The Honor to Serve the Mafia Princess

GIANNA RAINE

My doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. I stared at the test results she gave me.

I also calculated the possible date of conception, and I remembered that after my fight with my brother, the two of us drank alcohol together.

"Does drinking alcohol affect my pregnancy? I was not aware at that time that I was pregnant, so I took some," I asked, frowning, unsure if I should be worried.

I don't really know how to feel. I may look like I accepted this pregnancy easily, but I'm still shocked. I never dreamed of becoming a mother because I don't think I have the ability to be one. I don't want to get married because I'm not wife material.

That's why all of this feels overwhelming.

"The baby is healthy, so I don't think it caused any harm. Just don't do it again," the doctor said.

She sat in front of me. I felt agitated. I didn't know if I am ready for this responsibility, but I'm also not someone who runs away.

People may call me heartless, but I would never take away a baby's life, even if I didn't plan any of this.

"Does your family know?"

Dr. Milligan has been our doctor for years. My mom and I used to come to her every month for checkups. She has known me since I was young.

"Don't tell anyone." I looked at her coldly. She understood exactly what I meant. She wasn't scared either, she's already used to my personality.

"I won't. I have a non-disclosure agreement with you, Gianna." Dr. Milligan sighed. "But why don't you want to tell them? And who's the father?"

I simply looked at her and didn't answer. I'm not obligated to explain anything.

She understood again and didn't push any further. She gave me a few reminders and prescribed vitamins. After that, I left her clinic.

Sunlight and cool air greeted me outside. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, I stared at the bright sky.

I still can't believe I'm pregnant.

I touched my stomach. I couldn't feel anything; not physically, not emotionally. I still felt numb, as if I am only accepting the baby because it's already here, not because I feel anything about it.

I wonder... will my perspective change when I hear the baby's first cry? When I finally see it?

I don't know what to expect. I can't compare myself to my mother, she loved us even before we were born. My father never witnessed our first cry; he wasn't even there when we came into the world.

Even before my twin brother and I were born, our lives were already complicated. Maybe that's why we turned out this way. The only difference now is that Gio is slowly learning how to feel emotions because of his wife.

As for me... I'm a lost cause.

I got into my car. I'm not the type of person who keeps a bodyguard. Most people don't even know me. Some might think I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm rarely targeted by enemies because, aside from being able to fight back, they don't know I'm Gianna Raine Locatelli.

Unlike my brother, who is a mafia boss and the head of the family, I'm not essential to the organization. If I disappeared, nothing major would happen. So, I don't really need a bodyguard.

Before I left the place, my phone rang. I looked at it and saw my cousin's name.

"Veronica," I greeted.

"My goodness! The weather is so hot, but your voice is freezing. Are you alive or not? Aren't you happy I called?"

I moved the phone away from my ear because her voice was painfully loud.

"What do you want?"

She groaned, knowing that no amount of drama would get anything from me. "Let's meet. Claire is here. The witch rarely shows up. Let's get together. Also, before I leave New York."

Even though I'm not very approachable, there are people I get along with. Veronica Locatelli and Claire Hudson are my second cousins, and despite our different personalities, we manage to get along. I can tolerate Veronica's loud voice and Claire's superiority complex, and in return, they can tolerate my cold personality.

Veronica texted me the meeting place, and I went there quickly.

We rarely meet. Claire lives in Italy and barely comes to the US. Veronica lives on an island, and I'm busy traveling to different countries.

"Gia!" Veronica jumped at me and hugged me. I automatically rolled my eyes because I'm not fond of affection.

Veronica laughed when she saw my reaction.

"You're so dramatic! Not even a little sweet?"

We sat down, and Claire was beside me. She just stared at me, studying my face.

"You seem different," Claire said after examining me.

"What?"

She squinted at me, then smiled. "You're glowing."

She held my wrist and lifted my arm.

"Look at your skin!"

Claire let go and blinked, as if she had something on her mind but pushed it aside.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're pregnant." Claire laughed. Veronica looked at her and laughed too. They shook their heads.

"That's impossible. Gianna? She scares away almost every man. How many marriage proposals has she rejected?"

I didn't say anything.

I ordered fresh fruit juice while my cousins ordered wine. I just told them I didn't feel like drinking wine today.

Claire kept giving me meaningful looks, and even though she might already have an idea of what's going on, I won't confirm anything. She can think whatever she wants.

I went home after spending time with my cousins. I'm not a very sociable person, so whenever I can, I prefer staying alone in my room.

I don't have anything to do. I don't have any missions at the moment, and I can manage our company even without being physically present. I just don't like socializing. Honestly, even when we were kids, people could talk to Gio more easily than to me. The only difference was that whenever he saw me hiding in a corner, he would choose to go to me instead of spending time with our cousins.

So why did he leave me now?

I sound like someone with a brother complex, but I'm not. I just expected that Gio and I were the only ones who truly understood each other. Now that he's far away, it feels like no one else will understand me anymore.

I shook my head. I shouldn't dwell on the past. I can't always expect my twin to be there every time I need him. We're walking different paths now.