The Mafia and Her ✔

Bonus Chapter

Hi! I had this chapter uploaded on Inkitt for a while, but decided to add it here as well. 

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I kept staring back and forth at my gun and my precious two-year-old daughter, not knowing what to do since Verena was away on a trip with Jolene, Camila, and Phoebe. She was returning this evening, but of course, something had to go wrong at one of my mafia quarters.

"At least your brothers are at school," I sighed. Rina grinned and strolled like a penguin to my side, and that settled it. She was coming with me. I didn't trust a random babysitter with my treasure, and my parents weren't home, so I leaned down and picked her up, earning an angelic giggle from her.

Even though Rina had my green eyes, she was the spitting image of her mom, and I loved her with my entire existence. She was my little princess, and if one of my men looked at her the wrong way, they'd find themselves on a fast train to hell.

"Papa," she muttered, eyeing the gun. I grabbed it, checked the safety, and tucked it away from her reach in my waistband.

"Yes, precious?" I nuzzled her nose, our usual endearment move and she beamed at me.

"I hungry..."

She ate half an hour ago.

I swear, my kids eat like the grown men in my mafia.

"I don't have the time to cook another meal, precious. But do you want to eat hamburgers?" It would have to do since I needed to be at the quarter in twenty minutes.

When Rina, my adorable baby girl, nodded, I called one of my restaurants and requested they prepare a suitable meal for pickup.

Good thing the two places where on the same road.

"Shall we go, precious?" I asked and kissed her forehead. She looked around the room for a moment and then made grabby hands at her yellow blanket on the couch. I picked it up and wrapped it around her like a burrito. "Better?"

"Yes, tank you, Papa."

I loved my triplets to the moon and back, and I would kill anyone if they harmed them, but Rina, she was something else. I could not go a day without seeing her.

I was the one who insisted on Verena to let me be on dad duty for two reasons. First, my gorgeous, brilliant wife needed a break from the kids, and second, I needed some quality time with them.

When Verena returns, we will go to the adoption home and finalize the adoption process for the ten-year-old twins—a boy and a girl.

We had met them several times and explained what we did for a living. At first, they got scared and withdrawn, but when they met our children, they eased up and were more open with us. Their parents died in a drug overdose, and they were the ones who called for help. They had no relatives and were meant to stay in the adoption center until they were eighteen.

When Verena saw them, she knew they would be her children, too, and whatever my wife wanted, I was fine with it. Besides, the twins were kindhearted, polite, and friendly to our babies, which was perfect.

"Papa," I heard Rina call from her seat in the back.

"Yes, precious?" I looked from the rearview mirror and saw her staring at the sky.

"Rain?"

It was a cloudy day. "Maybe, why?"

"Ram, Rhys, and Rowan. Do they have umborela?" My heart warmed at her question.