High School Girl Turned Mafia Boss (2)

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The bell rang, signalling that the class has ended. It was time to go home, but Yena decided to stay for awhile. There's nothing to do but babysit that male lead anyway.

Riley packed up his things and went to Yena's desk. With a kind smile, Riley tapped Yena. Yena lazily looked at Riley.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go home, Yena. Mom texted me that she would be cooking our favorite dish!" Riley said as stars glimmered in his eyes. Suddenly, Yena felt that this eighteen year old boy is such a baby. He needed care and attention.

"Go home first. I wanna hang out for a bit." Yena said in a bored tone.

"Ehhh, but I want to go home with you!" Riley pouted. Yena sighed.  How can the former owner of this body stand the male lead's childishness?!

"Haa, Riley, I have something to do, okay? I'll be home by seven. Surely Mistress won't be done cooking by that since she always cooks for the whole family." Yena said with a slight smile on her face. But seriously, this male lead is annoying.

Like a puppy that haven't got its favorite toy, Riley said okay and goodbye then ran off to somewhere.

Yena waited until the whole classroom was empty and then she slowly packed her things. She looked outside the window. The sun has started setting. Taking out her phone, she logged in into a game and played for a while until she heard light footsteps.

Without looking up, she said, "took you long enough."

Mr. Gambino together with a woman who wore a sexy backless red dress with a slit that went up to her thighs arrived at the classroom.

Mr. Gambino smiled slightly. "So you knew?"

Yena sighed and placed her phone on the desk and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Of course I do. Who do you think I am?"

"The nanny of that Rossi kid." Mr. Gambino answered honestly.

Yena silenced and glared at the man. She couldn't refute, okay?! It was true!

Clearing her throat, Yena asked, "so who is this lady?"

The woman smiled seductively. "I am Rosetta Ro, a lady from the Genovese Familia. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. An."

"Basically she is a hit man." Mr. Gambino said in a serious tone.

Rosetta pouted and threw a kick at Mr. Gambino.

"That is rude! You know I don't like somebody calling me a hit man!" Rosetta shouted as Mr. Gambino blocked all of her attacks.

Yena observed the new woman. She was sexy with curves, and a big butt and big busts. It was surprising that she was a hit man. She could be a mistress of a mafia or something.

Not wanting to waste her time anymore, Yena got her phone and spun it on her fingers.

"So, what is Lady Rosetta's purpose of coming here?" Yena asked.

The two grown ups stop their tracks and  cleared their throats.

"Ah. Rosetta is here to make you an offer." Mr. Gambino said.

Yena smirked in her mind. 'Now this is interesting.'

"What is it?" Yena asked and leaned on her chair.

"I would like to train you, if that is okay?" Rosetta asked.

Yena's brows perked up. "Sorry, I don't intend to be a hit man."

Rosetta pouted. "Ehhh, but you have potential!"

Yena lazily looked at the woman and sighed. "I may not be afraid to kill or be killed, but I have other plans for my life other than being a hit man or a nanny."

Mr. Gambino's interest perked up and he asked, "what is your goal, then?"

Yena smiled, "in this world, if I don't have power then I don't have the rights to protect what is precious to me. I know this world is unfair and merciless. If I am not cunning enough, or smart enough, or powerful enough, I am afraid the things and people who are precious to me will be taken away. So my goal is to be strong and powerful."

'What the hell... why am I emotional? Is this the past owner's emotions?'

Mr. Gambino and Rosetta looked at each other. They felt that  what Yena said was true. They have also experienced it themselves. Many close people have died, injured and they couldn't even protect them.

Rosetta smiled while Mr. Gambino sighed.

Seeing Yena being emotional, the two grown ups looked at each other and nodded. "Ms. An, you may go home for now. We'll discuss this on another time."

Yena nodded and stood up while grabbing her bag and walked away swiftly. She couldn't let them see that her eyes were about to shed tears. She wanted them to have a good impression of her, that she was strong.

Both grown ups looked at each and then with a heavy sigh, Mr. Gambino  ran his fingers through his hair. Rosetta leaned on the teacher's table and crossed her arms in front of her large busts.

"Why are you so stressed about that girl?" Rosetta asked Mr. Gambino.

"A talented kid like her could get in trouble sooner or later. I wanted to protect her as early as I can. She could even be developed as an Underboss. She is witty and hides her trump cards until the very end." Mr. Gambino said in a worried tone.

Rosetta's ears perked when she heard that the girl was hiding her trump card.

"How do you know she has a trump card when you clearly said she was only a nanny to the Rossi kid? And the Rossi is a weak mafia group. They barely even get out alive during mafia wars every three years." Rosetta said.

"In the past three months since I handled the pilot section, she was a quiet kid and quite shy also. She never stands out that is why I barely know her before she showed me how witty she can be. Today she showed me how she can compete to my arrogance." Mr. Gambino said as he took out a cigarette and lit it. Mr. Gambino bit the cigarette and then he took it out of his mouth and exhaled a hefty amount of smoke while he looked at the ceiling.

"So... this is why you've called for me?" Rosetta said.

Staying silent, Mr. Gambino only looked at Rosetta.

"I see. Anyways, why would you say that she can be an Underboss?"

"Because she is a potential heir to the familia. Just one look at that girl's eyes, you could see that she is a tough one. No one could survive as an Underboss if you are soft. I pity that girl, only being a nanny to a mafia kid." Mr. Gambino answered honestly.

Rosetta smirked, "well then, Underboss Gambino. Let's steal that girl to our side."

Mr. Gambino smiled and let go of his cigarette and stepped on it. "Good thinking, I was going for that."

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