The Mafia's Boss Daddy

I'm not dead?

Craton's POV

"...mphhh"

Is this my death? Death land? OOOO, IS THAT A KIDDY PARK—WAIT. Nevermind, that's just light. Damn it.

I slowly open my eyes as the light comes through the window. I groan and turn over, hoping to block out the light.

"Hey baby. How are you?"

WHAT?! I instantly open my eyes and turn towards the voice. "Who the he—" everything comes back to me in that moment. This is "the boss."

...Shit!

"Hey, hey, it's okay. No need to be scared. You're safe now. Don't worry." He gently rubs my back. I shiver at the touch.

"...Why did you take me? And why am I dressed like this? Who are you?" I asked, wanting answers here and now.

The boss scratches his head. "Well, I saw you and knew I had to have you. So as we were restocking our things from your store, I decided to take you under my care," he says, proud of himself. He won't be after I give him a blue eye—

"And these are your clothes! Don't be silly! Everyone wears clothes, baby," he says, overly cheery.

"You're asking for a punch, aren't you?" I say, irritated. THIS DUDE IS GOING DOWN.

"No, teaching you what clothes are," he says smirking. Yeah, he really IS. I glare at him.

"And I'm your daddy—" I jump on him before he can finish. He easily grabs me and holds tight. I struggle hard. I use all my energy before I know it. "Please just take me back! I was just a poor idiot who had no life. Why must you do this to the unfortunate soul? My life already sucks enough, please!" I beg him. I'm on the verge of tears.

He hugs me tighter and rubs my back. "I didn't take you to make your life suck more. I took you because I knew I could improve your life, for the better. You didn't deserve that nor how you were treated. I know life hasn't been great for you, that's why I want to help. Give you the love and care you have always needed. Working in a department store is not going to help you much," he explains, petting my head. "It's the only job I could get, AND YOU RUINED THAT. Now I will have no means of work or money," I exclaim. He shushes me.

"It'll be okay. Don't worry about that. I'm here to help you. You won't ever need to worry again, okay?" I grumble. He pinches my side. "Ow!" "You need to get more strength. I worry about your weight," he says, patting my stomach. I twist away a bit. "My weight is fine. At least I'm not fat," I huff out.

"You're too underweight for me, baby," he says, petting me. I pout. "I don't need to get fat" I push his hand away.

He rests his hand on my leg, "it's not getting fat, it's being healthy. You want to be healthy, baby," he says. I just look away. He squeezes me a bit.

"Well, as you are up now, shall I introduce you to the family?" He asks. I just look at him. What? Family? "What family?" I voice out. "The gang. We are a family," he cheerily says. I'm confused. "You mean the mafia...that came into...MY department store...AND RAIDED IT?!" I shout in his face. He looks passive at that. Oh he better explain—

"Welllll, it's a thing we do every month. Some stores know us but we aren't harmful—" I scoff at that. "We usually just tell everyone we aren't there to hurt anyone and we are just restocking. I got side tracked by you, so I forgot to say that to everyone and the police was called—" "GOOD! Why are you not in jail?!" "Because we got away. And they dare shoot bullets," "Well duh. You were not suppose to get away. They will shoot if you don't fucking stop," "I'm not stupid. I know. But that was still wrong of them. Luckily I had a shield to protect you and I from getting hurt," he says gently. I just sigh. This idiot.

Knock!

He looks up from me, "come—" I jump on him. He is not letting anyone in! I cover his mouth with my body! "Mmmf! Mmm!"

Knock knock!

"Mmmf!" He tries to grab me. I dodge it but keep his mouth covered. I ain't letting others freely come in and see me like this!

"Boss?"

I put a pillow over his mouth and dodge his hands when they were about to pick me up. I grab the blankets and put them over him!

Am I preventing him from talking? Yes. Am I suffocating him? Probably. Am I doing it on purpose? No.

He struggles really hard. I'm too busy to realize he is probably suffocating. It's when I hear a muffled scream that I realize he does need to breathe. I forget about the original problem and struggle to get all the blankets and pillows off him. When I do, it takes him a minute to realize he can breathe in air again. I freak out in that minute and put my mouth over his, putting air into him again. He immediately starts breathing again and I back off.

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize you needed to breathe!" I bow my head while on my hands and knees already. Tears come to my eyes, With the realization I almost killed him. Once he gets enough air, he grabs me and I'm afraid he will hurt me, so I close my eyes, terrified. He surprises me with a hug. He holds me for a few minutes.

"It's okay. I didn't know you were so scared. I should respect that for now. That was my fault, you just reacted naturally. It's okay, everything is okay," he reassures while I cry silently. I mumble apologies anyway. He just holds me more and pets me.

It's when we both hear another knock that we remember someone was outside. I look at him with my tear filled eyes, scared but not doing anything.

"Don't worry, I'll take it outside. I'll be back soon, so don't hurt yourself with tears or guilt, okay? Everything is okay," he reassures again, wiping my tears away and kissing my head. I slowly nod.

He gets up and goes to the door.

I put the blanket over me and curl up. I'm such an idiot, reacting so stupidly. I almost killed a guy! Why do I always fuck up? Tears come to my eyes with these thoughts.

Creek.

He opens the door. "Dude, be more quiet. The baby is having a hard time," he says softly. "Oh. Sorry boss, didn't realize," "it's okay. Just remember that. Now what is it?" He asks, closing the door behind him.

Now it's silent and my thoughts torture me once more...