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The Mafia Boss's Secret Baby Mama

His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me against him. I should have pushed away. Instead, I let him kiss me like he owned me. And God help me... I kissed him back. I didn't know who he truly was then. I didn't know he was Asa, the man whispered about in fear, the Mafia boss who ruled the city from the shadows. But once I did, it only made me want him more. Now, every meeting pulls me deeper into his world, as our 2 seperate reality bleed into each other. And when I discover I'm carrying his child, I'll have to face the truth: I can never go back to who I was. But will He be the love that saves me... or the sin that finally ruins me? Rated 18+
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Chapter 5

Eliana's POV

We all dissolved into laughter and when the laughter finally faded, Sophia leaned back against the cushions, looking like she'd conquered the world.

"Honestly? Best bathroom break of my life." She said.

"You're unbelievable." I said to her, shaking my head while hiding my smile behind the coffee Juliette had handed me.

"And you're suspiciously quiet." Sophia said, eyes glinting as they flicked to me. "Don't think I didn't see you last night."

Heat climbed my neck instantly as I thought of Asa, and my grip tightened on the cup, praying my face wasn't giving me away.

"I was just dancing." I said quickly.

"Mhm-mmh. Sure." Sophia said.

Juliette shifted nervously on the couch, drawing the attention away from me for the moment. She hadn't said much since walking in, and her blush hadn't faded either.

"And what about you, Jules? You disappeared with someone too." Sophia pounced.

Juliette's lips parted, but no words came out at first. She fiddled with the sleeve of her cardigan, eyes downcast, before finally opening up.

"It... wasn't a guy." She answered in a whisper.

Juliette's cheeks flushed deeper, and she wouldn't quite meet our eyes. That alone was enough to make Sophia and I lean in closer like predators circling prey.

"Wait," Sophia said slowly, her grin spreading. "What do you mean wasn't a guy?"

Juliette bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. She glanced at me like she was searching for backup, but all I could do was raise my brows in anticipation and wait.

"Oh my God," Sophia gasped, sitting up straighter. "Was it that waitress?"

"Why are you like this?" Juliette groaned, burying her face in her hands.

"Because I saw the way she was looking at you," Sophia sing-songed, delighted. "All doe eyes and secret smiles while she was topping up our glasses."

"Fine! Yes. It was her." Juliette said with a blush, practically glowing.

"Juliette!" I choked on my coffee.

"She was cute and... really sweet." She dropped her hands with a resigned huff. like the confession had cost her something. "And bold. I didn't think she'd actually follow through but..." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, half-shy, half-dazed.

"But what? Tell us what happened." I pressed, leaning forward, eager to know what comes next.

Juliette's lips twitched, torn between embarrassment and excitement.

"She pulled me out of the bar and that was it. We left through the back and she took me to this tiny hotel down the street. She had the keys like she'd done it before. Like she had planned it or something."

"God, I live for this. What happened next?" Sophia said, making a dramatic noise as she clutched at her chest.

"We didn't... you know, go all the way." Juliette finally said after a momentary hesitation, also chewing the inside of her cheek.

"Boring." Sophia pouted.

"Shut up." Juliette shot back, and then her eyes went dreamy in spite of herself. "It wasn't boring. It was...intense. She kissed me, and it was like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she wanted me nervous on purpose."

"And then?" I asked.

"We... fooled around. She touched me, and I..." Her voice dropped, but we both heard her clearly. "I touched her too."

"Juliette, you dirty little thing!" Sophia squealed, covering her mouth like a teenager even though she was the oldest of us.

"I am not dirty," Juliette protested, while letting out a laugh.

"You let a waitress finger you in a hotel room," Sophia fired back, grinning from ear to ear. "That's textbook slut behavior, Jules."

"Oh my God." I pressed a hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh bubbling out as if I didn't have my own adventures last night.

"Why do I even tell you anything?" Juliette said, burying her face in a cushion, her muffled groan only making us laugh harder.

"Because we're your best friends," Sophia answered sweetly, "and because you love that we call you out."

"I hate you." Juliette peeked up with narrowed eyes.

"No, you don't." Sophia leaned closer, eyes glittering with mischief. "So? Did you... you know?"

"She... went down on me." Juliette whispered after hesitating, blushing.

The air in the room snapped tight. Sophia gasped so loud I was sure the neighbors probably heard her.

"No way." Sophia said.

I nearly dropped my coffee. My brain scrambled, trying to imagine shy, quiet Juliette-sweet, careful Juliette-doing something so bold.

"You're lying." I said to her.

Her smile turned sly, the faintest edge of pride sneaking through her embarrassment.

"I'm not." She said.

"Juliette, you absolute slut!" Sophia said, throwing a cushion at her.

Juliette squealed, throwing it right back, and suddenly the room erupted in laughter again, all three of us doubled over with it until my stomach ached. When we finally settled, Sophia wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"First me in the bathroom, now Juliette in a hotel room... what a night." Sophia said, amused.

"Unbelievable," I said, shaking my head, though I couldn't stop the smile stretching across my face.

"Which leaves only one question..." Sophia's eyes slid to me, with undeniable curiousity showing on her face.

"Yeah, Eliana. You disappeared too." Juliette turned, her blush fading into curiosity too.

"Nothing happened." I said, clutching my coffee tighter, trying to play it cool.

"Liar." Sophia smirked widely like a cat scenting blood.

Juliette leaned forward, eager now, her shyness gone in the face of my deflection.

"Come on, Ellie. You left the dance floor and never came back." She said.

I looked from one expectant face to the other, my heartbeat rattling in my chest. They weren't going to let this go.

"Spill. Every detail." Sophia grinned like she'd already won.

"Yes. Tell us everything."

"Fine," I finally said, "But you have to promise not to interrupt."

Both of them leaned closer, wide-eyed, hungry for whatever I was about to say.

And just like that, the spotlight was on me.

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