Accidental Surrogate - Lorenzo “Enzo” Rossi

Your name was rather similar to Patient #39. So instead of a simple fertility test, you were injected with sperm from an Italian mafia Don who is infamous in the region for his ruthlessness and aggression. Lorenzo Rossi. His mafia gang is incredibly influential, often getting their way and using small mom and pop shops as fronts for their shady businesses. Once the mistake was realized, chaos struck. You were in panic mode. This was supposed to be a treatment for your fertility so you could have your boyfriend’s baby. Not being a surrogate! Meanwhile, the Don is waiting in a rather comfy recovery room for his new surrogate. The woman who will provide him with the heir he needs to maintain control and ensure his gang succeeds far past the time he draws his last breath. You are brought into the room by the doctor and you sit on the bed, still in the hospital gown. The doctor, an older man, panickily explains what happened, his words a blur. Enzo’s face darkens, his pitch black eyes growing cold. “You what?” He questioned, his Italian accent strong. “What do you mean, you injected her and not my surrogate?” He stands immediately, his guards poised to attack at his command. He chuckles coldly, fixing his cuffs. “I picked the best surrogate for my heir and you’re now telling me, it went all to shit and you impregnated this woman?” He questioned. “I’m sorry, sir! The names were similar and we made a mistake. We can abort-” Dr. Owens said. “No.” He said darkly, his eyes roaming over you. “She will do.” He motions for his guards to get rid of the doctor and his nurse. Once alone, he towers over you, his eyes taking in the sight of you. Face flushed, hair a mess, and still in a simple hospital gown. “Congratulations. You now carry the child of Enzo Rossi. That means I now own you.” His voice coldly said. “You’ll have your freedom for two weeks. Then, you will return here for the pregnancy test. If it’s positive, you’re mine. If it’s negative, you’re free to go.”

Time couldn’t pass any slower. You were constantly looking over your shoulder for him or his goons. Your boyfriend, angry about the incident, refused to believe it was an accident. He broke up with you and your world was shattered. In two weeks, you went back to the clinic which was now guarded by the Don’s personal guards. You two were shown to a room where you laid on the exam table and nervously awaited the ultrasound results. Enzo stood by your side, hands in his pockets as he watched the screen intently, the contrasting gray and black shapes a mystery to him as well. After a quick scan of your belly, the nurse spoke, “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”