The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (little readers TXT) 📕

"Victor, please!" Jacqueline whispered, hoping that the kids didn't wake up. 

"Do you want to be thrown out of here? Jacqueline?" His voice was low, dangerous. It was different from how she remembered it - as the annoying voice of her best friend's bodyguard, who could never get his job right. But now that she realized what was really going on, she knew that what she once thought to be his incompetence, was actually him deliberately trying to get her best friend kidnapped or killed. "You want your darling little niece and nephew alone with me? I don't think I will have much patience with them if you aren't here as their nanny." 

Tears trickled down her eyes. It has been a month. It had been a month since they had gotten stuck in this apartment in the middle of god knows where. And she had tried her best, tried every possible trick and taken advantage of every possible moment but she was still stuck here with the kids. 

"They are children, Victor." She pleaded with him. "They are five years old. What did they ever do to you?" 

"They are the five year olds of the person I hate the most in the world." He chuckled. "I feel sorry for Dr. Johnson. I really do." He took a sip of his whiskey. "She is a wonderful woman and she does not deserve whatever she must be going through because of the kidnapping of her precious kids. BUT, they also have the blood of Mateo Adesso, Capo of the New York Unit of the Sicilian Mafia, and future Boss of the Sicilian Mafia, coursing through their veins. So I really don't feel any sympathy for those two vermins, Jacqueline." 

Jacqueline closed her eyes and gulped down the lump in her throat. She wanted to scream and yell at him like she used to, but it was clear that she was not in the kind of situation where she will be able to do that. 

One, she was scared for her life. What if she accidentally flipped a switch and he just pulled out his gun and blast her brain? 

Two, she was scared that even in the situation that he got annoyed to the point that he just decided to chuck her out of wherever this place was, what is, as he said, he did something to the kids. 

She didn't have much people of her own. Of the little people she had, the Johnson family played a major part. And she helped raise the twins. She was like a second mother to them, and she was not going to abandon her little ones now. That's why today and a month ago, when she was given the choice to walk away, she didn't take it. She knew River. She will find them. Jacqueline just needed to stay put and protect the kids until they got here. 

Jacqueline turned on her heels and walked back to the room she shared with the kids. 

Victor had been generous with the number of toys and games that he had bought for the kids, to keep them occupied. 

He still had some humanity left in him, or so Jacqueline liked to believe. And it was this tiny speck of humanity that she wanted to appeal to. But so far, nothing she said worked. 

"Aunt Jackie..." Kiara's sweet little voice reached her ears and Jacqueline rushed to her side. 

"Yeah baby?"

"I want Mommy." She said, her voice hoarse with sleep. 

"I know baby. I told Mommy to get here as soon as possible but you know how important her job is right? She needs to save lives." 

"But it's been so long." She pouted. "And Papa isn't coming either."

"You know how Papa is always in a different city right? He is busy with work." Jacqueline said, her voice almost cracking. "And Mommy has been trying to get out  of  the hospital but people just keep coming, asking for her help."

"Don't you save lives to?" She asked. 

Jacqueline smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I help save lives too. But your Mommy has asked me to take care of you both while she is away. Me and Victor. And so we are going nowhere until she gets here." 

Kiara pouted, thinking for a moment before saying, "I want peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." 

Jacqueline let out a sad chuckle. Bless her five year old heart that she was not terrified like Jacqueline was. 

"You stay here." She said. "I will get them for you."

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"William Morris." Michelia growled as she typed in the name to her database. 

"More like William Moron!" 

All of them turned to the new addition to the office. 

"Shut up, Petrov." Adam hissed. 

"What? He made perfect sense." Alessia was still drunk. 

"Sia, you need to sober up before I pour a bucket of ice over your head." River narrowed her eyes at her darling sister in law. 

"That  is exactly what I was going to say." Michelia hummed as she pressed 'enter'. 

"You know I can't flip a switch to sober up, right?" Alessia pouted and snuggled into the couch.

Searching...

Searching...

Searching...

No results. 

Michelia groaned as she leaned back on her chair. 

"Where the fuck did that Ian Sanders get information on Victor which I couldn't find?" Michelia asked. 

"As much as I am proud of myself for hiring him-" Dmitri started but was cut off by Leonardo.

"Save it, Petrov. We don't want to hear it  one more time." He said. 

Dmitri rolled his eyes. "What I am saying is, even I don't completely trust Ian Sanders. I felt as if he was..." 

"Hiding something just for the fun of it." Mateo spoke at last. He had been too silent for a while. 

"Is he playing with us?" River asked. 

"This is the only clue we have for the time being and we have to hold on to it." Mateo said. "We can't let it go just because that detective happens to like playing games." 

Everyone agreed with that. 

A phone rang and everyone turned to Dmitri who fished it out of his pockets. 

He took a deep breath when he saw that it was none other than Sergey Petrov, his older brother.