Naira's POV

"So let's discuss things, shall we?", KG asked placing the mug on the table and making himself comfortable on the sofa while I just looked at him cluelessly.

We continued the awkward staring game for a few seconds until I nodded at last.

"Mhm..", I said taking a sip of the coffee.

KG drew a deep breath and leaned forward on the coffee table, giving me that darn serious look.

"First thing - You're keeping that baby, no abortion or other bull shit", he instructed me in that deadly serious tone, his eyes focused upon me.

Wait....what?

"Who are you to decide it for me?", I asked him in a high protesting voice and he raised an eyebrow.

"It's my baby", he said in an obvious tone, leaning back on his seat and folding his arms. It looked like I had disappointed him because he didn't look impressed by my behaviour. But I'm not here to impress him. I'm here to keep my point, and he's no one to control my life or influence my decisions.

"And I'm the one who'll have to carry it for nine months. I'm not gonna bear that shit so please let me go", I said getting up and starting to walk away but he pulled my hand and pinned me to the wall.

I landed on the wall and he rested both his hands on the wall, trapping me from both the sides. It looked like I had awaken the lion, because the eyes that I admired had turned red with anger. His glare was so intense, a lump formed in my throat. I looked at him scared, breathing heavily.

After all he's a mafia....a guy who has a way with guns. It was absolutely normal for me to freak out.

"You're alive because you're carrying my baby. Otherwise I've a way to deal with people who deny me", he said in a threatening tone and it scared the shit out of me.

But it wasn't the time to get scared. I should atleast try to convince him. He cannot always get what he wants. So I decided to face him, talk to him politely, not to burst my anger at him ending up in a heated argument.

"I'm-I'm not ready for this", I told him, my voice quivering but I continued to look into his eyes.

Because its said that -

Its when you lose the eye-contact, you lose the argument.

It had no affect on him. He still looked serious, not interested and competitive.

Oh yeah....he obviously doesn't give a fuck about what I feel.

"KG....please try to understand. I've a whole life ahead of me. I need to make a living for myself. A baby will be too much to handle. And.....I'm not physically or mentally prepared for it", I tried to explain him politely, aware enough not to lose the "eye-contact". I spoke everything truly, I just let my opinions out like the buttons of a shirt, about to burst open.

Silly comparison, I know🤷.

His expressions softened and his hold on me loosened. He sighed and turned back, walking forward to the other side.

He stopped four feets away from me, rested his hand on the wall and lowered his head.

"I know that. I very well know that", he said, his back facing me.

"Then why are you forcing me?", I asked him and he turned back to face me.

"Oh yeah...I'm forcing you. Scratch that, I'm pleading you. I need to have this baby", he said in a soft yet stern tone and I looked at him bewildered.

Why the hell is this man so much on baby fever?

There was silence between us for sometime. We both were just staring at each other cluelessly.......or I was the one who was staring cluelessly, he was looking at me with desperation.

All of a sudden, several thoughts flooded my mind. I started doubting my decisions. Was I right to think that abortion is the permanent solution? I was in a big dilemma. I started doubting myself. Maybe this is a sign of the universe, plotting my meet with KG, I guess its hinting me to change my decision. After all, its not late yet. I myself was feeling guilty about this whole thing.

Maybe Sasha was right, Maybe KG is right.

But bro....its hell of a task to carry a Mafia Baby.

What if it shoots me from inside?!

"I've a proposal for you", KG spoke, taking me out of my strand of never ending thoughts.

I looked at him blankly.

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We were still in the living room. KG was staring at me. I was staring at him. Awkward silence still prevailed.

"I offer to pay you $75,000 dollars if you agree to carry my kid", he spoke and my eyes got wide. Thankfully I wasn't drinking water or something, otherwise I would've choked badly.

What does he think about me?

A gold digger, a desperate, helpless, irresponsible woman  who'll agree to do this just because of his money!

I'm sorry but he forgot to recognize me and I'm not at all after his money!

"What do you think about me? A helpless, classless, gold digger who's with you just because you're rich. Do you think this is why I accompanied you till here and am being so casual with you? Its not like that KG. I don't give a fuck about your money", I raised my voice because here the question was about my self-respect. He was trying to buy me with his money and power. I'm not gonna let him exploit me so easily.

He sighed and leaned forward.

"So are you ready to carry my baby without any reward or payment?", he asked me.

I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Yes", I replied.

It could be said that he was amazed and taken aback by my sudden statement, but I could see a sense of relief and joy in his eyes.

"For nine months?", he asked me.

"Yes", I replied.

"You'll hand it over to me after its born?", he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, and I'll be happy to walk away and be no more concerned with the baby. I would expect the same from you and would no longer tolerate any interruption into my life", I stated and it could be said that he was impressed as there was a little smirk on his face.

He leaned back and made himself comfortable on the couch. He chuckled a little.

"I'm impressed", he spoke and I shrugged my shoulders.

"How come this change of heart take place?", he asked me.

"I've no idea", I said.

"Can I trust you with the baby?", he asked me doubtfully.

"You can shoot me in the head if anything happens to it", I replied and just then regretted what I spoke.

Shouldn't have said that Naira!

Since when did you become so witty and sharp-minded?!

Stop being over dramatic and digging your own trouble holes....

He chuckled and rubbed his forehead, staring down at the floor.

"His husky chuckle sounded so sexy....", the horny me spoke again but I asked her to shut the fuck up.

He sighed and rubbed his thighs.

