Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 27 - Can't Handle This

Niko POV

The second my gaze turned to Vivian standing in a sexy red night dress at the bottom of the stairs I knew I was fucked. She would shoot herself to protect these kids and I couldn't let them go. I wouldn't harm them though, well, unless they were little brats for me.

For now, I needed to get them some place locked away. Little kids or not, they are the enemy and they know it. The boy had a hard stare at me. I knew that look and he would be foolish enough to try and take one of us out. I really hoped he didn't because then I would have to punish him. Blood and gore didn't bother me, but not from defenseless children.

She asked to go to the basement with them and my immediate answer was, fuck no. She didn't belong down there in that filthy dungeon where we tortured our traitors and enemies. I looked at the girl again and saw the blood on her arm. They did need to get cleaned up and Viv was on track to be a doctor.

I let them go then went straight to her room. No way was she staying down there with her ass and boobs hanging out in that night dress. On my way down I saw Paul with some clothes and bandages.

"What are you doing?"

"V needed some things for the kids. Would it be ok to have the cook warm some food up for them? I know that will be her next request. V has a serious soft spot for children." He looked at me hopeful. I knew he was trying to keep her from fighting with me.

"That's fine!" I grunted.

"Can I ask a question about Gio?"

"What?" I barked out. Does everyone like talking? I'm getting a fucking a headache.

"He said that you made it clear no one is to show V respect. He got pretty rough with her before. Is that how she's been living here? Treated like the enemy that anyone can beat or touch?"

"What the fuck did he do?" My hand instantly wrapped around Paul's neck and he dropped all the supplies.

"Capo!" He struggled to speak.

I dropped him and took a step back. What the fuck am I doing? The thought of Gio hitting her or having her body sent a surge of anger through me.

"What did he do?" I asked again, clenching my fist at my side.

"He just slammed her against the bars and told her she deserves to be down there. I told him to back off and he said you made it clear she was not to be respected."

My jaw clenched at his words. Was that how everyone was treating her? Did she walk through this house afraid someone would hurt her or take advantage of her? This was her home now and she should feel safe in my house.

"I'll handled Gio." I walked away to the kitchen to tell our cook to get some food prepared for the kids. This was going to be a long fucking night.

I had to take a few moments to calm myself before I went downstairs. I haven't been this protective of another person since my sister was alive. Tommy and the family were my duty to protect, but we were in this life and strong men. Vivian was an outsider that couldn't even sleep in a bed like a normal person.

I shook the thoughts of her out of my head. I don't know why I even cared. If she has shit to deal with then that is on her to figure it out. I headed downstairs with a cold glare not wanting to deal with this.

"Ok sweetheart, I need to see your arm now. This might sting a little, but it will help it heal faster." Vivian was on her knees in front of the girl. She was a small, helpless child, sitting on a thin metal bed with a mattress not even an inch thick. This was not a place for children.