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

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She said, her words slurring a little. 

Adam sighed again - and she was drunk. 

"Come on Sia, let's go to the range and blast some heads." He said, dragging her with him. "You will feel much better after that." 

"I don't think anything less than the head of the assholes who kidnapped my babies will be able to make me feel better."  She slurred in Italian. 

"Um... Care to translate for the poor secret boyfriend?" Adam asked, cringing at the fact that he had just addressed himself as the 'secret boyfriend'. He just hoped that Alessia didn't remember any of it after she revived and all of this bullshit was over. 

"I SAID THAT I DON'T FUCKING THINK THAT ANYTHING LESS THAN THE FUCKING HEADS OF THE FUCKING ASSHOLES WHO KIDNAPPED MY DARLING LITTLE BABIES WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER!" She yelled in his ears, making him flinch and want to pull away, but the woman had his head in a kind of headlock and so he had to bear with the torture. 

"God, you are a handful!" Adam exclaimed. 

"Should have thought about that before getting inside my pants." She groaned, clutching her head as they reached the basement of the house, which Adam had converted into a shooting range because why not?

"Should I remind you that you were the one who threw yourself at me?" Adam rolled his eyes as they reached one of the booths. "And threatened to castrate me if I didn't play along?" 

Alessia narrowed her eyes at him and then let out a huff before turning to the wall onto which a hundred varieties of guns. She went for a sniper rifle, didn't care which model - Alessia could do with any gun. She was one of the best shots in the Mafia, if not the best shot in the Mafia. And it was something that she was extremely proud of. She had completely turned her life around. From a victim of domestic violence and rape, she had turned into an assassin. 

But she still hadn't killed off the last of her rapist, her abuser, her husband. 

The truth was that, she had thought that her father or brothers would do that for her. 

Take revenge for what she had gone through. 

And she was waiting to this day, after years. 

But they hadn't done anything. Yes, they got mad and pointed guns at Antonio but they never pulled the trigger. Why? Because he was a useful piece of shit. And the Mafia business mattered more than her, right? And of course there was her grandmother, who still treated that vermin like some golden human. 

Alessia looked over at Adam, who was leaning against the booth with his hands folded, his head tilted upward as he thought of something - probably about what else they could probably do to find the children.

A smirk formed on her face. 

Maybe it was time she stopped waiting for her useless father and brothers to do the deed for her. 

She was going to kill Antonio as soon as the babies were found. 

How else was she going to marry this useless, dumb piece of shit?

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"Mateo!" Dmitri exclaimed as soon as he saw the Capo and then his eyes fell on River. "And Doctor!" 

"Fuck off.." Mateo grunted and entered the restaurant while River took Dmitri's outstretched hand which Mateo had intentionally ignored. 

"Honestly Dmitri, we are both too tired for this." River sighed as they entered the restaurant. 

"I know I know." Dmitri sighed. "I was just trying to brighten up the mood, which I know again, will probably only be brightened up when we find pretty little Kiara and that handsome, Mateo's clone, Lucas." 

Dmitri was simply testing out their names, because they sound too good rolling out of his tongue, but it made tears well up in River's eyes. 

"Hey, we will find them." Dmitri gave her a side hug before all of them took their seats in the private booth that Dmitri had reserved for them. 

"Where is he?" Mateo asked impatiently. 

"He has reached the parking." Dmitri said, "He will be here in a moment." 

"I hate that man." Mateo growled under his breath. 

"You hate this man too." River pointed at Dmitri who pouted sadly while Mateo gave him a flat look. 

"Don't worry Mateo." Dmitri chuckled, taking up the menu. "I will be out of your hair as soon as the kids are found and we deal with whoever killed my sister and tried to start this scuffle between our families." 

"Can't wait." Mateo said. 

River rolled her eyes. Never in her life could she ever hope Mateo to get along with anyone from the Russian Mafia. 

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." Said the new voice. The three turned to him, and Detective Ian Sanders smiled down at them. 

River felt chills run up her spine. Her hunch was never wrong. This man was trouble. All she wanted to know was that if he was trouble in ways which made her wish that he was dead. 

He quickly sat down and opened his laptop. 

"So, I have been working on the case very diligently, especially with two children involved." He said as he typed away in his laptop. "Though I wish you would tell me why you didn't get the cops involved."

"Because they are useless." Mateo said without missing a beat. 

"Because they should use their resources in helping people who don't have the means to help themselves. We happen to have our own resources." River said, giving Mateo the eye. 

Dmitri and Ian were probably two of Mateo's least liked set of people. And he was all the more mad at Dmitri for involving Ian in this, but he could not complain as, as of now, Ian was the only one who had made some headway. 

"This guy!" Ian turned his laptop around so that it was facing the other three. "Have any idea who this is?" 

River shrugged. She had never seen the burly looking man. 

"I remember him from somewhere." Mateo stroked his beard, which had grown unruly and wild due to the lack of grooming.