The Babysitter

3

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐂𝐄

"Fucking speak!" I let out a bellow, punching his face hard. He spits blood on the ground, and he smiles. He fucking smiled. And that only makes me more of wanting to torture him. He's already out of some teeth from his mouth.

"I don't know.. find out yourself." He shrugs, I'm going to cut his fucking shoulders off. Fuck! Fuck!

"Torture him, cut his fucking tounge so he can't scream anymore, let him feel all the pain then kill him." I growl at my men, and they nod with a yes sir.

"No stop wait!" As I was walking his voice echoed in the room making me stop. "I'll tell you, just please don't hurt my girl." He knows damn well that I was going to torture his girl in front of his eyes. How did he even know that?

"Speak, you have five minutes." I turn my back, placing a chair in front of him, and I sit facing him. He was tied up, upside-down with chains. His body was covered with bruises and scars, scars I did them. I painted them on his weak body.

"Nathaniel took the money. He hired me to kill you that day, but I couldn't. Guess you were more powerful than me, or even us." He shrugs again, my smirk grows wider as I look at him. Fear eating his eyes, and his body is all sweating from his nervousness and fear. It was all an act. He was smiling just to provoke me, but deep down, he's just a scared boy. This is going to be fun.

"So you wanted to kill me? That's kinda of good.." I trail, "then it's time for me to kill you and then kill your girl." His eyes widened with horror.

"No, no, please, I beg you! Not my girl." He pleads, which causes me to laugh, I love hearing people pleading, begging me to show them mercy.

"I thought you were smiling minutes before. What happened now?" I chuckle deeply.

"Nathaniel is here now." He speaks again, with a lower voice facing the ground.

"Where?"

"He's hiding in here. But I don't know exactly where, he told me he'll be here. Go find him and leave my girl alone, Royce." I let out a hum, walking around him with a hammer in my hand. People should learn how to respect the 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠.

I whack him with a hammer on his leg, and the sound of his bone cracking echoed through the room mixed with his scream. "What did you do!?" He screams in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Learn how to respect me." Placing the hammer on the table, I look at Enzo, my most trusted man, and give him a sign. He directly understood what I meant, and he came across me.

"Keep him in the cell, torture him, but don't kill him. I want him to feel the pain, and then I'll kill him when I find that bastardo Nathaniel." Enzo gives me a curt nod, and I leave making my way home.

Enzo is my most trusted man, and he's also my cousin. We grew up together after his parents death, my family raised him with me. We're like brothers, and he's my second hand in mafia.

I'm not the only son for my family. There's also my newborn sister Angela, and she's only five years old. She's home-schooled since we're in the mafia, and that will get her in danger, so it's dangerous for her to go to school and meet people there. Yet, she has some friends she talks to and they come to our house to see her but other than that there's nothing she can do.

In our world, in the Ley del silencio, it's dangerous for people to go and walk on streets like they're free and nothing around them. So what about a small five years old girl who knows nothing about life and is still playing with dolls and games? How we can send her to school in such a risky world? If we do that, it means we are sending her to death in our hands. Specifically that there are so many people here, or from other countries who want us dead.

Mom is always busy because she helps us with managing finances, coordinating operations, and gathering information. She can't split her time between her work and Angela, so she decided to get a babysitter for her. She's probably an old lady, though. All of our workers are old and not married.Onee of thee is also an old lady, but she has my respect, and I consider her as my other mother. She used to babysit me when I was at the same age as Angela.

According to my mom's perspective, she used to always tell me that '𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙.' But in my viewpoint, age is just a number, and curiosity and restlessness come from hormonal changes in the body.

Parking my car, I turn it off, making my way inside. I didn't notice that time flied, and now it's one afternoon. The door opens, and I get greeted by mom with hugs and kisses. She was always like that. She shows her love with her kisses and hugs and her affection towards us.

"Hola mi corazón como estas?" Her spanish accent rolls on her tongue as she speaks with a giant smile on her face. Why is she happy? It is because she saw me? (Hello my heart, how are you?)

"Hola mama, I'm good. Why are you happy like that, though? You got a big smile on your face." She giggles as she grabs my hands, pulling me inside.

"La nueva niñera está aquí!" She beams as excitement ate her. Why is she so excited and happy about it? I don't see what's exciting about the babysitter here. (The new babysitter is here!)

"Okay, mama por qué estás tan emocionado por eso?" Her still holding my hands, we landed in the salon, and I completely froze in my place.

(𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡?)

A young small girl was sitting on the couch with Angela beside her, I can't even describe her beauty. She looks at me, and I look at her majestic eyes.

Brown big eyes that matched her brown hair tumbling down her back and some down to her breasts from infront, as part of them was collapsed together in a white ribon. Plumpy full cherry lips, with some gloss on them. There are slight freckles that you can't see until you meditate her face for a long time like I'm doing right now.

She gets up as she moves. She was wearing normal clothes, a tank top and jeans but she looked perfect in them. Her body looks so tiny.

She was short, but not too short, but if she stands beside me, she'll look like she's my daughter. Hell, she's gorgeous. She had some curves, a slim waist, with her tiny perfect ass. 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒.

That explains why Mama was this excited and happy. "Royce, meet 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒. She's the babysitter for Angela." Mom cuts the silence, and I shake my head. Even her name is short and unique.

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒.

She looked innocent. You could see it from her face. But will she stay like that? Fuck no. She's in my house now, which meant I could play with her a bit and ruin her.