The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

"Yes Mommy." They said in unison.

"And you don't hit people." She added pointedly, her eyes specifically on her little boy.

And they nodded. "Okay Mommy."

River smiled at them. "Now finish your food so that we can go to the park."

And their face lit up at once.

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Mateo gritted his teeth as Adam took another puff of his cigarette, watching his best friend and Capo with a smug look plastered on his face. If he could reach over, he would have wasted no second in wiping that look off his face but sadly Mateo couldn't move his leg and was too tired from the medication.

"I am sorry sir but could you not do that?" The nurse, Susan, asked him timidly.

"I will do as I please." He replied, his voice cold.

She nodded quickly and looked down.

Mateo raised an eyebrow at him. He winked taking another puff.

This was bloody torture!

"When is Dr. Johnson coming again?" He asked the nurse, who looked up, her eyes darting uncertainly between him and Adam before settling back on him.

"Probably tomorrow evening." She said in a low voice.

"Why?" Adam sat up, glaring at the woman. "Shouldn't he be checking in on his patients regularly?"

"She." Mateo corrected him. "Dr. Johnson's a woman."

"No wonder!" He scoffed.

"Dr. Johnson is a very busy surgeon." Mateo turned to the nurse, a slight smirk tugging at his lips at her sudden raise in voice. "The residents and interns will do the routine check-ups and rounds."

"Did I ask you?" Adam glared at her and she quickly looked down again, gulping visibly.

"That's enough Adam." Mateo gave his best friend a look.

"I am bored." He shrugged, taking another puff.

Mateo shook his head. Of all the men she could have asked to take care of him, his mom had to go and choose the most exasperating human to ever walk the earth.

Adam Smith was his best friend since he was in his teens and he trusted no one as much as he did him, but this moron was not the best to be around when you were bedridden.

"Go home." Mateo smirked, knowing very well what his response was going to be.

"And get ripped to pieces by the Boss wife? No thanks." He narrowed his eyes at Mateo while he laughed. Pussy.

"But honestly you moron, are you alright?" He asked, crushing the cigarette and tossing it in the bin to the side. "It isn't one of the usual flesh wound we attain during a shootout. This one really caused some serious damage."

"It may look serious idiot but I was shot in the leg. I don't think I would have died from that." Mateo rolled his eyes. Adam really was a softie inside.

"Could he have died?" Adam turned to the nurse, sounding polite now.

She looked up and cleared her throat before she spoke. "If they had rushed and skipped the blood test, they would have administered the anesthetic and he definitely would have died."

Adam took a sharp intake of breath which made the nurse pause, her eyes showing fear.

"Continue." He said coldly.

"But he was luckily assessed by Dr. Erwin first. He is very calm and doesn't take any rash decision. So Dr. Johnson was shown the blood tests and she took measures accordingly." She finished.

Mateo turned to Adam. "Send another envelope to Dr. Erwin."

He nodded and quickly sent the accountant the message.

"I am glad he got to you." Adam chuckled as he sat down. "Just imagine how humiliating it would be if a Capo of the Sicilian Mafia died from a bullet on the leg!"

The duo realized his mistake a bit too late and looked up when they heard a visible gasp. Mateo mentally cursed Adam for saying that out loud.

Mateo dug his hand under the pillow and pulled out his silver gun. Her eyes widened as she stood there shocked, trembling with fear.

"You didn't hear what he just said." He said emotionlessly, cocking the gun in her direction.

She nodded her head quickly, still trembling.

"I need another nurse." She nodded again.

"Leave." Adam growled. "And remember, not a word about this. To anyone."

She quickly gathered her stuff from the desk and hurried out, struggling to open the door with her shaking hands. As soon as she left the room, Mateo turned to his second in command,

"That was all your fault!"

He shrugged before smirking. "I don't care."

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It took Mateo all of his self-control to not put a bullet through the brunette who was desperately trying to get him to notice her cleavage.

Adam and Leonardo sat on the couch laughing while he just glared at the closed door.

His hands itched to pull out his gun and shoot his best friend in the crotch for the torture he was putting him through.

After Susan left, a male nurse had stayed in her station until his shift ended. The nurse doing night duty was a woman named Rachel. She was young, around the age of Dr. Johnson, and did her job without gawking at the Italian Capo too much. But the nurse who took over Susan's shift today morning was a puttana who put on a show whenever possible. (puttana – whore)

Leonardo had flown back to New York as soon as the meeting was over. He promised he will stay back with his cousin so that Katrina could go back to Italy with Alessio, Luigi and Abrianna because Abrianna needed her there at her Sicily villa for a few days to prepare for a party she was holding and she had thought her party was more important than her own grandson's health.

She couldn't help it. She lacked feelings.

It was past three and Mateo had been visited by resident doctors twice, one of them took him to do some tests as well. He said it looked better now.

Good.

Mateo didn't want any more complications.

But he did want to see a certain curly haired lioness.