"Ok then...I'm glad I didn't have to waste my energy in convincing you", he spoke and I looked at him blankly.

"You're gonna live with me", he declared but I totally protested that idea.

"I would like to make a small proposal for you since I agreed to all the points of your proposal", I stated and KG looked at me surprised. I hadn't sounded this bold my entire life. I was myself perplexed about the origin of these words coming from my mouth.

KG stared at me for a few seconds but then nodded.

"Okay", he said and I sighed.

"I would love to live a normal life throughout this pregnancy without any favour, sympathy or pomp and show. I would love to live in my apartment with my bestie", I declared and he looked at me suspiciously.

"Believe me....you can trust me with this baby", I assured him and he sighed. He looked at me for a few seconds, like he was scanning me or something - scanning my profile, bio data and other things. I looked at him cluelessly.

"Okay....but", he spoke but with a condition attached in the end of his statement.

"But.....what?", I asked him curiously.

"I'm gonna visit you everyday. Two of my men will always accompany you, like they won't be physically present around you but they will always keep an eye on you. So don't think you aren't being watched, you are being watched at every step you take. I'm doing this because I want to keep you safe. Now that you're pregnant with my baby, you're a target for other mafia gangs. They won't leave a chance to attack you. So you have to be alert", he explained me and yeah....I was scared. My life was gonna change completely. There will be bodyguards and mafia people around me. I will never get to live freely.....but I need to accept this if I want to get rid of KG completely.

"Are you ready for this?", he asked me and I took a deep breath.

"Yes", I replied and he smiled.

"Okay then, I'll drop you at your apartment tomorrow morning. Goodnight for now", he wished me getting up and starting to walk away that I stopped him.

"I have a question", I spoke standing up from my seat.

He stopped in his tracks and turned back to me.

"Yes?", he asked me.

"How did you know that I am pregnant? You been keeping tabs on me?", I asked him, curious to know his reply. He smiled and scratched his head.

"I just knew", he said sliding his hands into his trouser pockets. I looked at him suspiciously.

"To be more precise - when I realised I didn't wear protection that night", he said shrugging his shoulders and I chuckled a little bit as a little blush appeared on my cheek.

"Good night", he said and walked towards his bedroom.

"Good night", I wished him back and paved my way towards the guest room.

It has been a long, tiring day!

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The Next Morning

KG's car stopped in front of my apartment. It was a strange and surprising thing to see a luxury car in my locality and thus the people were staring and gawking at the car. It's gonna be really awkward to come out of this car. People are gonna think I trapped a Richie Rich guy....why is this society so judgemental? Why does it always assume single and independent women like us as whores?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by KG who was sitting on the driving seat.

"See you soon. This isn't the end", he spoke and I nodded.

My yesterday's clothes had dried so I was wearing them. I took a deep breath and came out of the Range Rover, slamming the door behind. I turned to look back at KG, but he had already pulled up the black glass window.

I sighed and looked up my apartment. The people were passing me strange and judgemental stares, so I lowered my head and started climbing up the stairs.

As I reached the first floor, I looked down from the boundary railing. KG's car still stood there, its engine on. I sighed in disbelief and climbed up the second floor. I again looked down, the car was still there.

I nodded my head side to side in disbelief and climbed to the third floor, my floor. I looked down. His car still stood there. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm alive!", I yelled and finally he drove away.

I can't believe when did I become so precious that a Mafia is protecting me....

I paved my way towards my flat and knocked on my door. No body answered so I was about to press the doorbell that Sasha opened the door.

"Naira!", she exclaimed excited and I hugged her tightly.

I missed her so much....

"Awee", she reciprocated the hug and rubbed my back. I released the hug and walked inside, Sasha closed the door behind.

"So....To what adventures have you been?", she asked me, sitting beside me as I slumped on my bean bag.

I chuckled out as I remember yesterday's events and turned towards her. She was looking at me curiously.

I drew a deep breath.

"Looks like the baby daddy is a Mafia Lord", I declared and her mouth formed a big 'O'.

"WTF! You're kidding right?", she asked me.

"Nope. I've spent the night with him. I've seen him closely. He's a Mafia Lord", I said and Sasha grinned.

"Mafia Baby.......life is no more boring!", she squealed in excitement and I looked at her unbelievably.

"Okay jokes apart....does he know that the baby is his?", she asked me and I sighed.

"Much before I knew", I said and Sasha was stunned.

"Whoa...he's been spying on you? Like watching your every move?", she asked me.

"Yep. And......I'm keeping the baby", I informed her and she hugged me tightly.

"I'm with you bro", she said releasing the hug and I smiled.

Sasha looked at my belly.

"We better be careful....Mafia blood is in the house", Sasha teased me and I again hit her with the pillow.

"Okay jokes apart....tell me more about this", she sounded excited.

"It's a long long story. Let's snuggle up in the bed and I'll tell you everything", I said and she stood up.

"Okay...then what are we waiting for?", she said holding my hand and dragging me towards the bedroom.

"Aha...easy easy", I slowed my pace and she turned back at me.

"What's wrong?", she asked me.

"Imma moving bomb. I'm being watched by people....his people", I said and she nodded her head.

"Oh....", she said.

"Yep", I replied.

"I don't care about them. I'm your bestie, you're telling me everything", she said and started dragging me inside the bedroom.

I laughed at her actions.

I'm stuck with a Mafia baby now......

And a hot, irresistible baby daddy!

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