Their little star

|CHAPTER-18|

 Benigno came to him and put his hand on Matteo's head, asking, "Are you sure you're okay, Matteo? You taking someone to eat ice cream?"

Matteo grumbled, "Hey, don't talk like I don't let you eat any fast food at all" "you don't." Agostino deadpanned, and Matteo glared at him. "I know what you guys eat. And it's just because she is a kid, she needs to enjoy everything," Matteo defended himself. I looked down at Enisha, who was busy playing some game on my phone.

"Okay, I'll go with you too," Benigno and Agostino said in unison, then glared at each other.

"Agostino and Benigno, both of you should go and meet with your friends. Hasn't it been a long time since you last saw them?" Mom said, smiling. "Well, today Mom and Dad have to deal with some meetings, and Mauro and I have to deal with some mafia clients. That means everyone is going to be busy with their own stuff."

"Okay, Mom," Agostino replied. Whereas Benigno tried to deny, but one glare from Mom was enough to shut him off.

"Okay, but don't forget to bring me my favorite ice cream," Benigno said, looking at Matteo.

"Enisha, let's go and get you some shoes, and then we'll go and eat ice cream," Matteo said, picking Enisha from my arms and giving me my phone. "Ice ceam!" Enisha squealed. "Yes, my cute coccinella (ladybug), ice cream," Matteo said, walking out of the room.

"Dad, when are the others coming back? I can't wait long to torture that bastard," Agostino grumbled, clearly irritated.

"Agostino, you know very well that according to their plans, it will be around one and a half weeks," Dad answered, looking away from his phone.

"Don't worry too much, Agostino. He is definitely enjoying his time in our basement."

"what do you mean?"Agostino asked.

" He is being starved, just like he did to Enisha... well, we'll keep him alive but barely. Maybe we should give him some good food before the rest of the family comes, so that he has some energy to tolerate all the torture. After all, we don't want him dying without properly torturing him... do we?" Mauro said, smirking and thinking

"Brothers,stop smirking like that you look like fucking psychopath," Benigno scolded, glancing at Agostino and Mauro before returning his attention to his phone.

"You're just envious because you're not as handsome as us," Agostino retorted, still smirking.

"No offense, kids, but a handsome psychopath is still a psychopath," Mom chimed in from behind them.

Well, that's our mom for you. She never misses an opportunity to roast us 

"Enisha, don't run," Matteo's voice echoed from somewhere in the house, followed by the pitter-patter of footsteps. Enisha entered the room giggling, with a concerned Matteo trailing behind. "Daddy, look at my new shoes," Enisha said, walking towards dad. Matteo approached her and said, "Enisha, say goodbye to everyone, then we'll leave." Enisha looked around and finally realized that we weren't going with her. She looked sad and asked, "You no going with us?"

Dad picked her up and apologized, "Sorry princess, we have some work to do." Enisha looked down, playing with her fingers, disappointed and scared. Dad gently lifted her chin with two fingers, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Shit, i cannot see her crying but this deal is important

I guess she has separation anxiety. Dad kissed her forehead and said, "Princess, how about when you come back, we'll all be here and watch a movie together?" Enisha looked at Dad, searching for any signs of him lying, and then raised her pinky finger, saying, "Pwomise?" Dad replied, linking his pinky finger with hers, "Yes, princess, I promise." Enisha responded, "Otay, Daddy," as she got off Dad's lap and walked to Matteo. "Bye, Daddy, Mommy, Bubba, Bubby, Tino,Benni ,Teo lets go" Enisha said holding Matteo's fingers and dragging him out.