Wrong Injection

CHAPTER 6

"She's been acting weird lately," I confined in Gabby, my trusted friend and colleague, regarding Veronica's sudden change in behavior. "She doesn't pick my calls, and whenever I ask her out or invite her over, she comes up with flimsy excuses. And when we're together, she ignores her phone calls. It's getting worrisome."

"Sultan, I don't get you buddy. Why are you stressing over a girl you don't even love? You're being weird, if you ask me. Veronica's a supermodel, for crying out loud! I wonder why she's so keen on having a child with you. Models usually prioritize their careers over family planning, especially at her age. And let's not forget, she's the daughter of a mafia lord. Something doesn't add up, Sultan King West. What's going on with you?" Gabby raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical.

Gabby's words cut deep, leaving me speechless and fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat. I had been determined to make Veronica mine, but now I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

"I just...can't seem to let her go," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gabby's expression turned incredulous. "And why is that? Are you aware of the danger you're courting? Her father hates you, Sultan. You almost got killed by him. Use your head, man. Why risk your life for someone you don't genuinely care for?"

"I...I like Vero, Gabby," I said, the words sounding hollow even to my own ears. Deep down, I knew I didn't like her that much, but I couldn't explain why I was so determined to keep her.

"Why are you lying, Sultan? If you claim to like her so much, why haven't you made her your girlfriend? Why do you treat her like a booty call when you're together?" His questions hung in the air, slapping me in the face, forcing me to confront the truth, but I had no answer. "Even your mom doesn't like her, and that should be a red flag. You're playing with fire Sultan. Get her out of your life before it's too late." His face turned stern and I held up my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

"Gabby, please, just stop. You're making this harder for me." I leaned back in my chair, my mind reeling with thoughts of Veronica. Why couldn't I let her go? What was it about her that had such a hold on me?

"Of all the beautiful women in New York City, you had to choose the Mafia's daughter? Who in their right mind would do that?" Gabby's voice cut through my thoughts.

"Gabby honestly you are making things even worse for me, can we not talk about this, please?" I said and he scoffed.

"What about the insemination you two went ahead with, despite my warnings?" His question made me wince and I let out a frustrated sigh.

"It was unsuccessful," I admitted and he burst out laughing.

"Wait, what? You mean even insemination couldn't get her pregnant?" He asked, his tone incredulous. And I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"This is shocking. You two tried every possible way to have a child, but it didn't work. Is she...barren or something?" His expression turned serious, but his words were laced with sarcasm.

"Enough Gabby. Please, just stop," I said, struggling to keep my tone neutral, and my emotions in check.

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alright, so what's your next plan? Another round of insemination? Or are you two considering adoption?" He teased, his words dripping with sarcasm. And I clenched my jaw, biting back a retort.

"Gabby." I called out calmly, but with a hint of warning. The tone was enough to make him back down, and he raised his hands in surrender. I rolled my eyes, frustrated that he was stirring up more trouble. It was clear that discussing Veronica was only making things worse, and it was better off dropping the subject altogether.