The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Meet the Mother

Lauren

When my mom hugged me, it felt like my world was crumbling down. I couldn't believe she was here. She was alive. She wasn't supposed to be. I had so many questions about everything. Where had she been all these years? How had she faked her death? I was so confused about everything.

When she pulled away, holding me at arms length, she smiled softly. "You are so beautiful," she spoke and I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, laughing quietly. I didn't think I looked beautiful when I was crying but a mother could she through all of that.

"Thank you," I whispered and she let go of my hands, caressing my cheeks softly. Her brown eyes were full of worry as her fingers pressed to a bruise that still hadn't disappeared. One of my tormentors had left it on me and it hurt like hell, but I ignored it.

"What happened?" She asked and my eyes widened, immediately removing her hand from my face. Oh my god, how was I supposed to tell her about Dinah. How was I supposed to tell her I married an abusive woman under the force of my father and had been kidnapped because of it.

"I-I.." I stuttered and she looked at me worriedly when we heard the front door open, loud footsteps entering. She looked around, grabbing my arm and quickly pushing me into the office after kissing my forehead. She gave me the look as if to say stay here and I did as she grabbed the knife and walked away.

Oh my gosh. I knew it was the agents out there. They would search everywhere and everything till they found me. I couldn't believe all of this. The FBI was chasing me and my mother was alive. This was just, bizarre and extremely confusing.

Tucking myself beneath the desk, I slid behind a part covered by wood in the back, hopefully enough for no one to see me if they came in. It was completely silent and I was worried. What if they knew she was my mom?

"No, sir. I just got here a few minutes ago. I came to do the bills. We're closed on Sundays," I could here her speaking with a thick accent and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping they wouldn't take a look around. I couldn't risk that.

"And have you seen any suspicious activity lately?" A man asked and I pulled my knees to my chest. Of dear god. She would tell them no. She had to.

"No, sir."

"Alright. Thank you for your time Miss. sorry to interrupt your day." I heard the front door slam shut and my moms footsteps returning back to the office.

"They're gone," she whispered and I crawled out of my hiding spot, rubbing my eyes. Standing up, she stared at me in what seemed to be confusion.

"Tell me everything," she said and sat me down in a chair, seating herself across from me in hers. So I started, and I told her everything. Everything from the earliest part of my childhood I could remember since she left to what had happened today. I don't know how long it had been but it had to have been hours. She explained everything to me. Where she had been, why she had left, and why had she left me and my father specifically.

Apparently, my father said it wasn't safe. It was too hard to protect both of us because two important women in his life were a lot easier target to reach than just one. My mother said she knew it was for the best and she wanted to take me but she couldn't. She had been running this restaurant for years now, making enough to support herself which made me happy. At least she was okay. When I asked about her being dead, she broke down but told me everything. My father told everyone it was a car crash that had killed her and he planted a car too to make sure it was believable. I wished he would've told me at least, just so I could've known she was alive somewhere.

When we finished talking, her crying had stopped and she kept hugging me, telling me how sorry she was for missing out on my life.

"It's okay mama. I've been okay." Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head at that comment.