Mr & Mrs Montero

14

Kalani's POV.

Montero had gained some confident to talk and listen to the kids. And it was really beautiful. But enough about that. Back to the real situation that we were facing.

"So Charlie is correct about a lot of things," He smiled nodding, looking at his siblings with the 'I told you look'. Eawa looked like she couldn't process what her father just said. She slightly stumbled back, covering her mouth and Placido caught her before she could trip.

But Montero continued.

"But not all of them." He looked at him, nodding.

"Ok where was I wrong?" He asked, excitement lingering in his voice.

"The part were I was second in command." He corrected him.

"Oh, what ranking were you, third in command?" He voice was kinda disappointed when he suggested it.

Oh you in for a treat boy.

"No, I was the Don." He slowly replied, looking at each of them to see their expressions.

"What?!" Eawa and Placido both grasped.

"Woah!" Charlie exclaimed. His voice now fully filled with excitement. Enzo just stood there, but shock was written all over his face. He just kept blinking as if trying to process.

"That is so cool." His smile widen.

"What's a Don?" Rumi asked.

"It's a boss." Charlie quickly replied to her, then turned back to Montero. "So, you telling us that you were like the boss of the mafia?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling y'all." He wasn't so confident now. I think he was trying his best to break this down as smoothly as possible. Because this really was the only smooth way. The other way would be, "Oh you know, I killed, sold drugs and guns for a living." I'm sure they would probably have a fit if he said that.

"And who was your second in command?" Charlie asked, coming closer to Montero smiling. If you asked me, Charlie was enjoying this conversation way too much for my own liking.

"Johnathan." He answered, sitting on the bed.

"What?!" More grasps in the room.

"You mean as in our god father, uncle Johnathan?" Enzo finally uttered words out. His voice was so soft, I almost didn't hear him.

"Yes." It was me who answered this time.

"And I assume aunty Eva knew all of this right?" He nodding to himself as if trying to have his own processing session, while hearing all of this.

"Yes." I looked away.

"And let me guess, this conversation was never going to arise if we didn't get attacked." Somehow it was like he knew what I was going to say.

"It wouldn't be necessary." I defeated us, knowing fully well it was a lie.

"You just defending a lost cause mamma and you know that." He scoffed. Enzo only called me mamma in Italian when he was either angry at me, or flat out disappointed. And I knew at this mom, he was both.

"What if someone came after us, attacked us or better yet, kidnapped us?" He asked.

"We took necessary precautions." I explained. "We had guys everywhere. An attack on y'all was highly unlikely." I shook my head. An attack on my kids was something I feared the most. That's why I gladly agreed when Montero suggested that they should be trained to be able to defend themselves. We even recruited some mafia agents to act as high school kids, others, were teachers and some securities, so I would be at ease.