221 - Not On My Watch

Vanessa;He picks up a small paper bag I hadn’t noticed before and places it on the couch beside him. “I was told there is a little girl living here.” He says, and I frown.“I’m not little.” I correct, and he smiles.“Sorry. A very grown woman living here.” He says, and I nod.“Better.”He opens the bag and pulls out a rectangular box. The box is clear at the top, and I can see several small bottles inside it.My eyes widen when I realise what they are, and I stand up immediately.“Is that nail polish?” I ask in excitement I can hide, and Lucas’s smile grows.“I think so.” “You think so?” I ask in bewilderment, and he shrugs.“I don’t use it.”“Then why did you buy it?” “For you.” He replies, and I pause.I stare at him…Then at the box, and back at him again.“For me?” I repeat, and he nods.“Yes.” He answers, and my jaw drops.I move closer to him, and he hands me the box. I take it carefully as I settle on the couch beside him.There are so many colours here. Pink, purple, blue,

222 - It's Just Icecream

David;The living room has once again become our office. I don’t know how this started, but for days now, it’s been a trend. I can’t even remember the last time any of us actually used the study or office upstairs.Every morning, it starts the same way. Someone walks into the living room with a file, someone else follows with a laptop, and before long, the coffee table disappears beneath contracts, financial reports and enough paperwork to keep us trapped there until lunch…sometimes even dinner.This morning is no different.I stay curled up on the sofa closest to one of the windows as I try to refocus on the documents before me.Lucas sits across from Sal, on the other end of the living room, with one leg crossed over the other as he flips through what I assume is another shipment agreement."...They're asking for another five percent." He informs me, and I look up from my work. Sal doesn't even bother looking up. He just waves his hand dismissively."They won't get it."Lucas slides

223 - My Little Gremlin

David;I look at her, and before I can say anything— She marches straight over to me, grabs my ear, and twists it."Ow!" I jerk backwards, cradling my ear as I glare at her."What was that for?!" I protest, and she lets go with one final twist."For being impossible." She scolds, and I rub my ear."I am protecting her!""Are you?" She retorts, and I lift a brow."What do you mean? Of course I am protecting her. I—“"How can you protect a child when you can’t even read body language?" She scolds, and I blink at her."...Of course I can read body language." I huff, and she scoffs."Then explain to me why that poor girl spent the last fifteen minutes practically begging you for help without saying a single word..." She scolds, and I pause."...and you still didn't understand what she was trying to tell you." She adds. I blink at her."What are you talking about?"Mrs. Lana closes her eyes like I’m some foolish child. She takes one long, patient breath, then mutters to herself in Hawaiian

All Chapters of The Mafia's Boy Toy: Chapter 221 - Chapter 223

221 - Not On My Watch

222 - It's Just Icecream

223 - My Little Gremlin