The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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We wait for Coralyn to regain her consciousness in the spacious hospital room she was transferred to from emergency. Six incredibly angry men crowded the room as I had made my way into the space, feeling quite out of order.

Roman's dad, Marcus had been talking in his phone in rapid fire Italian. His voice shaking with anger and I suppose it took him a lot of effort not to punch whoever he was talking through the device.

Oh well, scary nerve runs through the family no wonder.

After the doctor did a thorough check up on her, the lady in white coat asked the men to give the patient some time to heal. It was her way of saying that there were too many people. Apart from Roman, his dad and I, the rest of them made their way out. Marcus had stepped out of the room just for long enough to talk to Angelo's dad for a while. And then he was back.

The tension in the room was palpable.

Not to mention that Marcus was really- uh- scary much older version of Roman. What I meant is o am not slightly envious of the person who was on the other side of his phone call. H sounded downright murderous.

Taking in the silence of the room, I really google Coralyn. And as right as she was, there was a really pretty picture of her in the wikki. Apparently little mama was a very successful businessman. She had a degree in psychology and owned a chain of flower shops across the continent.

Oh well. I grinned at the screen. Running a chain of flower shops is exactly what sounds like Cora would do.

Only her.

"Are you googling my mother?" I heard Roman's voice. Standing before me with an ever present frown on his face, he peered down at me.

"She asked me to." I shrugged my shoulders. "I said she wasn't famous and she argued that she was."

"She's not famous." Roman scowls. "She's just well known."

"Same thing."

Roman sighs running a hand through his hair.

"Did they find out what was wrong with Coralyn?" I asked.

"Sí. Mama is allergic to soy." Roman says. "It was an anaphylaxis, which is apparently life-threatening."

"But we didn't eat anything containing soy." I reply. "We had gnocchi during lunch and that's not soy?"

He's lost me. I thought gnocchi was pasta made from potato and other pasta ingredients.

"I suppose something did have that. Otherwise she wouldn't be here." I felt Roman be agitated with increasing questions so I stopped.

"Oh, fuck." I scoff. "What the fuck, I thought the kitchen staff knew her allergies an other issues?" Oh well, I'll stop now.

"They do." Roman sighed talking a seat beside me. "They do."

"But how come she's had a life threatening reaction if they did?" I reason. Last time, I swear.