🔪 BABYSITTING THE LITTLE MOBSTER🔪
🍧From nanny, to mummy… 🍧
📖📖 Chapter Fifteen. 1️⃣5️⃣
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🍷 MR. CONSIGLIERE 🍷
GENRE: Dark romance & Thriller
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Setting: New York City 21st century
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Lord Dom couldn’t stop thinking about how he might have encountered Celia that he found himself interested in her recovery.
He went out for his morning jog as usual, and his daughter joined him.
“Daddy, when wili I get to see Celia?”
“She will be discharged today,”
“Wow. So that mean I’ll get to see her today?”
“Aria, why did you choose Celia?”
“Because I like her,”
“Why do you like her?”
“Just because…”
“Because she is young?”
“No,”
“What if I hire another nanny for you? As young as her,”
“Did anything happen to Celia? You promised to save her!”
“And I did,”
“So why do I need a new nanny?!”
“Because she is too weak to be your nanny. She passed out from fright of the incidence. She might not want to be your nanny anymore,”
“Daddy…”
“If you really like Celia, we will give her a choice. We will ask her what she wants, if she wants to be your nanny or leave,”
“And if she chose to leave?”
“Then we will let her go. That’s the only way we can compensate her for saving you. Diego couldn’t even do it,”
“I don’t want her to leave…” she winced.
“Should we ask her what she wants, or should we force to be your nanny against her wish?”
“I don’t want that. She applied for the interview because she wants to be my nanny!”
“So let’s give her another choice now, because she saved your life. I’ll give her that choice and we will find another nanny for you,”
“NO!” she shouted, and ran back to her quarters.
“Boss, why do you want her to leave? We agreed on training her,”
“I changed my mind. She might not be from the East, Jake, but I encountered her in Chicago so I want to lay a bait for her,”
“A bait? What do you plan to do?”
“The choice she makes will determine what I’ll do. Go to Aria, she is sulking, I have business to attend to,” with that, he patted Jake’s shoulder before leaving.
He headed to the medical facility and met the Doctor on his way and she assured him that Celia was fine and ready to leave.
He was about to place a knock on the door when she suddenly opened the door and was startled to see him.
He nibbled the nail to the wall, and the excitement on her face already answered part of his questions— she might just be a college student who is desperate for money but when she request for a question, his suspicion raised again.
“If that’s your wish, I’ll answer it honestly,” he said, already anxious
“Are you Mr. Dragon?” she said.
He remembered what she called him on their first encounter, and when she was unconscious and he started to wonder if there was more to that word as he looked at her, confused,
“My nightstand… was it you?” she asked, and his eyes widened.
The sudden question brought a lot of questions to his mind as well because he couldn’t remember what happened that night, in Chicago.
“Nightstand?” he repeats, and she nodded in fear.
“I… I… it’s because of that tattoo…. I’m just curious,”
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
“Hun?” she grumbled.
“That’s the answer to your question, I don’t know. I believe I have granted your wish, someone will lead the way to Aria’s quarter. Now, I’ve repaid the debt,”
“What? Is that it? No, I mean… that’s not what I wanted do say…” she almost cried and he spun around to leave, “Please, give me a second chance!” she cried, staring at his retreating back.
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Celia was escorted to Aria’a quarter and she couldn’t stop blaming herself for wasting an opportunity.
“What good will it do if he was your nightstand”.
“Who cares about him being your nightstand?”
You got a lifetime opportunity and threw it out like nothing,”
Her subconscious kept on reminding her of how gullible she was, and she agreed. She has always been gullible: she was gullible enough to date her ex boyfriend, to attend the interview and also waste a huge deal. She has always been gullible, and her gullible self was the only one to be blamed for all her misfortunes.
“I should’ve wished for billions of dollars and leave here unharmed,” she almost cried.
“Celia! I thought you would leave,” Aria cried, and ran into her embrace.
“Aria, why’re you crying?” she asked, wiping her tears —who would’ve thought that the princess of the underworld also cries.
“Daddy said he will let you leave if you’re going to leave or stay. I thought you would leave me too, like mummy, and like Jossy,” she said, and Celia smiled sadly.
Not leaving was her regret, but at least she was able to console the little girl with her presence.
“I am not going anywhere, Aria, where else can I be privileged to be with a princess,” she said, and Aria smiled.
Celia smiled sadly because if she was given another chance and her gullible self got in the way, she would gullibly choose to leave the place even if she won’t leave with a dime.
