She was finally going to do it. Not knowing what had given her the strength, that night. Mila was petrified but she knew she had to, she was curious. Who was the man who had taken her virginity? What sort of life did he lead now? This was something that she had always avoided. This was something that made her skin crawl with fear and disgust. Her tears almost stung but perhaps Della was right. She had avoided this situation for nearly a decade. Time consumed with doubts and fears. Simba purred onto her lap, it gave her some sort of profound comfort as she cuddled him. It's as if— yet again her cat knew something was/had/is wrong; indecisive of whether this was the past or present reality. Mila hated feeling this weak but the presence of Alfredo in her life had brought her to some sort of dark but profoundly happy place. She understood none of it.

Heaving a sigh. She typed out the words— Don of the Mexican mafia. She immediately threw the phone and closed her eyes consumed with fear and anxiety. Gathering all the strength she had... she raised the screen of her phone. Unfortunately there was nothing except reddit conspiracies theories.

'They exist.'

'They don't exist.'

'It's all movies, what mafia?'

'Whoever knows them never lives to tell the story...'

They all somehow led her down a never ending rabbit hole of more and more conspiracies. Deep down, Mila was glad she had not found anything but at the same time— she wondered...?

If they don't exist and it's all conspiracies. Was that night or week real or she had imagined her trauma? The memory was becoming denser and denser but it had to be real. How else would she have fallen pregnant? Had she imagined that as well? She hadn't, it couldn't be. She remembered carrying his child and the shame she felt. She remembered it growing inside of her for some time, being proof of a deceptive conception. Was she going mad? She felt as if she was.

A knock on her door disturbed her mind from running wild. Assuming it was all in her head until it became louder. Moving Simba off her lap, she wiped her tears away. Mila had not been expecting anyone at this time of the night. Regardless she needed company, this was the very reason why she could never stay at home, alone in the comfort of silence. Her thoughts ran wild.

At the sight of Alfredo and her vulnerable state before he could speak. She stepped forward and laid her lips on his. Mila felt, she needed a distraction even if it was with someone whom she did not want to entertain. She couldn't bare the thought of being alone, completely alone with her thoughts. Whatever he had came to do would come second after she got the distraction she sorely needed.

Alfredo didn't protest her urgency to take him to bed. In more ways than one, he missed her. He missed her so much. Wrapping his arms around her delicate figure and having her lips against his. He felt pure ecstasy and joy. Feelings, he never knew or understood

Before they were aware of their actions and trail of clothing leading towards their bed of roses, lies and the unknown. He was gentle, too gentle as he pushed deep inside her warmth. It was ecstasy for both of them. He kissed her sweet lips while fondling each one of her breasts that seemed to beg for his undivided attention. They switched positions as Mila rode him. She noticed something that scared her. As he laid back on the plain white sheets, his hair messy and sprawled against the sheets. Alfredo's grey orbs resembled something she had never seen before, he looked at her with love, concern and adoration not lust. She chose to ignore it for the feel of ecstasy that would make her forget everything that was bothering her in that moment. Helping her by pressing his hands onto her hips firmly allowing her to grind up and down, back and forth. He had not felt this much fullfilled in years ever since she left— by she he did not want to think of her. She had messed with his mind for way too long. They moaned against each other's touch. He encouraged her to search for both their release. Her eyes closed briefly as she moved her hips side ways then back up and down then sideways making sure he was left breathless with pleasure.

It was heaven.

She swayed slowly as she reached her climax collapsing to top of him, he followed almost immediately. Their breaths both petered out. He laid a soft kiss onto her forehead as he laid her beside him in his arms. Weary with thought and not trying to overthink the whole ordeal. She traced the tattoo on his bicep. "She must have been pretty special..." Mila said out of the blue. The tattoo were words written, 'I'll never forget you my love' in Spanish.

"She was." He said briefly pulling her closer.

"Wanna tell me about it?" She asked.

"Another day..." He sighed.

"How about I tell you something and you tell me something, fair enough?" She let her hands roam across his chest trailing down.

"Fair enough." He agreed. "Ladies first." He gave her a heart warming smile. For a moment her whole body froze. She did not like that. She knew where it was leading to and this was something that had never happened to her. She did not want to question the way he had looked at her either, he had already made love to her once. Mila was not naive, she knew men like him did not make love. She knew that from experience, experiences that did not make her proud at all.

"Alright... uhm when I was seventeen—" She laughed trying to ease ease her nerves down. "I got pregnant and my parents forced me to abort. I think about it everyday especially when I see my God son... Leondre. He is an angel." She smiled sadly.

