All Chapters of His Baby My Burden: The Mafia Rider's Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Egines roared through the empty street like a pack of wolves chasing blood. The night air burned in my lungs as my bike cut through the wind while the road blured beneath me in a streak of darkness. As I crossed the finish line. My crew, the Diavlo Scuri, cheered behind me with their headlights flashing like camera bulbs. We'd just smoked one of the rival clubs in a street race. The bets were high so I had to make sure that I take home that money.Fuck, I used all my money for that engagement ring for Giuli only for her to cheat on me. Fucking whore.I pulled my helmet off and ran a hand through my sweat-soaked hair. Enzo threw an arm around my shoulder while laughing hard. “You fucking killed it out there.”“Couldn’t let them walk away with our cash,” I muttered, trying to smile.The others gave me a fist-bumped and slapped my back and the others revved their engines in celebration. For a moment, I let myself feel that small, burning satisfaction. It was better than silence. Better t

The sound of frying eggs and little cute laughs are what makes my morning so productive.“Sofia, don't exhaust yourself.” I warned smilingly after hearing her giggle while playing.Sofia has always been so full of life despite her heart condition. Always trying to live her life like the other childrenI turned the stove on low heat and let the eggs cook gently. I looked over my shoulder and saw Sofia sitting on the floor in her pajama set. She's playing with our mutt, bruno.Sofia giggled louder as the dog barked happily who’s now trying to climb over her little legs. She raised her hands in defense and bruno stck her tongue out to lick her.I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright.” I wiped my hands quickly and walked over. “Come here, sweetie.” I said and carried her up to my arms.Sofia laughed as I carry her up. “He can’t reach me now." she teased at bruno. The dog barked as if offended.I kissed the side of her head and brought her with me back to the stove. “Alright, sweetie

It's already past midnight and I'm still awake. Sofia's already on her bed. I had to make her sleep first before I have time for myself.I gulped down a glass of water. Heart still heavy with what happened between me and Matteo. We could never really talk without ending it with me screaming at him.While I was drinking another glass of water, the doorbell rang. Who woulf visit me at this hour?My brows furrowed as I put the glass down and went toward the door. The moment I opened the door, my breath was caught in my throat. Shocked for their unannounced visit. How did they even know I was here me?“Mom…Dad?”My voice cracked.For a second, I didn’t know what to do. I had prepared myself for anger. Accusations. Cold stares. But when my mother opened her arms, I broke dowm. I found myself hugging her tightly.“Shh, baby.” Her hand caressing the back of my head. “We’re here. We're here now.”My Dad’s large hand hugged me and my mom. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the feeling of bein

I didn’t speak to Matteo when I left. I didn't even want to glance back at him but Sofia probably did. It's only been a day since she met Matteo and she already has a soft spot for his father.I should’ve expected that woman to pull something like that, and yet it still pissed me off. It irritated me how flirty that woman is. Didn't she saw how Matteo and I were having a talk? The way he didn’t shove her away fast enough to blow my mind. He probably like being treated that way.He really never changed at all. That was the truth.I spent the entire day at the motorbike shop with my mood rotting like week-old fruit. Every bike parts I tightened, every wrench I turned, I imagined Matteo’s face. I should be happy that the sun was hot as fuck and it meant I have more customers since it's not dripping outside. But everything just seemed to be irritating for me.Customers came and went. I tried to force out a smile but that smile never reached my eyes. My usual customers' probably noticed my

I wasn’t going to play along. Not yet. I didn’t care how soft the sheets on my bed now felt like beneath me. Or how the food on the tray still smelled freshly cooked as if made just moments ago. He could paint this like some weird twisted version of love but there’s only one thing how I see this room. A prison. I sat at the small table near the window that obviously had bars. I haven’t touch the food he left me. It went cold now but still smells good. But the fact that I don’t know how many hours had I been here stopped me from touching it. My fingers stayed curled on my lap and my shoulders burned with tension. I am worried about Sofia. My baby. I know she couldn’t handle being away from me for too long. She would always cry to Signora Rossa whenever I have to take an overtime at the bike shop. What if she’s crying now? What if something happens to her heart? Those are the questions that bothered me and made the sting reached the back of my eyes. I want to cry right now. But I