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She went to her room later to relax and the event that happened during the hunt replayed on her head. She’s more traumatized by the event than her experience with the loan shark big boss. After the incidence, she completely forget about the big boss, and worry more about herself for shooting someone.
Thinking of who to confide in, she took her phone and searched for Emma on instagram. She had been contemplating contacting Emma all these while because she knew the phone is bugged, but this time she refused to care.
She might not know Emma’s phone number, but she knows her instagram handle.
💬*Emma… what do I do?* she texted, and put her phone away.
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Lord Dom went to his office and couldn’t stop thinking about Celia’s question so he summoned Jake to his office.
“Boss “
“You once said something about that nanny having a nightstand at a club, the same club I was attacked,”
“Yes, boss,”
“Did you confirmed who the person was?”
“No, boss, I didn’t,”
“Tom was the one who found me… Geez… bring Chris over,”
“Yes, Boss,”
He ran his finger through his hair already frustrated when the door opened, and Jake walked in with Chris.
“Chris, what really happened to me in Chicago?” he asked.
“Boss, Tom already gave you the details,”
“And I just asked you to recap!” he yelled, and threw the glass on his table at Chris, causing his head to bleed.
“After your meeting with Lord Luca in Chicago, you left to receive a call, and that was it. We dispatched later on to search for you and Tom found you at a club,”
“Was I alone?”
“He said you were with a woman, obviously a wh0re,”
“Why didn’t he mention that?”
“Because he thought it was a passing nightstand?”
“Stupld! I suddenly lost my memories, wasn’t he supposed to relay all the details to me? If it’s passing nightstand, that’s for me to decide! Get out!” he lashed, and Chris ran out immediately.
“Boss, did you remember who she was?” Jake asked.
“I can’t remember anything. Send for the Doctor. Now!”
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The Doctor arrived almost immediately and ran some tests on him.
“So, are you trying to tell me that there is no medication that can help me recover those memories? I was attacked! Someone tried to klll me! I need to know them,”
“Boss, something significant that happened that day… a recap of that could trigger your memories,”
“Something significant? But I can’t even remember anything,”
“Boss, we both know there is something you’re fighting. Go for it,”
“Go for what?”
“What’s running on your mind. That event that you thought happened and it’s bothering you. Go for it, it could be the way,”
“I had a nightstand, but she wasn’t a wh0re,”
“Who was it?”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure. But it’s all related to my attack in Chicago,”
“Do you have a guess? Who it might be?”
“I’m not sure, but I want to recover,”
“Then let’s follow our heart,” she said, and Lord Dom chuckled.
“Then I need to confirm it. You’re excused,”
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Lord Dom left his office immediately after the Doctor, and made his way to Aria’s quarter, heading straight to Celia’s room.
He ignored the greetings of the men he walked past until he got to Celia’s room and placed a hard knock on the door.
He was about to knock again when the door suddenly slammed open and Celia was taken aback upon seeing him.
“What…” she stuttered in fear, and he entered the room.
She counted her step back in fear, and each step she counted backward, he walked closer until she fell on the bed and he stood closer to her, with a strict face.
“You asked about your nightstand in Chicago, why do you ask me about that?”
“That… I…”
“Why did you ask me that? Aren’t you supposed to remember that yourself?”
“I… my drink… I only saw the tattoo, I was dizzy… I couldn’t remember anything,”
“If that’s the case, there can only be one way to confirm it,” he said, moving his face down to hers.
She subconsciously closed her eyes as he moved his face down to hers but his ringing phone made him retreat and he picked his call immediately.
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📞*What? He’s back?* he said, and hurried out of the room.
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“Daddy, why are you here?” Aria asked, and he looked at her.
“He’s around,”
“Who?”
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The men at Lord Dom mansion assembled as few cars pulled into the driveway, and one of the men went to open the door for a man in his mid-sixties.
He alighted from the car and looked around breathing in fresh air.
“Mr. Cason,” Lord Dom called, and the man bowed slightly.
His’s Joffrey Cason, the driving force behind Lord Dom leadership and success, his consigliere. Mr. Cason was the hidden gem that helped his father overthrow all the powerful mafia bosses in New York and brought together the four areas before the East revolt.
Lord Dom doesn’t only respect Mr. Cason, he also feared him because he is the only man who knows about all the secrets in the organization and managed to bring everyone together, he was also Jake’s father.
“Grandpa!” Aria shouted when she saw him and ran into his embrace.
He was also the only outsider than Aria regarded as a family, although he wasn’t completely an outsider.
“Our Little Lady is all grown Mr. Cason said, and carried Aria up.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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