Mafia King's Daughter

2ND SEQUEL TO A GIFT OF INNOCENCE & MY PROTECTOR! Prequel stories are not required to be read prior to this one. This is a stand-alone story. DISCLAIMER: This is my own work. If it sounds like any other story that was just a coincidence. All the characters are fictional, the story is fictional. This is not based on any true events. This story is for entertainment purposes only and any plagiarism will be dealt with accordingly. WARNING: This story contains situations that could be difficult for some readers. There will be violence, death, murder, and adult content. If you are triggered by any of these topics, DO NOT READ! This story should NOT be read by anyone under the age of 18. This is for mature 18+ Book Cover created by: shoaibpak716 at Fiverr.com Thumbnail originals used for the book cover are by Omid Almin at Unsplash.com, JerzyGorecki at Pixabay.com, and DtheDelinquent at Pixabay.com Leave comments, I love to read your opinions, and don't forget to vote! I love to hear what you think and gives me joy to know that others enjoy reading what I write. A BIG THANK YOU to all for reading this story! ENJOY! --- Renée Alaina Kendricks' POV: "Mrs. Kendricks, your gestational diabetes with this pregnancy was severe. I highly recommend that you and your husband discuss the various options for permanent pregnancy prevention. Even though Roselia is a healthy baby girl she was still early, just like your previous two pregnancies. So far, the complications haven't affected any of your babies but I fear, that if you were to continue to have more, it could cost you your child's life or your own." The doctor told us as she sat with us in the room as I breastfed our newborn baby girl, Roselia. --- 1 Year Later "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kendricks, but I'm afraid there isn't anything more we can do." The doctor told me as my eyes started to flood with tears. I looked up at Ryker as if I had expected him to tell me that I had heard wrong. That it wasn't possible but it was. We just lost our little boy, our fourth baby, due to complications. "The complications from your gestational diabetes were just too much this time." She continued to tell us as more tears started to fall from my eyes and I no longer seemed to be able to hear what she was saying. "Can we have a minute...alone," I heard Ryker tell her. "Sure, but before you are discharged, we really need to talk about a few permanent options to prevent any future pregnancies. Another could be the one that causes you to lose your wife." She told him before she walked out of the room. I leaned over on the hospital bed and grabbed Ryker as I cried into his shoulder. He put his arms around my body and held me tightly as he rubbed my back. --- 2 Years Later "Ryker!" I cried from the shower as I held my pregnant belly of 33 weeks. I couldn't stop myself from crying as I carefully stepped out of the shower with my severely swollen ankles. "Ryker!" I cried again as hard as I could just before I heard the bedroom doors open, indicating that he was on his way. "It's too early!" I cried to him when he quickly stepped into the bathroom and pulled the towel around my body. I felt him put his hands under my legs and picked me up bridal style as he carried me out of the bathroom and into the closet. He carefully set me down on my wobbly legs as he pulled out one of his t-shirts and slipped it over my head to cover my body. Before I knew it, I had a pair of my exercise shorts on and he was carrying me out of the house. I couldn't stop crying harder each time I felt a contraction. --- "Push! Renée!" I heard the doctor yell at me as I pushed one last time before the head was finally out. Ryker was sitting behind me, helping me sit up in the position to give birth. By the time we had gotten to the hospital, my water had already broken in the car and the baby's head was almost out. We were well past the time to try to stop the labor. I was supposed to have a cesarean delivery since my second and third pregnancies ended with a cesarean but there wasn't any time for that either. All we could do was hope for the best with a natural birth, one that almost cost me my life when I birthed my twins eight years ago. "You can rest a moment. Wait for me to tell you to push again." She said as she grabbed a few things from the nurses and sucked the fluid out of the baby's nose and mouth. I couldn't help but look down as much as I could as I watched her pull the umbilical cord from around the baby's neck. "Okay, one last push should do it." She instructed me. I took a deep breath as I nodded and gave her one more big push. I felt the baby slide out as the sounds of the remaining water hit the floor. I took a deep breath of exhaustion as I watched her carry my baby over to the incubator for premature babies. I wasn't hearing any cries and I was starting to get worried. After a few minutes of not hearing my baby cry, I started to cry thinking that I just had a stillborn...again. Ryker tried to soothe me the best that he knew how but it wasn't enough. No one in the room, not even myself, appeared to realize what else was happening in the room. What was apparently happening to me. Just as my cries started to get heavier, I heard the faint cry of my baby just before the room went black. --- "I'm sorry, but in order for us to stop the bleeding, we had to do a partial hysterectomy. We were able to leave one of your ovaries to keep your body from going into full menopause." She told me as I lay on the medical bed a few hours after waking up from surgery that was performed minutes after my baby was born. --- "We will set up some sessions during the time that Ravyn is in the PICU to help prepare you for when you take her home in a few weeks. She will require daily breathing treatments for several months and she is at high risk for RSV." The doctor told us as we sat next to the incubator, watching the machines help our little baby girl breathe. She was so fragile, so tiny. Much smaller than my twins when they were born and they were born three weeks almost four weeks early. "Renée," I heard her say and I slowly looked over at her. "We won't know if she will have any long-term effects or not until she's a little older. The longer she goes without, the less likely she will ever develop asthma." She informed us and I just nodded as I looked back over at my tiny baby. --- 2 Years Later "Shh, nena. Mi niña pequeña (shh, baby girl. My baby girl)," I said softly to my little Ravyn as I rocked her softly to try to calm her down for bed after one of her tantrums. She just finished one of her breathing treatments. We won't be able to start working with her using an inhaler for another few