The Long Lost Mafia Prince

Chapter 27 - I Guess We Were Both Pluviophiles

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Regina POV

It was late past midnight when Padre and I got home. On the way here, I was already planning the whole island trip.

Yes, I was very much serious about that.

I already told Padre about my plan, minus the pillow thing, and he agreed with me after a few moments of hesitation. Sure, he had a point; caging Rayver in there won't be the best idea, but for his safety, Padre finally conceded.

We planned to tell him at breakfast tomorrow morning since it was too late in the night now. As we entered the garage, I noticed a car strangely parked. Like it was recently used.

I shrugged it off, Rayver probably used it.

As Padre and I walked in the doors, I froze, backtracking my thoughts.

Rayver probably used it.

Holy shit, Rayver probably used it! Eyes wide, I rushed up to his room, ignoring my father's calls for me. Bursting open his door, I felt myself sag in relief as I saw the outline of his body underneath the blankets. Well, at least he's safe.

I hesitated at closing the door because of a bad feeling in my chest, but concluded that it was probably because of the new impending danger on Rayver's head.

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The clinking of our utensils was the only sound in the dining room, as both of us were drowned in our thoughts. Finally, I looked up, only now noticing something.

"Padre?" He hummed. "Where's Rayver?"

He looked up as well, a confused look on his face. "He hasn't come down yet?" I shook my head. "Maybe he's still sleeping in his room. Not everyone is an early riser like you, you know."

Again, I shook my head. Ever since we started our training, he had been accustomed to waking up earlier than a normal teenager. This is a strange occurrence.

"I'll go get him," I said, getting up and exiting the room.

As I jogged up to his room, I got that weird feeling in my chest again. It was kind of heavy, like a warning that something was wrong. This time, I hurried my steps. My gut feeling shouldn't be wrong. I already ignored it last night, but it came back now, and I'm sure this isn't anything to be taken lightly.

Like last night, I burst into his room, and the fact that he didn't stir made the worry in me triple. Rayver wasn't too much of a deep sleeper to ignore a loud racket as this.

With large steps, I reached his bed and pulled away the blankets, only to stumble backwards in shock at the pile of pillows. And only a pile of pillows.

As I turned around to run back downstairs to Padre to alert him, a white sheet of paper that was placed on the desk caught my attention. With trembling hands, I picked it up and opened it, my worry high up on the roof.