Mafia's Baby

Chapter 16: Yukihira

Happy Readings

Later on in the day, I went down to the factory with my brother Jesus. We were monitoring Maddock to see who would call him about Joycelyn. I still hadn’t found anything more on Joycelyn or Annika. Then I remembered she’s a sexy geek who probably erased traces of herself and Annika off the net.

Definitely hiding something. Or hiding from someone.

I didn’t press it any further. Jesùs and I checked out the factory, production of the new Maple X pill was coming along nicely. It's a new drug that gives you all the buzz, weed, cocaine, morphine, or whatever else you are on the run for the money. Popping one pill would last for 6 hours. We're making thousand by selling one pill for 50 dollars.

It was 06:00 AM the next morning until I got home. The house was quiet, and I headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Upon entering the kitchen, I saw Annika. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Annika?” She looked at me with sadness in her eyes. I walked over to her, lifting her up and resting her on my hip. “What’s wrong?” She looked away from me, resting her head in the crook of my neck. I went to the fridge, taking out almond milk. I took a pot and heated the milk up, adding blended oats to the milk. Taking a bowl, I poured it out, adding sugar and cinnamon to it. I set it on the table, putting Annika in front of it. I quickly grabbed a spoon for her. I took apples and oranges, slicing them and putting them next to her.

I sat down and watch as she ate. “Are you mad at me for what I said?” I asked her. She didn’t respond just ate her oats and fruits. “Annika?” She continued to ignore me. “Can I tell you a secret?” She shrugged her shoulders. You won't talk to me, but you want to hear my secrets. My lips twitch, fighting a smile.

“When I was your age, I too got mad. I was mad because my mom and dad weren’t together. I thought he didn’t want me, so I was angry. I bit kids, pushed them, and hit them too,” I told her. She looked at me. “I too thought I was bad, but I wasn’t, and neither are you,” I told her, tucking a stray of her hair behind her ear. “You aren’t bad. Your sweet and strong,” I tilted her chin so she could look at me. “I know what I said was mean, but you have to know I want nothing more than for you to be my daughter. Do you believe me?”

“Yeah,” She said, playing with one of her orange slices. “If anything, your mom was the bad one and not me,” She looked at me. “Why was mommy bad?” She asked. “Because she is too f*****g beautiful,” She gasps cover her mouth. She stood on the chair, pointing her finger at me. “That’s a bad word!” She said with a smile on her face.

“What was?” I asked her. She laughed, singing that I said a bad word and she was going to tell her mom. I told her to sit down and finish breakfast. She ate, her beautiful bright smile returning.

“Can I ask a question?” I nodded my head, taking up her dirty dishes and washing them up. “Can I go swimming in the pool? Wait, no,” she paused, thinking. “May I go swimming in the pool?” She nodded firmly. There wasn’t a difference in her question. Both are asking for permission to go swimming. “Do you know how to swim?”

“Yuh-huh!” She nodded her head eagerly. “Then yes. We just have to get you a swimsuit,” She bounces up and down. “For now, let's just throw a shirt on you and underwear until later this afternoon,” She said okay before going upstairs. I headed to Brandon’s room, waking him up. He kept pushing my face away.

I hauled him over my shoulder, making him the same breakfast I made for Annika. “Come to the pool when you’re done,” I told him, ruffling his hair. “You’re so mean sometimes,” he says in a sleepy voice. Annika came back down, but she kept looking back. I looked up to her mother standing with her arms folded.

“The pool? Seriously? At six in the morning? Are you crazy? She’s four,” It was tough to concentrate when her n*****s are poking up from the cold. “It almost the same as waking up and going to the beach,”

“Different water environment. One actually heals while the other is just man-made and probably harmful to the skin if not taking care of properly,” Wow. “Alright, no,” I walked to her, lifting her over my shoulders, taking her back upstairs. She argues for me to put her down, and I set her on her feet in my room.

She was saying something. But I couldn’t hear her words, just saw her lips moving. It was like a magnet. My lips found hers. It was slow, gentle, and passionate. I pulled her closer as I deepened the kiss, her body pressed against mine. She moaned but pulled away, shaking her head.

“Frost, we still need to talk about you keeping us here,” she says as her hands are pressed against my chest. “I can do both,” She looks at me quizzically before shaking her head no. I groaned, stepping to her. She hops to the other side of the bed. “Really?”

“Yes. Look, I get it-” She screamed when I charged over to her. She was about to run, but I caught her shirt, pulling her into my chest. I flipped her over, slamming her on the bed. Her hands again pressed against my chest. My hands slithered like a snake alongside her body before making their way to her covered p***y. I nipped her neck, holding myself up on one arm.

“Okay, hmm... You... Stop,” She tried speaking, but her body wanted this just as I wanted her. I wanted her now. I removed my hand and slammed my c**k clad jeans against her. She gasps. The action causing her breast to bounce. f**k. I wanted to drink her breast milk. “Frost,” My nickname left her lips like velvet. Her finger grips my chin as she tilts my head up. My eyes land on her dark brown orbs. “Eyes up here!” she gestured to her eyes, but my eyes fell right back on her breast.