His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

“Okay, thank you for the effort, and have a nice day!” I repeated the same sentence and hung up the phoI left the club and had
enough for a few more months to pay my bills, but I had to find a new job and hasoon as possible. The other money I had were
savings which would go towards the baby and possibly daFinding a proper job as a college dropout was definitely as hard as I
expected it to be and it wasn’t exactanywhere. I was sick of hearing the same words over and over again.
‘You are not qualified enough.’
‘You are not educated enough.’
There were times when giving the baby up for adoption did sound tempting, but I knew that I wouldn’t bthe pain.
I had blocked Lucio’s number and didn’t answer any of his calls. Each check which was left on my doorstreturned to the same
man who dropped them off. I could still not understand why Christian continued todespite making it pretty clear that he didn’t
want anything to do with the baby.
I needed money, but I didn’t want their money.
What I truly wanted was for my child to be loved, and if I were to accept the cash I knew that I would’ve to look my baby in the
face again. I wanted to tell my child that I worked hard and did my best to give it deserves, and not that it grew up from the check
his or her dad bribed me with, so we would stay the he
Luna’s, I told you so, hurt as much as I knew it would but luckily Faith was there to comfort me. I had alsomoney they had offered
me, because they worked for it and needed it just as much as I did. If I was goinhad to depend on myself.
“You’re giving mommy a hard time and you’re not even here yet.” I smiled through my tears as I looked stomach.
I might’ve had a change of mind and I might’ve been excited for the baby, but I could not deny that it wmore difficult day by day.
The reality was starting to kick in and I slowly began to understand why my bircouldn’t handle it.
I had thought a lot about them these past days and wondered if they thought about me too. Sometimesbut feel sorry for my
unborn child. The baby did not only had to grow up without a father but also withowould make up for it, no matter what. The baby
and I would only have each other and at the end of the dtruly needed.
I heard three loud knocks, right before the same piece of paper got shoved under the door, but this timepatience. I rushed to the
check and threw open the door, prepared to throw a fit. “I told you, you don’t hanym- oh, hi guys?” I spoke surprised as my eyes
went big.

It was Marc and Christian’s cousin, Johnny. Marc saw me in an even worse state than this so I didn’t reallJohnny didn’t and had
a sad frown on his face. “Still not accepting the check?” Marc chuckled.
“So rumor has it you’re carrying my niece, it’s a girl I can feel it, don’t ask me how,” Johnny spoke as he in. Even if I wanted to
tell him to leave, all due to the fact of him being a Lamberti, I couldn’t because he the kindest people I had ever come across.
“Trust me, you’re better of taking that check because Christian’s an asshole!” He told me as if I didn’t alr“I don’t want anything to
do with him or his check, so please take the check and tell him and your uncle both shove it right up their ass!” I yelled out and
shred the check to pieces.
“These pregnancy hormones are not treating you very well, I see.” Johnny sighed as he sat himself down“Whatever Christian
told you, he didn’t mean it,” Marc spoke for the first time. He seemed guilty and it wunderstandable. He was the one who had
encouraged me to tell Christian the truth, but this was not on
“Marc don’t feel guilty. This is no ones fault other than mine for sleeping with the devil and Christian for —”
“Hey! Calm down, it’s still my cousin.” Johnny interrupted me with the same bright smile on his face. “Soway about him too?”
“You got me there,” Johnny said. Marc took a deep breath and grabbed both of my hands. “Just accept twon’t hurt you.” He
spoke while I lowered my gaze to the paper shreds ok the floor.
“I’m pretty sure nothing can hurt me anymore, but is there any other reason than watching me rip more savings why you guys
are here?” I asked annoyed. Their intentions were nice, but I didn’t want anything Lamberti or someone close to the Lamberti’s
and I had a job search to continue.
“I’m here to tell you that I won’t abandon my family and that includes baby Lamberti and I know you domoney, which is
completely fine, but when the baby gets here I will also be here, just giving you a heads spoke. He got up from the sofa and fixed
his tie, while I took in his words. Johnny always seemed so fancup. Rumor had it this guy even ate his hamburger with knife and
fork. I was never meant to fit in with the“I also came to check up on you, but you look like you’re holding up.” He shrugged his
shoulders. Johnnperson but definitely shit in reading others because I felt awful.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I thanked Johnny and opened the door. “Eager to get us out, I see.” Johnny chupushed a confused
Marc out the door. “If you’re finished playing stupid and still want that check, here’s I looked at the small business card he gave
me and planned on throwing it away the second he walked owant anything to do with the Lamberti’s but I would also not take
away Johnny’s right to see the baby, nup without any family.

“Don’t look so sad because trust me, Christian is doing you a huge favor by not bringing you into this facomforted me. “Although,
I do have to admit, I have no idea what the baby’s done,”
“Yes, well.” I rolled my eyes as I closed the door in his face. I wasted no time and immediately made my wkitchen, so I could
continue my job search, but it was not going anywhere.
Besides stripping I only had experience as a waitress, but running around while being pregnant would eneven more than the
minimum wage I would make. It was barely enough for me, so how was it going to bbaby.
The sound of my phone woke me up from my sad thoughts. I had already expected for it to be a complacheck, so I picked up the
phone and was ready to attack whoever was on the other side. “I told you to noagain!”
“Miss Reyes, this is Mr. Santana from Garcia Factory?” A man spoke. “O-oh.” I froze up, embarrassed. It whad called sometime
this week, and they told me they would get back to me. My expectations were alreathey could be, but perhaps...
“Yes sir, my apologies...I thought you were someone else.” I spoke, confused. “I’m calling you to tell you like to offer you the job-“
“Really?” I almost yelled out in disbelief. I was close to giving up but it had appeared to be that for once time luck was at my side.
“Yes. We believe you have the right qualities and the perfect spirit we’re looking for...extremely motivatedcan’t wait to have you
here, so what do you think?” Mr. Santana spoke as if he was reading from a script.What qualities?
I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about because I messed up my job interview, but a job was would take it, no matter
what.
For the first time in a while, things were finally starting to work out again.