years. Until then, we spend 10 to 15 minutes three times a day or as needed with the breathing machine. She hates it and even though she's been having it done since she was born, literally started two weeks after she was born and still in the PICU, she still fights me. She can't fight me, it just makes it more difficult for her to breathe even if she had just had a breathing treatment. --- 3 Years Later "Where's her inhaler!" I shouted at Ryker as I dug through Ravyn's bag as she sat in the grass at the playground, struggling to breathe. "I thought I put it in here! I always have one in here!" I continued to shout as I took the bag and dumped the contents out on the ground. "Here it is!" Ryker said quickly as he grabbed the inhaler. I grabbed it from his hand and pulled Ravyn against my body as I put it in her mouth to help her. "I'm sorry. I thought the humidity levels were lower. I'm sorry. So sorry baby girl." I told her in a tear-filled voice as I rocked her after a few breaths with the inhaler. --- 1 Year Later "Ravyn!" I cried out when I saw her grab her chest as she ran to first base after hitting the ball from the T. It was only seconds after the attack before she was reaching for the ground and she lowered herself. I ran as hard as I could when she collapsed the rest of the way to the ground. Both teams stopped what they were doing when coaches ran from the dugouts to her. Everyone around, including those sitting on the bleachers, was freaking out and worried. I ran around the fence with her inhaler in my hand. She was gasping for air, barely breathing as her lips started to turn purple, as I slid down beside her and placed the inhaler in her mouth. She took a deep breath in as I pushed the inhaler. We learned today when she was six years old, that Ravyn will never be able to play like other kids her age. She will never be able to be out in the hot humid air, play in gym class with her friends, or do any kind of strenuous exercise. We learned today that she will never be like anyone her age. Her lungs will never be strong enough, no matter her age. --- 4 Years Later "Ravyn! What is this!" I shouted as I walked into her room with a yellow detention slip in my hand. "Nothing you need to worry about." She snapped at me. "Nothing?" I asked her sternly. "Yes! Nothing!" She snapped again as she slid off of the bed and snatched the detention slip out of my hand. "Obviously the school doesn't think it's nothing," I said angrily at her and crossed my arms over my chest. "The girl deserved it." She said as she rolled her eyes and shrugged while walking back to her bed as if it was nothing. "Just because you feel she deserved it, doesn't mean you punch her in the face." I snapped at her. --- 2 Years Later "Mr. and Mrs. Kendricks. Ravyn's been missing a lot of classes." The principal started to tell us. "She has severe asthma. She has a doctor's note that says she's allowed to go to the restroom if she needs to so she doesn't have to disrupt the class as she uses her inhaler." I tried to explain to him. "Normally that would be fine, but that isn't what the hall monitor said. She said she was sitting in one of the stalls, taking a knife to the wall." He told us but I just shook my head, I couldn't believe she would do that. "She knows she's not allowed to bring one of her knives to school. I'm sure the hall monitor mistook her inhaler for..." I tried to say to defend Ravyn. "I'm not even going to say out loud how disturbing that is that she has weapons and you don't appear bothered by it." The principal said, causing me to realize that I had said more out loud than I should have. "Regardless, even if that was the case, that doesn't excuse the fact that Ravyn tried to stop her from alerting us by pushing her into the bathroom wall and hitting her till her nose broke." The principal continued to tell us. "What is it you would like us to do?" Ryker asked, doing everything that he could to keep his temper at bay. "I think it's time for Ravyn to be placed in a different school or maybe homeschooled from now on." --- 2 Years Later "What is this?" I asked Ravyn in anger as I pointed at the tattoo that was on her back that I had just now seen for the first time. That explains why she's kept her back covered for the last week. "Angel wings." She responded as if it was an everyday conversation. "How did you get this? You're underage?" I asked Ravyn as my temper started to rise. "Simple, I bribed the tattoo artist, of course." She said calmly and I stood there in shock, unsure of what I had just heard and what she was meaning by bribing the artist. Ravyn is already developing and maturing into a beautiful woman even at the age of 14. I wouldn't be surprised if she caught the eye of a few men. They probably thought she was older. Regardless, that won't stop her father from ripping their heads off for touching her. "Ravyn, you aren't..." I started to say and she turned quickly towards me. "Of course not! He's just a friend of mine. He owed me a favor." She told me as if it was nothing to worry about at all and continued to walk up the stairs to her room. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop feeling the sting of the fresh tears as my eyes watched her walk away. I felt as if I was losing my baby girl and that it was too late to stop it from happening. --- 2 Years Later "Is Ravyn in her room?" Ryker asked as he slipped his hands around my body and placed his lips on my neck as I tried to take a drink of my wine. "Yes, she said she had a lot of homework that she needed to get done," I told him softly as I closed my eyes, set my wine glass down on the counter, and moved my head to the side to give him more room. "Do I need to go up there and make sure that she is doing homework?" He asked me as I turned around in his arms. "Her therapist said we need to try to trust her. Besides, she says she likes this school this time." I reminded him. "Last school in the area so she better like it." He said in irritation. "Just like her father," I told him with a hint of a smile. Just as he leaned down to give me a kiss, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house startling us both at such a late hour of the night. "Who would be here this late?" I asked as I pulled away and looked over at the time on the stove. "Who was able to get passed the security at this hour?" Ryker added. We both walked into the entrance and opened the door. My eyes widened when I saw Ravyn standing there with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked down and off to the side. Behind her was the 24-year-old detective Elijah Carter. "We need to try to trust her, huh?" I heard Ryker snap in anger behind me as he glared down at his 16-year-old daughter.