Mafia's Revenge (Editing)

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Rewriting this story was a bad idea. Now I'm too lazy to update. Expect more grammar and spelling errors. I promise I'll proofread this after submitting my report.

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Two figures entered the apartment. One was wearing: white sneakers, baggy jeans, a hood with jeans jacket on top, a face mask, and a black cap. The other figure dressed in a black above the knee fur coat, redbottoms and scaff wrapped nicely around the head and neck hiding the hair and a face mask with sunglasses.

"Where is she?" Robert asked after taking his cap and face mask off.

But Alexander was too busy staring at Kimberly with dreamly eyes than to answer. The first lady now was only in her formal black dress that snagged her body, showing all her curves, tiny waist, and ass. The scarf, sunglasses, and mask all gone, her doll face was reveled.

"Alexander, where is she?" Kimberly asked, her voice sounding sharp.

"At 47 Kimberly, you still look good as you did back. You age like a fine wine first lady."

"All these years, you still keep counting my age. You're obsessed with me. Now tell me, do you have my daughter or not? I don't have time to waste on you."

"Still fierce. Kimberly, you're still my type."

Robert's clenched fists by his sides. He didn't like how the DeLuca was looking and talking to his wife. Unlike years ago, when he was just a skinny nerd now he was buff and could fight back. But he was a president. Now it won't be a good reputation for the country to have a president all over the newspapers and the internet for fighting with his wife's ex.

"Honey, let's leave." Robert then picked up Kimberly's coat from the couch, handing it to her.

"Fine, I'm done with this playful mood. I've your daughter. Now, let's make a deal. I give you your baby girl and you Mr President get me mining rights."

"You will get anything you want," she spoke in a shaky voice. Eyes well up in tears. She tried masking you her desperation so the other wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

For a moment, Alexander pitied her. Losing a child, he knows that experience. It crushed him completely, and he would never heal from it. But at least he knows where and what happened with his son. He has a closure. Unlike Kimberly, whether her daughter is alive or not, she doesn't know that.

"Follow me." The first couple followed Alexander into a room.

Alexander stood by the doorway and watched the couple rushi– no running to the bed where Lily laid.

Robert saw his wife's face looking at Lily even the skin color was just as Kimberly's. But he didn't want to come to a conclusion without a DNA test. On the other side, Kimberly's shaky hands reached for Lily's face and traced her jawline with her index finger. It's like the first lady turned blind and now was using touching to see Lily's face.

"My heart is beating fast," Mummbered Kimberly. Maybe it racing because of fear what if Lily wasn't her daughter the pieces left of her heart would too be crushed and will walk around without a heart or maybe it was racing because it should've raced like this when she took her in her hands for the first time after giving birth to her.