4 - Meeting the brothers

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ROMEO'S POV

"Bébé, why don't you want to go to sleep?" I asked the love of my life as I watched her drink the coffee I made.

It hasn't been a long day but we already didn't get to have our good rest, especially when we found our still-not-sure daughter once again which was unexpected since we're in the middle of a mafia crisis. My first priorites are my children, my wife, and their mental health. I still want to take good care of them even though I'm d-mn dying here.

Until now, the heir of my mafia group who is my eldest son, still needed a bit of help. It is quite unusual but I'll do anything for him. And besides, Igor still has a grudge on trying to kill me.

The curls of Daleah's wavy hair makes her look adorable even though she stood awake with me. Her head turned to mine when I asked a question.

"I want to make our daughter comfortable on our bed. I don't think she has rested that long enough, judging on how her face looks with the deep eyebugs." Her lips spoke with an unusual sadness.

I do not like and want her to see in this state. It's not good if Daleah gets sad for a reason. But of course, she cares and worries for the little girl. There is a possible chance that the kid is our missing princess as I've observed their features enough. But I still wanted to check her DNA because some people just have similar faces.

Seeing Daleah's other hand close to mine, I held it gently. Our fingers slowly clawed together, feeling the tension of us getting romantic. I kissed the back of her hand while giving it gentle rubs. Her giggles fill up the kitchen room made by myself.

Suddenly, I heard a few loud stomps of footsteps going here. It must be our children that were already awake this time. The door was opened by one of the eldest children that we have, and his name is Dante.

"Father." He called in a most normal italian-english accent voice.

"What the! It's so early in the morning and y'all are already cootching with each other?" One of my other children thundered their vocal chords loudly and I felt a worm crawling out of my ear.

They are right, it's only four in the morning but that doesn't mean that they have the right to give someone an angry feeling. I felt like urging myself to explode in front of them when someone had slapped the back of their head. I watched the scene unfold in silence.

"Shut the f--- up!" Xavrio yelled at them, more likely to his twin who first screamed at us.

My other problematic son is named Xandro and both of them are unexpectedly twins. I based their names from the stories that I would usually read at our library whenever I get the free time from becoming a demonic retired capo. That was only once a month, if I remember.

"When will these idiots stop swearing! It's literally hurting my goddamn ears." The second eldest yelled out loud enough for us to hear.

Exactly, he has a point.

He had caught both of the twins' gaze. "Stop acting like you don't always swear!" They replied in unison.

It's getting annoying and their loud voices are pissing me off. At this point they could wake up the kid right now.

I saw my second youngest son who was quiet, just like always. Ever since Divine was taken away from us, he changed, even his personality changed. Not for us but for himself. He told me that he wanted to move on now that his little partner wasn't there by his side anymore. But what he doesn't know is that she is now back again.

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