"Come in!" I shout and a family dirty blonde haired head pops into view.
"What do you want Ophelia?" I sigh while rubbing my temples. She timidly steps into the room with her head bowed and in her hands is a tray with a crystal cup and bottle holding a bronze colored beverage. "I heard you were upset Sir, so I though you could use some refreshments." she smiles while lifting her head and all the timidness falls away as she gives me a flirtatious smirk. I frown and study her carefully. Since the last time we fucked she has been becoming bolder and bolder every we see each other. I don't want her to think that she's special because I fucked her. She's not. Just like all the other women I mess around with.
Sighing I wave her further into the room. I might as well take the drink. I need one after Vasiliev's message. Ophelia circles the table standing in front of me before "accidentally" knocking over a folder on the desk. She bends down slowly, her ass now in my face before slowly standing straight again when she picked up the folder. She glances at me with a smirk, a strange glint in her eyes. If she thinks she's turning me on she's sadly mistaken. I roll my eyes when she turns her back towards me again, her ass again in my face. She pours the drink into the crystal cup before turning around and handing it to me. I take it then take a sip identifying the beverage as my Isabella's Islay.
"Thank you. You may leave now." I nod towards the door dismissing the desperate woman. Her eyes dim slightly before she smiles slyly while stepping into my personal bubble, placing her hands on the arms of my chair. "Are you sure you want me to go? I was thinking we could have some fun." She suggest while biting her lip but it just looks like she's vacuuming her lip into her mouth.
"Yes I'm sure. Leave." I say more sternly as I take another sip of my scotch. She's really starting to piss me off. I don't want you so just leave. Why is that so hard to understand. "But-"
"You heard my son. Leave you dirty skank!" my mother growls from the door with a squirming Emilio in her arms. I didn't even notice the door open.
Ophelia immediately backs away from me and the flirty girl that was just trying to get into my pants turns back into the meek and timid. "Um-um I w-was just, um-"
"Save it and just leave before I shoot you." My mother warns before reaching behind her to pull her gun from her waistband. Ophelia doesn't skip a beat as she hightailed out my office while trying not to touch or get close enough to my mother as possible. My mom's eyes glare and watch Ophelia's scared form run out the room before snapping her head towards me.
"So this is what you're doing while you have all this paperwork on your desk. Drinking and having sluts entertain you huh. Why I ought to throw mis chanclas at you if I had them with me." she sneers as she walks further into the room after closing the door then places Emilio on the floor. Rolling my eyes I take another sip from my glass as I lean my head back.
"Vasiliev knows about Emilio." I say and take another sip from my glass before downing the rest of the glass and placing it back on the desk. A tugging on my legs makes me look at the half naked infant holding onto my pants leg. He coos while looking up at me with wide black eyes while giving me grabby hands. Lifting him up I tuck him into the crook of my arm. I look down and just stare at his chubby face as his hands assault my face. I will never let that bastard put his hands on you Emilio. I swear it on my life and everything I have. Placing a kiss on his forehead I look at my mother who is visibly fuming.
"Tenemos un soplón?!" She yells. "That's what it seems like. But I'm handling that at the moment. Micheal should have already contacted Samuel already and when he gets here we can take the necessary precautions. We'll catch the rat and Emilio will be safe for now." I say the turn my attention back to Emilio who begins to whine. "I hope the snitch is a girl. I will take great pleasure in fucking that bitch up." my mom laughs with a sadist glint in her eyes. She begins to mumble in her mother tongue of all the different ways she can torture the traitor. I decide to ignore her and leave her in her own world.
A little while later my phone starts vibrating. I reach over and grab it before accepting the call without checking the caller ID.
"De'Lovanche here." I answer in annoyed voice.
"Wow is that how you greet your best friend." Jason chuckles through the receiver. My eyes narrow and I straighten up in my seat. "Where the fuck have you been asshole." I snarl. "Up your ass that's where." He says with a laugh. "Don't fuck with me Jason. What were the results?" I ask calmly but on the inside I'm anxious for the answer.
"You can't even ask how my day was before demanding shit from me. I feel the love man. Anyways, congratulations! YOU ARE THE FATHER!" He screams and then silence.
"Mateo you there? Don't you get my joke? You're supposed to growl and tell me to shut up." he questions worriedly. I don't respond and just stare at the sleeping baby in my arms. How he fell asleep with all the yelling is beyond me.
"Mateo!" Snapping out of my daze and blink like 10 times before I respond. "Um yeah, thanks." I say before hanging up the phone and put it on the desk. I mean I had that gut feeling that he was mine. All the evidence was there but actually hearing it and having proof doesn't stop the breath from escaping my lungs.
"Who was that?" My mother questions. I seriously forgot she was in the room. I look up in her direction. Her arms are crossed and she's looking at me with curiosity and worry in her eyes.
"It was Jason. He said Emilio is mine." and I leave it at that. I watch as all the concern and curiosity leave her eyes as she deadpans in my direction.
"Oh please Mateo, you and I both already knew that. Get over it and finish your work." She rolls her eyes before coming over to carefully take Emilio and leaves the room.
I look at the remaining piles of folders on the desk and snap out the shock completely as I grabbed a file. And as I worked I couldn't seem to get rid of the small grin on my lips as I went through folder after folder.
I'm gonna try and update next week on Friday but no promises.
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The Mafia Boss's Baby Boy (Discontinued)
Teen FictionGoing to his main mistress's house after not hearing from her in almost a year after their last... "get together", only to find her dead on the floor with a crying baby in the other room, does he only have one thing to say... "Oh MERDA" Inspired by...
