The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO. “You’ve gotten your answer, and now you’re suddenly quiet.” She pressed on. “Why don’t you go ahead and call me a whore?!” “I’m sorry-I-” I swiped my hand across my face, too perplexed to form a coherent sentence. Abruptly, I turned around and dashed out of the room. I needed to leave there in order to think well. My thoughts were clouded, and only one thing kept echoing in my mind-getting a DNA paternity test done. That was the only way to confirm my suspicions, and to do that, I needed to find a way to get something with Carlo’s DNA. After racking my brain, an idea came to mind, and it was to get Carlo’s toothbrush. I have heard a couple of times that toothbrushes contain a considerable amount of DNA. Changing my direction, I made my way to Carlo’s bedroom. Fortunately, he wasn’t in there, and none of the maids were there either. I successfully got hold of his toothbrush, but as I pulled the door open to exit the room, Carlo and one of the maids came into view. “There he is.” I quickly spread my lips into a smile and tried to act natural, like I didn’t just steal a brush. “I was just looking for you.” “Hi.” He beamed the second he saw me, stretching his hands for me to lift him, and I did just that. “Good boy!” I grinned as I ruffled his hair. My expression suddenly changed to a neutral one as I studied his face. Thinking about it now, we kind of have the same shape of nose, lips, eyes… I quickly shook my head, snapping myself out of the observations. My thoughts were clouded, which could explain why I was seeing similarities that were likely not there. I really didn’t know how I’d feel if I was the father. Would I be happy since I was already fond of Carlo? Or not, because it’ll be so much trouble. Too much trouble. I couldn’t be married to Sofia and be the father of Rosalinda’s son. It didn’t even make sense. None of the things happening made sense, and I was finding it difficult to wrap my head around the situation. The thoughts were driving me crazy! My next stop was to see our family doctor. When I got there, he had a number of patients waiting for him, but I didn’t care as I barged into the consultation room. My case was also an emergency. “Antonio.” He called, a deep frown appearing on his face when he saw me. “I have an emergency.” I told him as I took long strides towards him. He darted his gaze at the patient sitting across from him. “I’ll attend to you when I’m done with-” “Now!” I growled impatiently. I needed to confirm my suspicions, and I needed to do that as soon as possible. He sighed, gazing at his patient apologetically. “I’m sorry, but can you please wait for me outside? I’ll call you when I’m done. It won’t take long.” The woman nodded as she leapt to her feet and quietly trudged out of the office. It was a good thing she wasn’t stubborn and tried to protest. “So, what is it?” The doctor groaned, clearly showing his distaste. “You can’t just come here and disrupt my consultation sessions. It is wrong.” Ignoring his statement, I went straight to the point. I wasn’t there to receive lectures. “I need to get a DNA test done.” “What?” He asked, confusion saturating his features. “You heard me right. I want to get a paternity DNA test done.” I repeated, slipping my hand into my pocket and retrieving the little boy’s toothbrush. “This would do, right?” Still confused, the doctor nodded. “But why? What-” “What sample do you need me to give you?” I quickly interjected. I knew what he wanted to ask, and I wasn’t going to feed his curiosity. “My hair, or what?” “I’ll just get your oral swab.” He sighed as he pulled one of his drawers open and tugged out a swab stick. Leaping to his feet, he inched closer to me and asked me to open my mouth. “So, when can I get it? Remember, it’s urgent.” I inquired when he finished taking my oral swab. “Two days.” He sighed, walking back to his seat and settling on it. “Can’t it be faster?” I asked impatiently, squinting my eyes. Two days was a very long time, and I didn’t think I could wait for that long before my anxiety killed me. “It can’t. I’ll send the samples to the laboratory now, and the result will be delivered to you in two days. You may take your leave now. I have patients to attend to.” He informed me, dismissing me. Two days of waiting for the result felt like two years. I couldn’t think of anything else, just Carlo, Rosalinda, and the DNA test. I had to drown myself in work because the overwhelming thoughts of the possibility of me being Carlo’s father were driving me crazy as I impatiently waited for the result. What felt like an eternity of waiting ended when Marco walked into my office two days later, holding a sealed white envelope. “This is from the hospital.” He informed me as he handed me the long-awaited result. I took the envelope and placed it on the desk, leaning in my seat as I impatiently waited for him to leave before opening it. “Are you okay?” He asked, raising a concerned brow. “Yes. You can leave.” I muttered, dismissing him. He furrowed his brows together as he stared at me for a few seconds before reluctantly turning around and dashing out of my office. The second the door closed, I snapped the envelope open and impatiently unfolded the paper inside it. I anxiously read through the paper, my heart pounding so hard that I could hear it. The room suddenly closed in, and the air travelling to my lungs became insufficient as I stared at the information printed on the sheet of paper. Information I had been seeking for weeks now-the identity of Carlo’s father-not knowing I was the answer.

I was the father of Rosalinda’s son!

Carlo was my son!

The DNA test result showed a 99. 9998% probability of paternity!Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.