🔪 BABYSITTING THE LITTLE MOBSTER🔪
🍧From nanny, to mummy… 🍧
📖📖 Chapter Eleven. 1️⃣1️⃣
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🍷 THE HUNT🍷
GENRE: Dark romance & Thriller
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Setting: New York City 21st century
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Celia watched Aria who was excitedly preparing for the hunt and she exhaled heavily thinking of a way to escape it. No matter how she think about it, the thought of being there was making her feel unease. She had a feeling that something bad might happen to her.
“Celia, are you worried about the hunt?” Aria asked.
“Have you ever go hunting before?”
“Not really. I just watch daddy while he hunt. He got big catch and I use my Catapult; so boring, but it will be fun this time since I’ll learn to shoot. I’ll make sure to catch something big,” she said.
“And I must be there, right?” she asked, and Aria shot her a glare.
“We don’t want to keep daddy waiting. Jake isn’t even going to be there and you want to slack behind as well,”
“Why won’t Jake be there?”
“Because he is wounded. Don’t worry, Celia, it’s going to be more fun than those creepy Disney princesses,”
“I doubt,” Celia grumbled, as they both head out together.
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Bianca inhaled heavily after preparing everything she need for the hunt, and Jay joined her.
“Lord Dom is waiting for you at the parking lot,”
“And Aria?”
“She is waiting there with Lord Dom,”
“How many men are there in total?”
“Eleven,”
“And Jake?”
“Lord Dom didn’t change the list. But Jake was seen going to Lord Dom’s office, he doesn’t seem pleased with the exclusion,”
“Dominic is no fo0l, I’m sure he already knew that I’m plotting something against him,”
“So, what do we do?”
“We will stick to the plan. Getting rid of Aria is the only way. He broke our engagement because he met that woman. Even after her d£ath, she still left a piece of herself behind and that kid is no ordinary kid! She is always an obstacle to me. I tried several times to buy her to my side, but she just hates my guts. So getting rid of her is the only way,”
“My lady… but if we fail…”
“We mustn’t! That’s why we can’t be relent, we must not fail. Jay, it’s either we win or we dle. Do you understand?”
“Yes,”
“I mustn’t fail. I just have to get rid of that brat for Dominic to be free. I just need us to go back to how we were,”
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FLASHBACK***
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Many years ago when the mafia bosses in New York City were all alliance before the East revolt. The mafia bosses met together in an underground mansion where they always hold their regular meetings.
Teenage Bianca sat alone in the garden. Her father insisted that she travel with him down south to meet her supposed betrothed for the first time.
She sat alone staring at the butterflies flying around when a bullet passed by her head and shot one of the butterflies flying around.
“Ahh!” she flinched in fear, and turned to see Dominic who was thrilled by her reaction, “What did you do that?” she lashed.
“It’s making you sad, so I just got rid of it,”
“No one said that. I never said I was sad or it’s making me sad!”
“You don’t have to say it. From now henceforth, I’ll get rid of whatever is making you sad even if you don’t say it, my lady,”
“My lady… who are you?”
“Somome that you wili spend the rest of your life with. Father said it will be a marriage of convenience and I don’t have to like you, but what can I do, u kuke you already,”
“You… you’re Dominic?”
“It’s a pleasure meeting you Lady Bianca, I’m Dominic, the son of the dragon lord, your betrothed,” he said, walking closer to her.
Each step he took closer, she counted back in fear. She has heard a lot about him, he was just as heinous as his father and she has always been scared of him even though she never met him.
He rushed his steps towards her and grabbed her waist catching her unaware.
“What do you plan to do with me?” she stuttered in fear.
“What do you think? Considering how close we are standing, it’s either I kiss you or fvck you,” he teased, and released her.
“You said you would get rid of anything for me. Do you mean it?”
“Do you want me to get rid of your father?”
“How…”
“You should do that yourself. I also don’t like my father so I train hard to beat him. That’s the only way I can get him out of my way,”
“I’m not strong like you,”
“He hit you,” he said, and she tried to cover her bruised hand.
“I can never beat him,”
“I can’t get rid of your father because he is yours, but I can help you become strong so you can do it yourself. You should get rid of what’s yours, yourself,”
“You’ll really help me?”
“In return, you won’t demand anything when we get married. I don’t want to be devoted, I hate devotions, and you won’t make a fuss from it,”
“I thought you like me,”
“I like every wh0re I fvcked!” he blurted, and she kicked him.
“Ouch,” he winced, pretending to tremble.
“You think I’m a wh0re?”
“If you feel offended get stronger than me so you can beat me. I’ll be devoted if you beat me,”
“Then I’ll beat you, and you will train me to,”
“Deal. You just have to beat me. See you around, my trainee,” he waved, and she smiled, staring at his retreating back.
He was a j£rk as she heard, but he was an annoyingly cute j£rk.
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FLASHBACK ENDS***
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Bianca emptied her glass of wine and glanced at Jay.
