The Mafia Queen

Ch 4

Amara's pov

Walking into the kitchen, I saw Mr Haruto's son, Ren. The dark haired man leaned against the counter, scrolling on his phone.

I watch as his light brown eyes snap to mine and he immediately stands up straight "Don" I just nod at him. The 20 year old looked at me nervously before opening and closing his mouth.

"Chiedere" (ask)

He freezes and I sigh, god fucking dammit. "Spit it out, ren"

"I just wanted to know if dad could get Friday off you know how it's mom's birthday so it will be really special if he's there- I mean ofc if you need him it's fine but I would really appreciate it. But then again I'm not telling you to do anything-"

"Stai zitto" (shut up) he takes a deep breath and closes his mouth.

"It's Jen's birthday?" he nods furiously and I hum "Mr Haruto can take a leave, come to my office later for the company card. Buy jen something for me" I order and he smiles widely before nodding and leaving.

I sit down to finally relax and eat when suddenly-

"NANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA!"
I sighed defeatedly "Fanculo" (fuck) I mutter under my breath.

Mr Haruto walks in with the fucking spy baby on his head as the lion king music plays in the background.

Behind him I see Matteo and Xavier bending their heads with their right hand on their hearts

"It's a boy!!!" Mr Haruto yells holding the baby in the air as he giggles. Erick (who looks like he's been forced to be here) pulls out some red powder on two of his fingers and puts it on the kid's forehead.

After Matteo and Xavier celebrate, all my staff cheering with them- they finnally stop the fucking music before turning towards me with a huge smile.

Seeing the unamused look on my face makes them cower a bit before looking at each other and yelling at the same time

"IT WAS HIS IDEA!"

Fuck me.

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It's been a couple of days since the little boy has been in my house and surprisingly he hasn't disturbed the house by his wailing at all.

I'm now 70% sure he's a fucking spy.

All the men and women who are my main team have met him and it's fucking weird how they all change their voice around him. It's just a fucking baby.

Mr Haruto has never once left the baby's side. He prepared a big nursery for him in 2 hours- 2 Fucking hours.

My phone dings, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Mr Haruto: Hello 👋👋 Amara darling.
Remember to check on the baby boy. 😄🍼👶
Bye👋👋

I couldn't help but shake my head at his way of texting- he used to hate these devices, in his exact words; "in my time we weren't so lazy" and now (after Matteo taught him how to use one) he's addicted, especially with emojis.

Thanks to his reminder, I realised today is Friday. I was the one incharge of checking up on him at night- because I don't let anyone stay in my home except of Mr Haruto.

Cursing under my breath I stood up and silently made my way to the nursery. The nursery was a little far away from my office. Grazie Dio (thank god)

I glanced at the empty hallway with no pictures or art.

it brings back too many bad memories

I arrived in front of the nursery. Slowly opening the gate I saw the Piccola merda (little shit) playing with his legs.

As I walked closer, he saw me. Immediately his face brightned up with a smile and his hand moved towards me, fist opening and closing.

My chest hurts as I remembered being in the same exact spot. With her. My eyes closed as my heart bled with longness and regret.

Hearing babbling, I opened my eyes to see him looking right at me with arms open and head tilted.

Something in me snapped and I walked closer, his smile widened and I picked him up in my arms. Little arms made their way around my neck, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

I felt his little hand on my cheek, wiping my tears- oh I was crying. His little face scrunched up on the sight of my tears as if they bothered him. I couldn't stop my tears, whenever I closed my eyes- her face was there.

I focused on his face when I heard sniffing. His cute little face was scrunched up and lips in a pout.

His eyes filled with tears and it made me panic "what's wrong?" I asked worriedly, expecting an answer.

I cursed realising that I forgot this is a kid who can't even speak yet.

The baby boy tightened his hands around my neck before crying on my shoulder, my mind was in awe and pain.

It didn't know whether to grieve or focus on this adorable hug.

I chose the latter, shushing and bouncing the kid till his sobs quietened down.

Soon I heard small peaceful breaths, and I turned my head slowly to see the boy asleep. I slowly placed him back in the crib and he put his hands out looking for something to grab.

I looked around and saw a little deer stuffed toy and put it in his little hands.

The sight of the little kid hugging the toy so close to his chest made me feel warm and I was smiling in awe since God knows how long.

I quietly walked to the door, and with the last glance at the happy sleeping baby, I left and softly closed the door.

Huh maybe he's not that bad.

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