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

Mateo wanted to protest but the look on her face told him now was not the time to argue with her, so he silently complied. But Alessia had other ideas. She thought that as long as River didn't know about it, it wouldn't hurt her.

Alessia Adesso was not going to wait around to take revenge on whichever scum bag had the audacity to hurt her niece and nephew.

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It had been two days since the incident. River had no choice but to take on her duty as a doctor while she was at the hospital.

Kiara was still recovering. The little girl had a broken jaw, sprained neck and a broken arm along with the other wounds on her head.

It was a sight River wished she wasn't punished with to see. After all, which mother can sleep in peace after seeing her daughter battered and bruised?

But more than sadness, River harbored anger. And not just towards whoever the perpetrator of the accident was.

She was angry towards Mateo because he had done it again. He had fled instead of facing the problem. He visited their daughter once and after seeing the condition she was in, he refused to visit her anymore.

Kiara cried for her father plenty of times and River had to make up a new excuse every single time so as to not harm their bond because of her baby daddy's stupidity.

She always got mad at him when he ran away instead of discussing their problems with one another. But this was the next level unforgivable thing to do. This was their daughter, their daughter who wanted to see her Papa.

River sighed as she placed her hand on her eyes, hoping the heat from her palm would help with the throbbing pain in her head.

"You okay?"

River opened her eyes to see that it was Victor. Well, at least he and Davis stuck around.

"I am fine. Just tired." The surgeon shrugged. She had had a rough day.

"Your shift is over right? Maybe you should go home?" He asked.

River gave him a look.

She loved her son. And she missed him. But she was not going anywhere until her babies' father showed up and assured her that he would take care of their little girl while she rested.

But no, Mateo had decided on being a coward this time. Alessia told her that he had made a vow to not show his face to his daughter until he killed whoever hurt her, but River was pissed at him for his foolishness. His little girl didn't care about who hurt her. What she needed at the moment was her father's unconditional love and what was the use of his revenge and vow and whatever if he could not give his kid the one thing she wanted?

Her gear beeped and she looked at it. She had a message from Aaron Grady, Dmitri Petrov's right hand man and father of Lucas' best friend.

She whipped out her phone from her pocket and opened the messaging app.

This is about to get a lot messier. You need to come to VIP room 12 ASAP.

River's eyebrows knitted together when she read this. What was that supposed to mean?

She was not aware of the patient in the VIP room but she trusted Aaron enough to go there, asking Victor to go to Kiara's room.

There was no one outside VIP room one unlike other occupied VIP rooms which had at least one bodyguard outside.

She knocked before pushing the door open, her eyes widening in shock at the sight in front of her.

"What happened?" She asked, walking closer to the battered and beat up Dmitri.

"Well, my men think it's Mateo's doing." The Russian Mafia man shrugged, flinching when the mere motion jolted a painful shock up his spine.

"And you don't?" River asked.

Personally, she didn't know what had happened to Dmitri but given what Mateo was probably doing, he could be the reason for the condition the younger brother of the Boss of the Russian Mafia was in.

"No, I don't."

River was surprised to hear the surety in his voice. It was like he knew exactly who did it, and yet, he didn't know anything except for the fact that Mateo Adesso had nothing to do with it.

"I think someone wants us to fight." He looked her in the eyes. "This is a dangerous third party, we are talking about."

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"And you believed him?"

River did not like the mocking laugh that bubbled out of Mateo's throat while he looked at her with a disbelieving expression on his face. "Oh come on River, you are better than that!"

"Well, you took the words right out of my lips." She rolled her eyes, watching her baby daddy taking out his metallic flask o alcohol and taking a huge swig out of it. He had gone completely cuckoo, hadn't he?

"Mateo-"

"The discussion is over, go to bed." He sighed and then a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "I will join you soon."

"We are at the hospital, Mateo." She pointed out and then pointed up, at the room up on the ninth floor. "And our daughter is up there."

Mateo's eyes hooded as soon as River mentioned their precious Kiara.

"She misses you."

Mateo took in a deep breath and let it out before getting up from the stone bench he was seated on.

"I will see you soon." He said and before River could say anything more, walked away.

River was beside herself with the frustration. She didn't know what made her do it, but she took off one of her sneakers and chucked it at her baby daddy's head, the footwear hitting bullseye.

He clutched the back of his head, as he turned on his heels, his face contorted in pain.

River felt the least guilty. She was seething with anger as she walked over to him to retrieve her sneaker.

Mateo waited until she put on her footwear before he hugged her, but River was having none of that. She shrugged him off and walked away in the opposite direction.

Mateo sighed as he watched his love walk away. Even he agreed that what he was being a coward, not having the guts to visit his little girl, but he had made a vow and he was going to fulfill it because he felt that he could not be called a father if he did not do it.