All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 161 - Chapter 165

Damien POV 4 years later Golden rays passed through the curtains of the main parlour of the manor, creating intricate patterns on the marble floor. The afternoon air was filled with activity-the clicking of servants' footsteps, the sounds of gardening tools, and the hum of cars from the courtyard. Everyone in their own world, busy with their unique lives. But this afternoon, I was pulled out of work by a tiny, bossy, adorable child. "Daddy!!!" I snapped out of my thoughts, finding myself in the tea party Lily had dragged me to. Leo was by my side, twelve now and grown into a gentle, calm preteen, all his toddler features gone. He was smiling as he watched Lily but he was clearly tired of her antics. Right. Lily. My four-year-old daughter. The beautiful child Rachel had carried in her womb for 9 months. "Concentrate, Daddy!" she yelled again as she passed me my supposed meal. Just a tiny plate with dirt and leaves. "I'm... thank you, dear," I said politely. She

Rachel POV Next Day The water park sprawled before us like a child's paradise bright slides curving against the sky, pools of water, and the constant sound of laughter and splashing. Leo, Matteo, and Thalia had already disappeared into the chaos, their shouts of joy echoing from the tallest slide. I stayed behind at the shallow pool, watching Lily. She sat at the edge, her small legs dangling in the water, her face scrunched in a familiar pout. "I want to go with Leo," she whined, kicking at the water. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Lily was never content with the easy path. She craved the big adventures, the wild rides, the things that made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. It was exhausting and wonderful. Damien appeared beside me, his hand finding the curve of my waist. We watched her for a moment. A group of children splashed nearby, giggling, inviting her to join. She ignored them completely, her tiny arms crossed, her lower lip out. "Won't you play with

Rachel POV I stared back at Marcus, who stood by the door, my eyes glistening with tears. He stared back, nervously shifting his weight. "I-I'm sorry for showing up like this-" I didn't let him finish. I crossed the distance between us and pulled him into a hug, letting Lily go so I could hold my brother with both arms. The tears came before I could stop them, soaking into his shoulder. He froze for a moment. Then his arms came around me, holding me tight, his face buried in my hair. Six years. After six years of waiting and wondering, Marcus was here. He was the one who had gotten my daughter back. The one who had come home. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry for leaving you. For all the years I wasted. For everything-" I pulled back, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Stop," I said, my voice trembling. "Stop apologizing. You're here now. That's all that matters." I laughed through my tears. "And thank you for getting Lily. I don't know what I w