Mafia's Baby

Chapter 15: Yukihira

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I left to go to the office. Joycelyn seems almost certain that Annika wasn’t mine. It was pissing me off. The sound of music has me changing my destination. I headed in the direction of the living room. Annika and Brandon were still watching Moana.

“So, how did it go?” My father asked as he stood beside me, looking at Annika and Brandon. “We didn’t do much talking. She wants to leave,” I sighed out. For once in my life, can’t the women in it be easy to deal with.

“And you won’t let her?” I side-eye my father, refusing to answer him. He puts his hands up in surrender, muttering how I’ve surpassed him. “Annika,” I called out, relaxing when her gaze meets mine and her smile is bright. “Hi, Mr. Meany,” She gasps, covering her mouth. Her giggle is insanely adorable. “I mean daddy,” She bounced up and down, her tongue stuck out as she smiled. That invisible string tugged painfully at my heart.

I crunch down to her level, smiling at her. “Can I be honest with you,” Her smile grew brighter as she nodded her head. “Mommy said honesty sets you free,” She holds her arms out to her sides and flaps them like a bird or a butterfly. I chuckled.

“You remember what you’re mommy said about the test,” Her smile dimes a little as she nods. “We were behaving very bad and did something together. But there is a chance that” I lick my lips as a sudden heaviness gathers in my throat. “There is a chance I may not be your dad,” Her smile falls ultimately, and tears brim her eyes.

“Oh,” she sniffled. “Is it because I’m bad?” Her bottom lip quivers. Right then and there, I wanted to punch my f*****g self. Being honest with a four-year-old girl, what the f**k was I thinking. “No. No, you’re not bad. Never think that,” I told her firmly. She cried, and I closed my eyes, taking her into my embrace.

I stood to my full height holding her tight in my arms. She was small in my arms, and it felt good to have her there—Joycelyn’s words playing in my head. I think I might kill the next man if it turns out that I’m not Annika’s father. She had to be mine. Whitney had to hurry and get me the f*****g results.

I walked upstairs with Annika still in my hold. Joycelyn came out her wides wide and frantic as she looked at her daughter in my grasp. “What happened?” Joycelyn asks firmly, anger filling her eyes. Annika pushed off of me, holding her hand out to her mother as her cries grew louder.

The string kept tugging at my heart. I had to switch these feelings off, preparing myself for the worse. I felt my eyes dull, my body felt numb, and the string stopped its tugging. I can’t catch a break in this f*****g life. Death and dealing punishments I can take. But this… I couldn’t handle this.

I love kids and always wanted one of my own. But then my wife betrayed me. She slept with the f*****g enemy and got pregnant with his kid. I divorced her, but she won’t sign the papers. She had an abortion, saying that she fixed the problem. Tch.

I would have never thought that I would have outside children. I guess I was living off of my mother’s fantasy. She would always go on about how no matter what life you live, there was one thing that could brighten your day. A family. A child. Someone who loved you with all your flaws. Only now, I felt weak from her fantasy.

I opened the room I set up for Annika, gesturing with my hand for Joycelyn to enter. Annika cried slowly dies down as her mother soothed her. Seconds later, she was sleeping. I stood by the door, watching the interaction, forbidding myself to feel anything.

Joycelyn got up, silently closing the door. “Frost?” I still stood in front of it, convincing myself that I couldn’t get attached just in case the test came back negative. Joycelyn rested her hand on my shoulder, and I looked at her. She is f*****g beautiful. Why hadn’t I got her number that night? It was simple, really. I had just divorced my ‘wife’ and just wanted to f**k my feelings away.

Without telling her anything, I walked away. I headed to the office to see what the status was on Maddock. “You good?” My brother Emilio asked. I ignored him as we got down to business.

“Maddock cleared out. We got eyes and ears on the street looking out for him,” Jesus lets me know. I pull him away from the surveillance monitors, taking his place. Terry was our tech guy. I was good at it as well, but I needed someone else to do it with my line of work. I typed a few codes in, and a target pulled up around Maddock’s face. I hacked into Nasa satellites, getting access to every technology you can think of.

“Oh, he is pissed off,” I heard my brother Emilio say. Ignoring him, continuing to track Maddock. He was at a strip club here in the city of L.A. “I wanna know how he knew or why he thinks Annika is mine. I wanna know who hired him. That f*****g weasel couldn’t tell the difference between his s**t and his face. Someone’s pulling his f*****g strings, and I wanna know who it is,” I told them once I got up. I walked over to Trevor and push my thumb painfully down between his collar bone.

“How do you know her?” I asked him. He grinds his teeth to avoid screaming. “I work for her,” he grits out as my thumb digs deeper. “She runs a computer repair shop and does software protection, coding. Geek stuff,” he answered quickly. She didn’t look like a geek. I released him.

“Get out,” I stated. “You want us to work or…” Julio stopped talking when I pulled the pin to a grenade. Everyone scattered, and I place the pin back in. I’m not crazy, the rooms are far from the office. I wouldn’t risk hurting my family. I breathed out before sitting behind the computer. I search for her name and found her. Joycelyn Jones, CEO of Tecky Solution. The articles they had on her were simply about her company, little about herself in general or Annika. I rose a brow to that.

Was she hiding something?

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