“Jay. We can’t fail. Keep that in mind,”
“Yes, my lady,”
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Everyone going for the hunt assembled in the parking lot and left in their respective cars.
Aria rode with her father in the company of Celia, while Bianca rode behind them in her own van, and the men following them rode in a separate van .
They arrived at the location of the hunt, and Bianca went to Aria.
“Aria, I thought you were going to ride with me,” Bianca said, and Aria walked past her.
“Are we still shooting?” Aria blurted, and spun around to look at her.
“Of course, we will,”
“Bianca, we have business to discuss,”
“Come on, I made a promise to Aria. Aria first,”
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They engaged in the shooting drill. Bianca taught her how to fire the gun, while Cella followed along.
“Celia, why don’t you try to handle the gun as well? I offered to teach you,” Bianca said..
“No, I will pass,”
“No, I insist,”
“Yes, Celia, you should learn,” Aria said.
They tried to reach Celia who was too terrified to handle the gun until they give up to begin their hunt.
“Aria, let’s play a game to see how good you are. Nanny, are you in?”
“Me? Why me?” Celia stuttered.
“What kind of game?” Aria asked.
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Bianca ordered her men to tie Celia to a tree. Celia struggled to free herself looking at Aria who seemed excited and Lord Dom who appeared unconcerned. They then tied a ball to the tree very close to her head
“Don’t worry, Celia, I won’t hurt you,” Aria assured.
“No, please… don’t,” Celia cried.
“She is a good actor,” Lord Dom thought.
“Aria, you just have to shoot the ball tied to the tree, let’s see how you do it. I’m sure that your nanny is not your target,” Bianca said, and Aria smiled.
“Will the gun really be mine if I succeed?” Aria asked, grinning broadly.
“I always keep my promise,” Bianca said, and Aria smiled.
“Don’t worry, Celia, I won’t hurt you,” Aria assured, ignoring Celia who is in tears.
Lord Dom who stood next to Aria held her hand and fired the gun.
“Arghh!” Celia screamed.
“Daddy, why?” Aria yelled.
“Let the real hunt begin. The gun is yours now,” Lord Dom said, and Aria smiled.
Father and daughter engaged on their hunt with Bianca, shooting birds together.
Bianca and Lord Dom started discussing their business, and Aria ran into the woods searching what to shoot.
“Aria, be careful. I heard there is a wild boar down west. You’re no match for it,” Bianca warned, and Aria scoffed.
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Aria ran into the woods with Celia and Diego running after her.
“Aria, why are going deeper? There are many birds around,” Celia asked.
“I’m searching for the boar,”
“What?! The wild boar!”
“Don’t be too loud! You’re going to scare the boar away!”
“That would be better. Why should we go to the boar? I don’t understand you,”
“Celia, you wait behind, you will scare the boar away,”
“And why will I wait behind and allow you go on your own?”
“Bluntly saying, Celia, you can’t even do anything here. So just stay back, that’s an order, or I shoot you. And I’ll really do it! I have Diego with me. You are too scared to even fire a gun!” Aria snapped, and spun around in anger.
“Fine! Go and catch your boar for all I care!” Celia snapped, and left angrily.
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Aria ran deeper down west trying to find the boar with Diego trailing after her.
“Do you really think the boar is here?” Aria grumbled.
“Little lady…” Diego was saying, and he instantly held his head.
“Hey, are you alright?” Aria blurted.
“Hi, little lady,” a man said from behind— Jay.
“You. You were with Bianca. Are you also here to get the boar?”
“No, I’m here to escort you to the boar,”
“Ok, let’s go,” she said, and looked at Diego who fell to the ground.
“You should ignore him, he is probably on drugs, let’s go. The boar is that way,” he said, and she nodded.
She glanced at Diego who was struggling to walk before following Jay who gestured her to lead the way.
She walked deeper in the woods and started feeling unease so she turned to look at Jay.
“I don’t think the boar is here. Let’s go back,”
“Why? Are you scared of the boar?”
“Who are you to question me?” she snapped.
“I’m here do escort you safely,” he said, and aimed his gun at her.
“What? You want to shoot me? Do you dare?” she shouted, and aimed her gun at him.
“Who will tell? Obviously,m not me, and you won’t get to tell either,” he teased, and pulled the trigger.
“No…” Aria slurred, and fired her gun but he dodged ur.
“Aria!” Celia shouted, firing at the man from behind, and he collapsed to the ground immediately.
“Celia!” Aria shouted, and ran to Celia.
“No, I shot him. No, no, he is d£ad!” she whispered, trembling, before collapsing, hitting her head hard on a rock.
“Celia!” Aria shouted.
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Celia opened her eyes gently trying to scan her environment but her throbbing headache made her shut her eyes back, and she gently opened them but her vision was blurred.
“Are we ok?” she heard a familiar voice asked. It was that voice, the voice of her nightstand.
“Mr. Dragon…” she slurred looking at the dragon tattoo on his wrist —that was the only thing she could see.
“Are you ok?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I’m not ok…” she slurred, holding his hand
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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