Chapter 47
Erica's POV
"Kidnapped? What do you mean, they have been kidnapped? Who kidnapped my son?" I questioned frantically.
"Erica you need to calm down, I'm sure he is fine, the person that has him wouldn't dare lay a finger on him, my men are already doing all they can to retrieve him" I said as I tried to calm her down, with the hope that, Marcel will not be able to hurt the little boy.
Marcel is a Mafia Don who has been wanting me to get involved in their shady businesses, apparently my dad had an understanding with them, and after he died, they felt I should return the same favor as did my father. But I turned them down and ever since, they have been looking for ways to make me bend to their rules.
He is very violent and considered very dangerous.
But how he knew that Erica had a son before I did, bothered me. This only means one thing, he is got a tag on me.
They were so many questions going through my mind, I can't believe Erica actually has a son, she sure doesn't look like she has had a baby, except of cause, her having more curves and all.
There was no mention of him in any of her credentials. Who is the father of the child? are they still together? Were they married? these and many more questions flood through my head.
Just then, my phone rang again, I stood up from where I was seated go over to where the phone is and pick the call.
"Hello,*paused a little* its okay, you can bring them to the house" I said to the caller and hang the call.
"my men have him and they are bringing him home" I said as I watch her breath a sign of relieve. I stared at her for some time as I contemplated on whether its the right time to ask her questions or hold on.
"Do you care for a drink" I asked, as I walked to get myself a drink from the bar
"Just water would do" she said, a lot of tension and fear still evidence in her voice.
The sound of the cars pulling up outside the compound made us head for the door. The car door opened as my eyes fell on an exact replica of mini me jumping out of the car and running towards Erica. they hugged tightly as Erica places kisses all over the little boy's face.
"Boss?" one of my men called out to get my attention.
"Yes?" I answered unable to break my eyes from mother and son, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"What do we do with the girl?" he asked.
I turned to give him my full attention this time,while wondering, which girl he is talking about
"What girl?" I asked, completely oblivious to what he is saying
"His baby sitter" he said, as I suddenly remembered the baby sitter.
"Where is she?" I asked turning my eyes back to Erica, the young man looked like a replica of me when I was much younger, we could totally pass as identical twins.
"She is in the car sleeping, she was sedated" the guard said bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Bring her in, I will have the doctor check if she is alright by morning" I said.
"Yes boss" he said
"Thanks so much guys" I said to the them.
After some time, I ushered Erica and her son back into the house. I took them to one of the rooms upstairs so the young man can have some rest.
"Who are you?" the young man asked as soon as we got inside his room for the night. His detective eyes scanning me up and down.
"I'm Damian, a friend to your mum" I said with a smile.
"I knew you had a boyfriend mum, that was why you came late to pick me up from school today" the young man said directing his attention to his mother.
I watched as Erica turned all red from feeling embarrassed in front of her son which made me chuckle a bit.
I stayed by the door watching her put him to bed. my head was starting to hurt with the streams of thoughts going through it. Is what I'm thinking even possible? I found myself wondering.
The child age falls within the same time I was with her.
"I will be downstairs, just in case you guys need anything" I said leaving mother and child to have their private moment.
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I sank into the chair as soon as I got to the sitting room, while sipping from my glass of wine, silently going insane with a million questions going through my mind.
One of the door upstairs I assume to be the one the little boy is in, silently closes. Moments later, Erica climbed to meet me downstairs, with her general demeanor, uncertain.
"Who is the father of the boy?" I asked unable to take my eyes off her. I was angry and at the same time trying to keep my voice down.
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Erica's POV
in as much as I hate to lie to him, I will have to, because I have no other option. I don't want the wedding to be called off because of me.
I can tell him about his son after he is married.
I don't even deserve him, how could I have been so selfish to think that everything was okay with him just because he is rich and influential.
Trials and tribulations has no gender or financial status, we all get served at one point or the other, irrespective of who we are.
"He is my child, and I don't want to talk about who the father is" I said keeping my eyes on the floor.
I know he should know that Alex is his son, he needs no scientific experiment to see that.
Unless of course, he is just going to try and act dumb, but the Damian Anderson I know, is far from been dumb.
"how long were you going to keep it a secret?" He asked, his voice laced with a bit of anger.
"Keep what a secret?" I asked, forming ignorant of what he is talking about.
"You don't see anything wrong in keeping a child out of his father reach for close to eight years, Erica" he said as I felt his eyes piercing my body.
you might think I'm crazy, but the way he says my name when he is angry kind of turns me on, but I'm sure sex is the last thing on both our minds at the moment.
"You are not his father" I said
"Then who is?" He questioned
"I'm going to join my son, goodnight" I said trying to leave his presence, I hate the fact that I have to lie to him if he pushes the issue any further.
"You are not going anywhere till you tell me why have the little boy looks so much like me" he said while Holding my hand a little tighter than normal, enough to let cry out in pain.
"What do you want me to say, you are the one getting married soon, and you thought it was wise to make me a maid to your bride to be, so what exactly was I suppose to do? Run to you, and tell you I was unknowingly pregnant the night you left me and never came back? So you can call off the wedding and we will have a happily ever after" I shouted at him.
"No matter what, I still had the right to know that I have son, and you stole that right from me" He said, his voice raising up to meet mine.
"maybe I didn't want you to know about him because I was trying to protect him from you and your family, after what that bitch did to me" I said with a little bit of yelling.
I'm terrible at confronting and resolving issues, it stresses me out. before he could say something else, I quickly interrupted him.
"You know what, I'm done having this discussion, let me go stay with my son before someone else his father knows kidnap him" I said in rage, before storming out of the sitting room, I could feel his eyes on me as I walked out.
