Protected by the Beast ✔

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Beast's POV

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I left work early in order to prepare for my date with Riley.

Immediately I showered and got dressed in the outfit Leo assisted me in buying, I went downstairs to wait for Riley, who was still taking her time to do the usual lady things. 

To pass time, I started going through my mails. Keanu usually did that for me but now would be a good time to see if I could reply any of them myself.

I scrolled through them, feeling relieved that most of them had been attended to by Keanu but one particular mail caught my attention.

I opened it and read the content, my brows furrowing.

It was an invite to a wedding.

Both the bride and groom were people I knew.

The last thing I heard about them was that the lady had been taken into the facility due to drug abuse. How was she still getting married to the same man she'd been with some twenty something years ago?

Was the man playing some tricks?

I accepted the invite, knowing Keanu had intentionally left the invite for me to personally attend to it myself. The details stated the venue and the time and I was even asked to bring my plus one.

Leaving the mail, I checked some others. There was an interview invite by a famous Italian news host here in NewYork. He was a friend of the man I detained in my underground back in Italy.

I saw Keanu had already declined it twice but it was sent again, so I knew the best option would be for me to move their address to spam or block them. It would've been better to leave my mails to a media expert to handle it for me but there were just some delicate issues that outsiders shouldn't know about. I would have to assign that task to one of my men who was an expert in that area.

Just as I was about to transfer the mail to my spam, Amelia's call came through.

"My loving, amazing brother! The best brother in the world after my other amazing workaholic brother named Keanu. My role model. The great Lucianoooo." She called in a soft, obviously pretentious tone. That wasn't how she usually spoke so I knew she needed something.

"Yes?"

"How are you?" She asked softly.

"Fine."

"How was your day?"

"Okay."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No."

"You're still at work right?"

"No."

"What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing."

"How is Riley? She told me last night that she had some stomach upset. How's she now?"

Riley didn't tell me anything about having stomach upset last night. While chatting, she slept off in my arms.

"She's fine. Her stomach is fine." I decided not to bother calling Amelia out on her lie.

She giggled. "You were answering all my questions with just one word each but as soon as I asked about Riley, you said so much in response. Do you want to keep being a cold Mafia Lord or you want to turn into a henpecked boyfriend? I think a doting and henpecked boyfriend suits you better." Amelia analyzed.

"Why did you call?"

"Aishh. So boring. Anyway, I'm going out with my husband tomorrow and was wondering if you could please babysit my girls."