บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Boy Toy: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Salvatore;I walk back into my old bedroom and find David perched on a couch, eating, and Lucas is on the bed. They both look up at me, then at themselves, and away from each other. What was that?Something feels odd. “Good morning,” I greet as I step in and shut the door behind me, and David starts coughing.“Good… good morning…” He responds after being able to clear his throat, but seeing the shade his cheeks are taking, I can tell that something is going on… Or something happened. Lucas also looks a little out of his wits. I turn to him and find the first few buttons of his shirt undone as he fans himself with a notebook. The food must be hot… Or maybe something else is… That reminds me. When Mrs. Lana and I crossed paths on the stairs, she couldn’t stop smiling like she just won a lottery. She must’ve… She must have walked in on both of them doing something. And now they’re all flustered…I walk over to the bed and sit beside Lucas. I don’t have a plate here cause Mrs. Lana

Salvatore;David went to see Vanessa. He said he’d spend the day with her, and Lucas and I could come pick them up tomorrow. He was so happy, some of it actually rubbed off on me. Vanessa has gotten much better, and the doctors say it’s okay for her to be home and around family.…She may not exactly consider me family yet, but that’s something I can work on. If I’m going to marry her brother someday, she has to start seeing me as family. Speaking of family… I need to see Lucas. David didn’t say it, but I know why he decided to leave the house for a whole day instead of all of us just going to pick Vanessa up tomorrow. He wants to give Lucas and I some space… and right now, I think it’s needed. I need to understand why Lucas was holding back so much. He looked like he was fighting… like he was uncomfortable. I need to understand the reason behind it. I take a deep breath before knocking on his door, and even though I know I should wait for a response, I don’t. I push the door open

Lucas;“When will you come home?” Father’s voice flows through the speakers into my ear, and I shut my eyes.This is his attempt. To sound soft, but still firm… I hate it when he tries to act like he’s my father. I know the only reason he’s calling me is cause he needs my help with the business. He’d never call otherwise. Aiden has probably messed things up again.The man only reaches out when he needs my help. Aside from that… I don’t exist.“Even Elias hasn’t been able to get in touch with you. Did you both get in a fight?” He continues, and I shut my eyes.“Dad, what do you want?” “What do you mean, what do I want? I care about my child…”“I’m not a child. Even if I were to be called that, you don’t have the luxury to refer to me so fondly.” I cut him off, and there’s silence. Silence that stretches, “If you don’t have anything more to say, I have to go…” “I’m sending Elias to you. You should come home for dinner. I’d like to see you…”“I don’t want to see you.” I snap at him, a

Vanessa;I’m excited. Elated! For the first time in a long time, I get to leave the hospital. I get to go home! I don’t know where home is, but as long as David calls it home, it definitely will be home to me. The doctors say I’m doing better. Maybe I am… I don’t know why I don’t feel like it. But apparently my body is stronger. Strong enough for me to leave the hospital. That's a good sign. Maybe I’m just worrying too much. I’m so used to bad things happening, I don’t know how to hope or believe in good things…David is the only good thing in my life. I can’t wait to see him!I wonder what we’ll do first. We could take that walk down the beach that he always wanted… or we could go on a camping trip! Though I doubt my health will allow that… But we’ll have fun.All the fun in the world! If we won’t be able to go to a National’s concert, we’ll hold one for ourselves.The door to my room opens, and my heart skips a beat in excitement when I see David walk through the door. I sit u

Mrs. Lana;I stare at the little girl in the car. She has big brown eyes and is clutching tightly to the stuffed animal in her hand. I smile at the child as she stare caustiously at me, and i hold out the tray of sweet treats to her. Sal sent me a text a few minuties ago, and I whipped up almost every sweet dish I could remember.“You care for some sweet treats?” I question, and she raises a brow at me. “They said you’re the queen of this mansion. Why then are you serving sweets?” She questions, and I look back up at the boys. Well, she’s intelligent.“Well, sweetheart. I’m serving you sweets cause I only serve important people.” I reply, and she cocks her head as she stares at me.“I’m important?”“Why, of course you are, darling,” I reply, and she looks back at David, who’s watching our interaction with keen, studious eyes.I lean closer to her and whisper into her ear.“I finally get to have another queen in the house. Taking care of these three boys is very demanding. Finally,