OLIVIA POV
I wake up feeling Raphael still holding me. I smile remembering last night. Raphael was the sweetest. I know he didn’t mean what he said and when he got home I saw how much he was sorry. And then he showed me two times how much he was sorry. I can’t complain.
He focused only on me, he didn’t even let me suck him off. He wanted to please me, make me forget about the world. And well, he did it. I even forgot my name.
I get up to go to the bathroom and I can feel his arms getting tighter around me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” - he asks me
“It’s time to get up” - I tell him
“Not today” - he says pulling me back to bed. I let out a low scream and we both giggled as he places kisses on my neck.
“Raph we have to go to work”
“No, we don’t. I’m bringing Michael home today” - he says and my heart skips a beat. How could I have forgotten about that?
I started to feel nervous and my hands started to sweat.
“Hey? You okay?” - Raphael asks as my breathing shifts.
“I... I’m not ready to be a mother, I don’t know anything yet. What if he hates me? What if he doesn’t like me to take care of him?”
“Hey, first of all, that baby is going to love you as if you were his biological mother. And Maria will be here to help”
I take a deep breath and nod my head. I turn around in bed now facing Raphael and his eyes scan my face.
I place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and he smiles at me.
“What time are we going?”
“Around ten” - he says and I look at the time on my clock that is standing on my bedside table and I see it is 7:30.
I close my eyes allowing my self to drift off into sleep again.
I think I am dreaming. But I can’t open my eyes. I can’t wake up. This is the worst.
I start walking. I don’t know where I am. I don’t recognise this street. I see Raphael at the end of the street looking at me. He is smiling at me I start walking towards him but the more I walk the further away he gets.
“Raphael?” - I call for him and he only looks at me. He doesn’t reply.
“Babe?” - I call again.
I start looking around to see if there is another way to get to him. I can’t seem to find another way and when I look back he is holding a baby.
He is smiling looking at the baby.
I smile looking at him so I place my hands on my stomach and I can’t feel my tummy. I am not pregnant. What the fuck?
“Babe?” - I call and Raphael looks at me shaking his head.
“Is that our baby?” - I ask him.
“It is mine” - he says and I realise it is Michael.
“Can I hold him?”
“No” - he says with a painful look on his face.
“Why not?”
“You killed his mother, you are a killer” - he says and I look at him shaking my head
“I didn’t do anything” - I say and that’s when I see Tammy. She is standing next to Raphael. She is looking at both of them with so much love in her eyes that I give one step back.
Was it my fault? No. I didn’t do anything. She was unbalanced. She was unstable. She was depressed.
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