Mated to a Crippled Mafia Lord

Chapter 6

Months Later...

Gaston had his eyes on the white Bently parked in front of the house. The smoke from the cigar in his right hand ascended as the ash fell down the gray granite floor.

"Master, Ms. Amaya is visiting." Hector, the butler, spoke with caution at the entrance of the balcony. He knew the master of the house was still in a foul mood after his personal maid made a mistake over the dinner table.

It was a little mistake that Master Gaston usually brushed off his shoulder. However, in the past months after his many hospital surgeries, he was a changed man.

It was definitely understandable to be in constant ill temper when his doctors declared that it would be next to impossible for him to walk normally without the assistance of his cane. He had undergone a lot of rehab to be able to bounce back into his everyday life, most especially since the organization was in constant rift against the rival mafia clan.

But he stopped completing the rehab after hearing the doctors' words about his injuries from his hunting in the Ural mountains. Aside from the severe tearing of the skin on his leg, shoulders, and torso, his spines received massive damage after the jump he made at such a height that could completely result in his death if he wasn't very lucky.

"Tell her I don't want to see anyone," Gaston said, puffing his cigar once again.

"Too late, brother. I'm right here behind you." A tall woman whose hair stretched down to her waist walked her way further on the balcony, joining Gaston there.

"What do you want?"

"Just checking if you're still alive." Amaya dug her own cigarette from his purse and lighted it. "By the way, I found all the doctors who f****d with you and got rid of them all. So, you can return to continue your rehab in the city. Father, wants you back in the org. Vincent's been doing so badly at managing the matter in the clan."

Gaston didn't say anything about that and continued smoking. "You don't have to get rid of those doctors."

"Why not? Such incompetence of them is unbearable," Amaya snapped. "So, anyway, take more of your time here. I expect you to come back soon for your rehab. Get rid of this bloody cane and wheelchair. It doesn't suit you."

Gaston saw the disgust on Amaya's face as he turned in her direction. "How's the wedding coming up?"

Amaya scoffed at throwing the cigarette down, crashing it with her shoe. "It's just another marriage to make the clan stay on a top pedestal."

"Did you meet the poor guy?"

"I haven't. I'm planning to visit," Amaya said, turning to her back and nodding. "This right here is my personal favorite help. She might be capable of...handling your temper."

Gaston's eyes went to the woman who walked inside the balcony at the beckon of Amaya. He didn't even sense her presence there among them. The woman wore an unreadable expression as she bowed slightly in his direction as a polite greeting.

"Your maid?" Gaston asked Amaya without taking his eyes off to the strange woman who didn't even flinch at his gaze where most men and women quiver.

"Yeah. Nefertiti. And no, you can't fire her because I am the only one authorized to do so." Amaya smirked.

"What if she annoys me?"

"Not enough reason."

"What if she made an unpardonable mistake I can't forgive?"

"My word still stands. Do you think it is unknown how you already fired a lot of help in this mansion? You became a handful." Amaya shook her head.

Gaston stirred his eyes to Amaya. "You know firing them is almost mercy or I would have them undergo punishments they never thought they would experience."

"Then punish her if you will." Amaya scoffed and eyed Nefertiti.

"I can't promise to be good with the person you hired to spy on me," Gaston said with a warning.

Amaya grinned at him. "You still have it. I knew you would notice that I was planting my eyes here."

"She's like a warden then."

"You can say that." Amaya's phone rang and she dug it out of her purse. "Yeah? Alright."

"Leaving already?"

"I'll miss you too. For now, I got a score to settle," Amaya said.

"So, the prick cheated on you in the end. No wonder you accepted the marriage." Gaston said.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know he's a trouble and you all warned me about him." Amaya fretted in crossed arms across her chest.

"Want me to get rid of him?"

Amaya flickered her eyes at him. "How? You're in a bloody wheelchair and a cane."

"You seem to forget who I am, Amaya. I don't necessarily have to lift my finger to make him pay for playing you."

Amaya then walked near Gaston with an amused smile on her lips this time. "Oh then, I might grab this to challenge you then. Bring me the runaway bastard yourself and not through anyone under your command."

Gaston stared at his sister for a long minute before he nodded. "Consider it done."

"Not in another two months. I'm an impatient woman, you know." Amaya turned away from him and exited the balcony. "Take care of my brother, Nefer. Break his bones if you have to."

"Yes, ma'am," the maid, whom Amaya called Nefertiti, answered rather promptly.

Amaya's chuckles resonated in the hallway along with the fading clacking of her heels.