so scared. What am I going to do?"

I say, looking at her.

She gets up and sits next to me on the chair.

"Emily, you have to stay hidden. He can't know where you are."

"But how long can I keep this a secret? The press will find out eventually," I say, shaking my head.

"I'm not sure I want him to know. His world is dangerous. I don't want my baby near it."

"But you still have feelings for him don't you?"

Sarah says, looking at me.

"Yes, but that's beside the point. How can I bring a child into his world? Marco is mafia," I say, glancing at my baby.

Tips:Click on any paragraph to change plot direction."Maybe we should leave town," she says softly.

"I'll come with you."

"Emily, you can't keep running forever," Sarah insists, her voice firm yet gentle.

"But what if he finds us? What if he takes my baby away?" I whisper, fear creeping into my words.

"Then we fight back, Emily. You're not alone in this," Sarah replies, determination shining in her eyes.

I nod, and she gets up.

We both know we have to leave.

I stuff my clothes into a suitcase, my hands shaking as I zip it up.

The baby sleeps in a carrier on the floor next to me.

Sarah paces the room, glancing every so often at the window.

"We need to hurry," she says, her voice tight with tension.

I nod, standing up.

My heart pounds in my chest as I look around the apartment to make sure I didn't forget anything.

Sarah picks up the baby, cradling him gently in her arms.

She looks at me, and we both nod in unison.

I take a deep breath, gripping the suitcase handle tightly in my hand.

Stepping out into the night air, I feel a chill run down my spine.

The sky is dark, with only a few stars shining through the clouds.

Every shadow feels like a threat as we walk to the car.

"Emily, are you sure about this?" Sarah asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I have to be," I reply, glancing back at the apartment one last time.

"We'll figure it out together," she reassures me, determination lacing her words.

We drive through the night, the headlights of the car cutting through the darkness.

Sarah glances every so often at the baby in the backseat.

Her heart pounds in her chest with fear and determination.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, my eyes scanning the road for any sign of danger.

We speak in hushed tones, trying not to wake up the baby.

"Sarah, I'm scared. What if he finds us?"

"He won't," she replies firmly.

"But what if he does? He'll take my baby."

"He won't take your baby, Emily. We'll keep him safe."

I nod, trying to convince myself that she's right.

The GPS announces that we're approaching our destination.

A small town a few hours away from where we live.

We picked it randomly, hoping it would be far enough that Marco couldn't reach us.

My heart beats faster as we enter the town.

It's small and quiet, with only a few buildings lining the main street.

I breathe a sigh of relief as we pull up to a motel on the outskirts of town.

It's not fancy, but it will do for now.

Sarah looks at me as we get out of the car.

"We did it," she says softly, looking around nervously.

I nod, looking around at the motel.

It's old, with peeling paint and a broken sign.

The parking lot is empty except for a few cars.

We step inside the room, locking the door behind us.

Sarah looks around, her eyes wide with fear.

I check the windows, making sure they're locked.

She paces back and forth in front of me, glancing every so often at the baby sleeping in his carrier on the floor.

Her heart pounds in her chest with each step she takes.

I sit on the bed, watching her pace back and forth.

The air is thick with tension as we wait for each other to speak.

"Emily, we have to talk about what we're going to do," she says finally, stopping in front of me.

"We can't stay here forever. We need a plan."

"I know," I reply softly, looking down at my hands shaking in my lap.

"We could change our identities," she suggests, looking at me intently.

"Do you think that would work?"

"I'm not sure. But it's worth a try."

She nods, looking down at the baby sleeping on the floor.

"Okay. Let's do it," she replies firmly.

She clutches at her chest, feeling a mix of fear and hope.

She glances over at me, watching as I pace back and forth in front of her.

"We need to hurry," I say, my voice tight with tension.

She nods, her heart pounding in her chest.

The baby stirs, whimpering softly as he moves in his sleep.

She bends down, gently stroking his head to soothe him back to sleep.

"Let's get our things," she says softly, standing up and looking around the room.

I nod, looking around at the few belongings we have with us.

We didn't have time to pack much when we left.

I stuff my clothes into a suitcase, shaking as I zip it up.

Sarah picks up the baby, cradling him gently in her arms.

She looks at me, and we both nod in unison.

Stepping out into the night air is like a slap to the face.

The sky is dark, with only a few stars shining through the clouds.

Every shadow feels like a threat as we walk to the car.

I look around nervously, checking for any sign of danger.

Sarah glances back at me as we reach the car, her eyes wide with fear.

"Emily, we can't keep running forever," Sarah says, her voice trembling slightly.

"I know, but what choice do we have?" I reply, my eyes darting around the parking lot.

"We need to find someone who can help us disappear for good," she suggests, determination hardening her gaze.