Alfredo was hurt, he didn't know why it had affected him that much. He could only assume it was because he cared for her. "Why would they do that?" He questioned.

"I didn't exactly get the pregnant willingly well not every teen gets pregnant willingly, I just mean—"He cut her off.

"You were raped?" He came to a quick conclusion his eyes darkening and the atmosphere seemed to have suddenly changed.

"Not exactly but..." she paused, she couldn't call it rape. His touch was something she craved for after that week had expired but she had not once given her consent to everything that had been done to her that very week. She had never been touched before that, the closest she had been to a man was if they happened to share the bench at their Catholic Church. She had always kept to herself and her conservative family. Thoughts of men and engaging in sin as she once called it, had been the farthest from her mind. She was too sheltered in her conservative home, she knew nothing more than what she had been taught at home. Her village did not consist of too many people they all knew each other and shared the same values. They loathed the city life... in other words; the life Mila had chosen to live as of now. Regardless of it all; she had not spoken to her family in years. Mexico only held horrible memories for her. She needed to be as far away from that monster, as far as possible.

"We can always make another baby, I'm ready to be a father." He brought her close kissing her temple; seemingly trying to lighten up the mood. She blushed, at the thought but in reality she would never allow that to happen, at least not in this life. Mila felt she did not deserve to be a mother again, she felt she did not want to bring a child into this horrible world. Mila was afraid that child would steal her heart and make her care for someone other than herself and that meant she would have to change her lifestyle. Mila was not ready to care for anyone else, she would never be ready.

"I'm sure your girlfriend would simply love that idea..." Mila added. Jealousy lingered in her words but she did not care much. Alfredo was not someone she would entertain for long especially with the current emotions that lingered around them waiting to be connected and out in synch.

"I have no woman in my life." He dismissed. "You're well aware of that."

"I've only known you for a couple of weeks or month is it? Yes but it doesn't mean I know you. I don't know you Alfredo and frankly, I do not want to."

He tensed hearing her cold truth.

"Your turn?" She said making him stiffen, he knew he would have to tell her one way or the other. Sooner or later. This was who he was; the life he was born into. If she was going to be in his life, she had to know what transpired in his everyday life. Mila said she did not want him but her actions when they made love made more noise than anything her lips had to mutter.

"I can't think of anything." He lied.

"I just told you something that I have only told my best friend and you wanna tell me you have got nothing?Alfredo please." She whined.

"Mila, I'm part of—'He stopped midsentence.

"No actually my the leader of—" He stopped. "Fuck."

"Just tell me? I don't bite." She gave him a sweet smile and he relaxed.

"Mila, I'm the Don of the Mexican Mafia. I'm not sure how acquainted you're with Mexican culture but my father was Tiberio."

Just like that, the answer she had googled for an hour ago was here in front of her. That seemed to hit her like a ton of bricks, It was him. The father of her unborn child, her first. It was him, she stared at him with loathing. Gulping down a heavy load of fear. She backed away quickly. He could see the fear in her eyes as she did so. There was only one Mexican Mafia, there couldn't be any other. She knew the Mafia prince had taken over after Tiberio passed away so this was him.

"It's not as bad as it sounds." Alfredo tried to convince her but Mila was already off the bed scrambling with her silk gown that once laid on the floor. She needed a shower, she needed to scrub properly the filthy she felt. Her nostrils blocked with his colon. Her eyes almost teary. Of everything that she had been expecting this was none of it but she wouldn't say a word. She still wanted to live. She wanted to stay alive, she knew how dangerous the man was. She was afraid of any wrong step now that she knew what he was capable of. Her throat felt clogged. Thoughts of moving to anywhere but here flooded her mind. He would probably continue to search for her. She thought of her next move... what could she do? Continue to entertain him in hopes, he will get sick and tired of her eventually? Everything was beginning to add up. All the things he had ever said, his mannerisms, how he easily bought her building and fixed the elevator when he said he would.

"P-please leave... I forgot I have work and an early shift and—" she stuttered dumbfounded trying to process it all. Alfredo regretted it almost immediately. The fear in her voice was not something he ever wanted to hear from her. "I don't think it's wise for us to see each other anymore." She shook her head as if fighting her thoughts.

In that moment he knew he loved her enough to not want her to leave.

"Mila, I love you."

"NO!" She dismissed.

"I will leave and give you time to process everything. I love you Mila. You know this, we both know that this was where it was leading to. You deserve to know and i didn't want to hide anything from you anymore. Whatever you may have heard about my family, it's not as bad as it seems."

She could only nod her tears away as she held onto her gown fearing for her life as he got dressed leaving her petrified with unknown rage of emotion.