The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Fixing This Mess

So I know I said this would only be 30 chapters but oh well.  I'm enjoying writing this.

Lauren

Rosalina was absolutely the most precious thing I had seen as she slept in my arms, breathing softly against my skin.

Her hair had started to lighten out like mine, going from black to brown quickly. She was beautiful, and shared most of Dinah's noticeable traits like the color of her eyes and skin but the shape of her lips, nose, and eyes were almost identical to mine.

I couldn't help but just watch her, thinking about her and our family. Our broken family that Dinah had thrown away.

She didn't want me yet the moment our daughter started crying she came running to me with her. Didn't Mariah know how to take care of a baby?

I was honestly done with Dinah's bullshit and she needed to know that. She needed to choose who she wanted. It was either me or Mariah, not both of us.

"Mommy," baby Dinah grumbled quietly as she snuggled into me. It was strange hearing her speak because I had been out for a year and I came back and she could speak. Luckily, she remembered me.

"Mhm?" I asked, looking down at her.

"Who that?" She questioned and I rose an eyebrow as she sat up and pointed behind me. I had forgot Camila was here to be honest. Her arms were wrapped around my torso tightly as she slept peacefully, her face pressed to my back.

"Oh that's Camila," I whispered, not wanting to wake my friend. "Actually," I smiled slightly as I removed her arms from me and sat up, pulling baby D into my lap. "That's Auntie Camila."

"Really?!" She yelled and I frowned, my goal of not waking Camila failing as the Cuban opened her eyes and felt around. "Woah! You eyes are pretty," Dinah exclaimed and I sighed as Camila yawned, her expression confused till her hands found my face and she smiled softly.

"Good morning, Lo," she spoke softly, her voice raspy and cute from waking up. "And good morning Dinah."

"You eyes are pretty!" Dinah repeated, wanting an actual response from Camila who frowned rather sadly. They had been beautiful when they hadn't been ruined by my wife. When they were that chocolate brown that melted my heart.

"Thank you," she muttered quietly and stood up hesitantly, pushing her hands against the bed and wall so she didn't fall or trip over something. "I'll go get some breakfast started."

"Ooh! I wanna come!" Baby Dinah jumped out of my arms and tumbled off the bed when she tried to jump to Camila but missed the ledge. She started to cry and I watched as Camz knelt down and calmed Dinah, picking her up in her arms.

"Are you okay?" Camila asked quietly and I stood up, offering to take Dinah by putting my hands over Camila's but she shook her head. "It's okay, I got her." She smiled softly as Dinah whimpered and nodded, wrapping her arms around Camila's neck.

"Thank you," I said and my friend nodded before she walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen on her own, knowing every turn and where things were placed.

"Come on Mommy!" Dinah had almost immediately became as hyper as she was before she fell off the bed.

I only laughed and followed a bit quicker before sitting at the counter and watching them. Camila handled Dinah with such ease and carefulness that it made me smile.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked and I thought for a moment.

"Pancakes!!!" Dinah yelled and I laughed lightly as Camila got to work, moving around the kitchen to grab ingredients.

"Pancakes it is, I guess. Do you need any help?"

"No, it's fine. I can handle a few pancakes," Camila answered and I nodded as the blind girl mixed up the flour with the liquid ingredients.

I maneuvered my way to the CD player on the counter than also had an iPhone stereo attached and I put my phone in, going straight to my The 1975 playlist. I wondered what other bands there were that we both liked.

Once the song started playing, I turned to Camila with a grin on my lips before my eyes widened. "Camila! No!" I yelled as her hand gained closer and closer to the hot pan. I jumped forward and pushed her hand over, pancake mix spilling everywhere.

"What? What happened?" She questioned, her time confused as Dinah looked at me.

"You almost burnt yourself," I said as I frowned and cleaned up the batter.

"Burnt? What is burnt?" Dinah asked as she looked down at Camila's shaking hand which I had clasped in my own.

"It's when something is hot and you touch it. It hurts a lot," I explained to the child as I rubbed the back of Camila's hand with my thumb.

"Are you okay Camz?" I asked and she nodded, sighing deeply.

"I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't playing attention," she said and I started helping her make the pancakes.

"That's alright. I'm just glad you didn't get burned." She smiled faintly and we spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast as The 1975 music played in the background.

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Dinah

"You don't love her," my reflection whispered to me as I looked at her in the mirror, not being able to take my eyes off of her.

She laughed as I glared. "Go away, you said you would leave," I spoke but she only smiled and whipped her blond hair around.

"Oh please Dinah. You can't get rid of me, I am you," she said and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, thinking that if I'd open them she'd be gone. "Trying to leave so soon?"

"Get out of my head!" I yelled as I clutched my head between my hands, trying to block her voice out.

"You don't love her," my voice taunted me in my head and I opened my eyes, glaring at my reflection. "You don't need her. You only hurt her. That's what you liked. You liked hurting her, didn't we?"

"I said get out!" I yelled again, my breaths starting to become heavier as I watched my reflection throw her head back and laugh.

"That's not how this works Dinah. You do what I say, not the other way around. Now, go to Lauren and tell her you hate her, that you want to hurt her and your child," my voice said, leaning forward against the sink in the reflection as I backed away from her. "You don't deserve anyone Dinah. It's just you and me, forever, and ever."

"Get out." I growled , my fists clenching as a string pain shot through my head and I yelped, grabbing my head.

"Not yet darling. We aren't done talking."

"Well I am."

"You're so cute, thinking you can do what you want," she muttered and I felt myself I voluntarily stand straight and lower my arms. "You're just a puppet of your dad, Dinah. And that's all you'll ever be," she smiled and I felt my arms become loose again as she let me go.
"Now, go tell her."

"I'd rather kill myself."

"Oh?"

"I'm not going to hurt her again. I won't do it."

My reflection smiled and leaned back, crossing her arms across her chest.

"But this is what you want."

"No it's not."

"I am you Dinah. This is what you want, so go do it. And but some roses for Mariah while you're out."

"I won't do it! You will not control me anymore!" I shouted and leapt forward, my fists shattering the mirror into pieces.

I breathed heavily as I slid down against the wall, my fists bleeding as I pulled chunks of glass from them. "Out," I whispered, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Get out," I rocked back and forth, my eyes wide as the voice started up in my head again, telling me what to do.

I didn't love her, and I would make her hurt. This was what I wanted. This was what I had to do.