Finding Sebastian

Chapter 12

Pietro grumbled awake as the alarm clock screamed in his ear. He lazily reached over and slapped it off and rubbed his tired eyes so he could be awake. He didn't get much sleep the night before because of his meeting with Mr. Dentro.

Right, he groaned in annoyance. He had to babysit the bastard child while Salvino got to hang out with Mr. and Mrs. Ricci. He wasn't prepared for it. Today was supposed to be his off day to lay around his new apartment and hope for the best.

Unfortunately, his plans were ruined.

He had just gotten out of the shower when he heard banging from his door. He muttered under his breath about people being rude and not knowing how to respectfully knock on the door. He wasn't a morning person, and whoever was knocking was making him even more of a non-morning person.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he yelled. He was just getting his pants on and buttoned. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt because it was probably Silvano with the bastard child. Hopefully not.

The pounding proceeded to get louder and more incessant as he approached the door. He yanked it opened and was hit in the face with a pounding fist. He turned away, crouching down and a few colorful words spewed out of his mouth and he clutched his nose. He took his hand away to see no blood spurting out. He was at least grateful for that.

He finally looked up at the man he did not want to see: Silvano. Silvano looked.... different. More pissed than usual. He had the kid in a blanket that hung losely around him. Sebastian was slipping out and Silvano almost dropped him. Neither of them particularly cared if it's head broke open. Alas, Silvano being the most chivalrous man, scooped down and held him closer to his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Pietro questioned him.

"Nothing. Now take the fucking child and do whatever. Just don't kill him yet." Silvano's instructions were crystal clear.

"What do babies usually do?"

Silvano shrugged his broad shoulders. "Cry, sleep, shit their pants, cry, sleep some more and occasionally eat."

Pietro nodded his head. "Got it." He still hadn't a clue on what to do. What would his mother think?

"Good." He thrust the baby into Pietro's arms and abruptly turned and strode away from the apartment door, leaving Pietro holding Sebastian in his arms.

"What the hell am I going to to with you?" Sebastian's green eyes stared back into Pietro's. He really was a cute little thing. Maybe he could sell the child for even more. Now that was a novel idea. Except Silvano would have his head. That plan was out.

Sebastian's hands reached out from under the blanket and waved in the air as his fingers wiggled and clenched together. A couple of bubbles came out of his mouth and dribbled down the side of his cheek.

Pietro made a disgusted face. He never liked babies or kids. He wanted them all gone. The world would be such a safer place without the constant fear of losing one of them.

His mother chose that moment to walk in. She squealed and ran over to the baby. "He's back!" She took Sebastian out of her son's arms and carried him into another part of the apartment.

He heard his mother cooing at the spoiled brat. Was he annoyed? Yes. Was he to the point of killing the bastard? Maybe. If it came down to it, Pietro could do whatever the hell he wanted to.

Sure, Silvano had paid him, but that doesn't mean he owns him. That would mean that Pietro would own a handful of guys. Two or three at most, but still enough to start his own little company.