All Chapters of The Mafia's Boy Toy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

David;Chirp…. Chirp…“Go away….” The words slur from my lips lazily, and even though I’m half asleep, I know my words can’t scare the birds that are happily singing away. For them to be this active, it must be far into the morning. I stretch lazily but freeze when my face bumps into something. I force my eyes open in panic, and air vanishes from my lungs when I find myself face to face with Lucas.He’s fast asleep, and there’s only a breath of space between us.I try to move away in shock, but this causes him to stir. And to my horror, his arms, which I didn’t know were around me, pull me closer to him. He moans sleepily, and my heart starts pounding. I swallow as I stare at his peaceful, sleeping face, and I can not help but acknowledge how… good looking he is. Even like this. In the unguarded truthfulness of deep sleeps and the early hours of the morning.His features look so relaxed and unguarded, but still so dangerously attractive. There’s this calmness to his looks. It’s we

David;“Mrs. Lana, why don’t we just do something with vegetables? I’m really good at mincing…” I whine as she hands me an apron, and she scowls at me. “No! We’re making Brioche!” She replies, and I can’t help the whine as I take the white apron from her.“But I don’t know how to make it…” “Stop whining like a little girl. You came here to help, and help is what you’re going to do. I’ll teach you what you need to do. Don’t worry.” She replies, and I pout. I was right. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked to help.We’ve been at this for minutes, and she has refused to change her mind. Of all the meals she could choose to make, she picked the one I have no idea how to make. What if I end up messing things up??“To be fair… I do need extra hands. Your baby hands won’t do.” She says as she folds her hands in front of her and pats her chin with the index finger of her right hand.“Hey! I don’t have baby hands!” I retort, and she blinks at me with feigned surprise.“Oh, alright. I’m s

David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went around shopping for art supplies.” He replies, and I smile sheepishly at him with a small shrug.“What? You had the money, and I needed a few things.” I reply, and he huffs.“Oh. I have the money. You didn’t even buy anything you can wear or eat… If you were going to max out my card on food, I honestly wouldn’t mind. But pencils and watercolours??” He rages, and I roll my eyes.“Oh, quit whining like a broke sugar daddy. I barely spent a hundred dollars…” I reply, and he scoffs.“A hundred and sixty dollars, little man. You spent $160 on pencils, charcoal… and what else did you buy?” He demands, and I stop walking. I turn to him with a hand on my waist.“Do you want me to repay you, Mom?” I fr

David;“You’re panicking.” He jokes, but I ignore him. “Shut up!”He scoffs as he winces again, and I look up at him with worry biting away at my mind.“I’m sorry…” I whisper as I take another gauze, but it soaks right through. He made me sneak him in, so Mrs. Lana wouldn’t see his wound. Sal is probably still asleep, and I’m here with Lucas in his room. Fumbling with my heart ramming in my throat. “The bleeding won’t stop…” I mumble in a panic as I take multiple gauze pads this time, and the buffoon laughs. He laughs!“Ugh… Look at me wasting a talent blood banks would love to welcome.” He jokes, and I glare up at him. “It’s not funny!” I scold before looking back down at the wound.My mind is blank. My thoughts are all over the place. What if he dies from blood loss??? I could try to stitch him myself, but I’m not a fucking Doctor, and this looks bad. What if the knife hit an organ?“I was stupid to listen to you. I should have taken you to a hospital. They probably need to stit

Salvatore;David has been pacing for the past two minutes. He hasn’t sat down, hasn’t stopped pacing, and hasn’t stopped fumbling with his thumbs. On our drive here, he explained to me how they got attacked and how Lucas begged him not to be taken to a hospital. I understand that. Lucas hates hospitals. His mother had died in one. And it’s not as simple as it sounds. Her death was something that could have totally been avoided. Her death was something caused because someone was careless. His mother was admitted for a simple surgery, something that should have sent her home smiling the next day. But a simple surgery cost her her life, and Lucas his mom. A tired nurse injected the woman with an antibiotic she was allergic to, even though that detail was clearly written on her medical chart, plain as day.Lucas's mother seized and collapsed, to her death, while the emergency team scrambled like clueless rats unable to save her. The worst part is that Lucas was there to see the whol