The Mafia's Teacher

CHAPTER 19

Well now I'm sitting in an Uber with a 6 year old going to a mafia leaders house. Fantastic.

I should of called the police... or just waited with Daisy? What the hell am I doing. I don't even know anymore.

As the Uber crept slowly up the driveway, I looked at Daisy to find her stargazing out the window.

"Alright sweet, what are we going to do now? I am going to be very impressed if you are about to tell me you have a key." I joked.

"I d-don't, but I d-do know where one is." Daisy exclaimed, smiling up at me. Her tears from her face quickly disappeared.

Wow. This girl.

"Right well...that's incredibly impressive Daisy! Now where is this key kept?"

"Under the doormat."

Well, for a mafia household with incredibly important business, their safety measures are questionable. Who keeps a key under the doormat?

I quickly helped Daisy out of the car and thanked the Uber. Watching the car descend down the drive, Daisy and I made our way to the front door.

After fiddling under the doormat for the key, it eventually reached my hands. I pushed it slowly through the lock and twisted it to hear the clicking sound. We are in!

"Right Daisy, I know this is all a little old, and I'm sure your dad will come back very soon, but how about we find something to eat? I'm sure you are hungry!"

"Mhm! C-can we have carbonara p-please? D-daddy makes the best one!" Daisy then looked up at me with puppy eyes.

How could I say no to her.

"This is a lot of pressure Daisy! You know I'm not Italian, but I'll try my best. How about you go upstairs and get changed, I'll try and find your dad and make dinner, hm?"

"Ok! C-can I have chocolate m-milk with it too?"

"Of course you can sweetie, now hurry up before I make it and eat it all to myself!"

And with that her face dropped and she sprinted upstairs. Way to get a job done!

Now to go into the kitchen and try my best to make and Italian dish in and Italian household. Not my household may I add.

To my luck, the fridge was fully stocked. These guys have good taste!

After boiling the pasta and making the creamy sauce, I added the bacon and shovelled it into two bowls.

I found a drawer labelled 'petal' in the kitchen, and found her cutlery and crockery in there.

Daisy joined me soon after and gobbled down her food like there's was no tomorrow. To be fair, I did the exact same thing.

After chatting and giggling at some of Daisy's very questionable jokes, I decided to try and call Lorenzo one more time. And of course he did not answer. What the hell is going on?

"Hey Daisy! Why don't you go to bed, it's getting quite lat-"

I was interrupted by a smashing sound and heavy footsteps coming from the office.

These were not friendly footsteps.

"Daisy...hide."

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