The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

I Don't Understand

Camila (cuz why not🤷🏽‍♀️)

I listened as Lauren told Dinah all about the piano, the two sitting at my mini grand piano next to the window. I couldn't see but I could feel how happy Lauren was and hopefully, Dinah wouldn't ruin that. The "Great Caporegime" seemed to hurt everyone she was around, especially those who cared about her.

Last night, I had felt the marking she left on Lauren's stomach. Her name was in cursive and from what I could feel, it had been carved into her. I didn't understand how a human being was capable of doing something like that but they were. At least, Dinah was, if she was even human.

I didn't get how she could love Dinah after all she had done to her. She had tortured her, trapped her in their house, and taken her away from all her friends and family. The Hansens were pure evil if I was being honest.

"This is middle C, then this is D, and E, and F, and G. If you play one at a time, it makes a five finger c major scale," Lauren spoke even though she knew the child wouldn't understand.

"And this is A," Dinah said and my ears perked up at the sound of her actually playing the next note which was in a fact, an a. I could hear Lauren gasp slightly at her daughter's knowledge.

"Can you tell me what this one is?" She asked, pressing down on a low E.

"That's an E," the child answered plainly, not aware that a one year old shouldn't be able to do that. She talked early and had obviously progressed with speaking rather quickly but the fact that she was naming off the keys was beyond expectation. From what I remembered, she would be two in a week or so but it was still amazing that she knew it.

"Wow, you're really good at this," Lauren said, breathing heavily as Dinah continued talking and tapping each note then saying what it was. I was pretty sure that wasn't a normal thing for a one year old to be able to do. "I gotta talk to Camila, you can keep playing though. Okay?"

"Okay!" I turned towards Lauren as she sat down on the couch next to me, trying to pinpoint where she was from what I could hear.

"Oh my god Camila. Did you hear her? She knows the keys," Lauren whispered and I nodded, gasping in awe.

"How?" I questioned, trying to think of how early I could do what Dinah had been. I would've been four or five, not nearly close to one.

"I have no idea but I can't believe it. She's one. Kids don't even know their abcs yet!"

"ABCs?!" Dinah shouted once she heard Lauren say it and then started singing but what we noticed was that most of her letters were not pronounced in English but in Spanish.

"Oh my god," Lauren sounded as if she was about to faint and to be honest, I did too.

"Dinah, come here," I spoke and the child left the piano without another word, padding over to me.

"Yes auntie?" She asked and I patted the spot next to me where she climbed up and sat on.

"Cuál es tu nombre?" I asked hesitantly, anxious that she may understand and reply in Spanish.

"Me llamó, Dinah," the child answered perfectly.

"Good, good," I whispered in disbelief.

"Why you ask that? You know my name," she questioned and I only smiled, patting her head.

"No reason. You can go play now," I said and she got off the couch, going back to the piano. "Oh my god Lauren, she's bilingual. How is she bilingual?!" This child just kept having more surprises for us apparently.

"I don't know," Lauren answered. This child was a literal genius or something.

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When Dinah came to pick baby Dinah up, Lauren assaulted her with questions about the child and to our disbelief, Dinah had no knowledge about the child's skills either.

She was seated across from us on the other couch and for some reason I was getting a bad vibe from her. She felt like she was going to hurt someone. 

"Are there any staff who speak Spanish?" Lauren asked Dinah who was watching us. Thankfully, I didn't have to look into her eyes and see the way she was looking at us but I could still feel her intimidating glare.

"Yeah, some of the chefs do," Dinah answered. She didn't really seem to be interested in the fact her child was way more smart than the average child was.

"And the piano? Did you get her lessons or something?" I stayed silent as Lauren did all the work. I was honestly just here because this was my apartment.

"No," Dinah once again answered another question with the plainest of tone. "I don't get why this is an issue, Lauren. Isn't this good?"

"Yeah, it's fantastic. It really is but the fact that she just magically learned this stuff is a little scary." Lauren voice was starting to get more frustrated so I grabbed her hand, rubbing it soothingly.

"Whatever. It's not like she's hurting anything. I'm sure she doesn't know anything else." I heard Dinah stand up and start to walk to the door. "Come on Dinah. Let's go."

"No! I wanna stay here with mommy!" The child yelled and I held back a laugh. When Dinah had showed up at our door, baby Dinah had honestly not been that thrilled to see her.

"Come on Dinah. This isn't a joke. We gotta go home now."

"No!" I felt the small child climb into my lap and cling to me, trying not to let Dinah pull her away.

"It's okay Rosalina, go with your momma," I said and she reluctantly released her hold as Dinah picked her up.

"No!" She screamed and started sobbing.

"It's okay Dinah, I'll see you soon, okay?" Lauren tried to comfort her daughter who was crying loudly.

"Jesus Christ," Dinah muttered.

"I'll walk you guys down. Be right back," Lauren pulled her hand from mine and I said a quiet goodbye as Dinah's cries slowly disappeared down the hallway and into the elevator. Gosh, that was terrible.

I waited for twenty minutes and finally, Lauren returned. She didn't say anything which worried me.

"Are you okay?" I asked Lauren softly and pressed my hands against the couch till I found her and scooted over to her.

"No," she whispered and I could hear the crack in her word. She must be crying.

"What happened?"

"She said she hated me. A-and that she wanted me g-gone forever," Lauren whispered and I sighed as she cried. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her to my chest, rubbing her back soothingly.

"Shh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay," I whispered as she cried into my chest, her breathing starting to calm.

"Why does she hate me? I didn't do anything to her." She mumbled into my hoodie as I held her tightly.

"I don't know, Lo. But I do know she doesn't deserve you. You're so amazing and anyone can see that. You just have to wait for the right person, okay?"

"Okay." She took a deep breath and slid out of my hold, sitting up on the couch. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Are you that person?"

My heart seemed to stop when she asked that because I wanted it to be true. I wanted to be that person so badly. I wanted her to love me, but I knew her heart belonged to Dinah. It always would.  If I could be that person to her, I would never let her go. I would never treat her badly, but I knew it wouldn't happen so instead of saying yes or no, I just said the only words I could think of.

"I think you already know that." I smiled comfortingly and reached out, finding her cheek to caress gently.

There was a calm silence between us and I felt a mutual understanding go on between us.

I loved her, but she just couldn't love me the way she loved Dinah.

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