Maid for the Mafia Boss

“Mama,” I heard Brylle whispered so I looked at him. He was looking from behind so I stopped.

“What is it, baby?” His grip on my shoulder tightened.

“Mama, the lady is crying. Why are you running away?” I took a deep breath and faced the place where we just came from.

“Aedin!” I saw Aedin chasing after us.

She was sitting on the grassy field and tried crawling towards us.

I sighed, dropped Brylle on the ground, and helped her stand up.

“Please, let me hold my baby.” She looks at me hysterically.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

“Tell me one thing that only the two of us would know about Brylle.” She stared straight to my eye.

I thought she wasn’t gonna be able to answer but she spoke.

“He has a mole at his left upper tigh.” She says, panting.

I closed my eyes then turned to Brylle who seems like he wanted to get close to Aedin.

“Brylle, come here.” I smiled. He nods then went closer to me.

“Who is she, mama?”

I bit my lip.

“She’s your real mother, Brylle.” I stepped away from them and let Aedin envelope Brylle tightly in her arms.

I turned away from the rest of them and went towards the gate.

I don’t want to stay here for a while.

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I stopped in my tracks and curiously looked at a small cabin in the middle of the forest where the path leads to the mansion.

I’m curious about what’s in this forest so I went here.

And by walking, I ended up in this place.

There was a clearing and there were no trees surrounding the cabin.

I went over the wooden cabin and looked through the window to check if there’s anyone inside.

I slid the sliding door and was surprised to have it opened.

Could there be someone living here?

Oh no! I might get issued for trespassing.

“Hello?” My voice echoed through the cabin. Nobody answered…

I looked outside and made sure no one can see me before sliding the door back behind me.

I don’t think anyone lives here… The place is so dusty, there are a lot of cobwebs and the floor is dirty.

Although the furnitures are covered by a cloth.

I roamed my eyes around.

This cabin is small.

There are only three rooms in here, one for a living room, the other was a kitchen where there was a table standing.

I opened another door and saw a bedroom that had a bathroom on the side.

My eyebrows creased upon noticing that the room is tidy.

Walking towards the bathroom, I also find it clean.

Another thing I noticed is that the living room isn’t that dirty or dusty.

I sat on the bed, the blankets are neatly organised along with the pillows.

I could only guess that someone goes here to sleep but never uses the kitchen. I turned my head sideways as I come face to face with a closet.

Perhaps no one would come out of it, right???

I stood up then slowly walk towards it.

As I opened it, I was greeted by multiple pictures being contained in a plastic.

I grabbed the plastic and my eyes widened as I saw the photograph contained a little boy that looked a lot like Keian.

Getting all of the pictures out, I checked the solo pictures of Keian one by one when he was still a child.

I smiled. He was so cute when he was little!This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I also checked the other photographs in the plastic.

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My smile faded as I saw a picture of Aedin with a man that seems to resemble Keian. In fact, he looks like Tito Andre.

He must be Kayden.

Keian’s brother was just in high school when he met Aedin because most of the pictures shows them wearing a uniform. I also saw a few pictures of them in France.

I grabbed a solo picture of Aedin when she was a child. She’s so white and looks like a half-Filipina.

My eyes trailed to the side of the picture.

There’s a child wearing a polo shirt that Diego liked to wear when he was young, as well.

Realization hit me and immediately grabbed more of Aedin’s pictures.

The others pictures showed Diego…

My hands covered my mouth as I saw a photo where Diego and I could be seen.

I remember her!

She’s a kid who Diego and I used to play with a long time ago.

I checked the back of the photograph and saw something was written.

‘Aedin Fuentes. In the wonderful house of Khalil. I love you babe, you have the sweetest smile in the world.’

Sh8t!

Kayden was kuya’s friend who often visits the house along with another kid!

If I remembered correctly, Diego and I were 7 years old at that time and Kuya was in the sixth grade.

Don’t tell me, our family had known Keian’s family far longer than we thought!

* crash *

I jumped slightly as I heard some noises outside.

I quickly returned the pictures in the plastic then put it back inside the closet and closed it shut.

I went out from the kitchen and saw Steven and Laiza who was shocked to see me here.

Well, the feeling is mutual.

“You’re actually here.” Laiza stated coldly.

“Uhhmm, sorry, I saw the cabin while walking. I’ll leave now.” I was about to directly stride to the door but Steven held my arm to stop me.

“How selfish can you be?” My eyebrows creased, confused at what Steven just said even though I could feel a hinch of pain…

“If you just didn’t took Brylle away from Aedin, she wouldn’t have fainted.” I was shocked at what he said.

I can’t help but feel frustrated.

“You almost killed her, because you’re selfish.” I lowered my head before letting out a bitter smile at Steven.

“I’m just protecting Brylle. It’s been almost five years since Brylle was taken away from Aedin, but why didn’t she looked for him? We’re just in one freaking town. I just thought it’s disturbing that nobody ever bothered to look for him.” Laiza raised a brow at me.

“Didn’t you heard what Aedin said? She was depressed that time. Loosing your loved one is not easy. You don’t know how that feels because you’re just a careless and selfish b*tch.” I slowly blinked at Laiza.

“And one more thing, Aedin was being treated in a different province.” She adds.

“I’m sorry. I’m thinking this way because I’ve been Brylle’s mother for almost 3 years. I can’t stand seeing a child on the streets all alone. I’m sorry if I looked careless, but Laiza, I didn’t just loose a loved one. I lost FOUR.” After saying this, I went out of the cabin.

I know my reaction was all of a sudden and I could possibly offend another person but for me, it’s just Brylle whom I’m thinking about. Even though Aedin is his real mother, I can’t just give him away just like that. Brylle was left on the streets and he could literally die if he stayed there.

I was also kind of shocked at what Steven said. Maybe Aedin is really just that important to them.

I went to a portion with a lot of trees and didn’t realize that I’m going in a different direction.

I sighed at the conclusion that I’m lost in the middle of nowhere.

And those pictures that I saw earlier aren’t doing any help.

“We can’t really act right now. It’s too risky. Their attention is all on Aedin.” I hid behind the trees as I heard voices talking to each other.

I peeked and saw three men and a woman forming a loose circle.

The three men are wearing suits like those of Keian’s men.

My eyes widened upon realising who the woman is.

What is Jane doing here? And why is this group secretly talking? There’s something suspicious on what they’re talking about.

I nearly gasped when I saw my older brother.

I am not totally sure if that’s him but he really looks like my brother.

His face showed a serious expression and his eyes are cold.

“We have to think of another plan. I don’t know why but Nassandra just called me her kuya. When I’ve been observing her, she seems really suspicious.”

Talk about ME being suspicious. They’re the ones having a rendezvous here.

“Nass? But why?” The guy who resembles my brother shrugged in response.

“Maybe someone from my past. Of course, I couldn’t remember her. I still can’t remember anything even after 3 years since that accident.”

He had amnesia?! Then that means there’s a possibility that he is really my brother! I never saw him die. After the death of Mama and Papa, I never heard anything about them anymore.

“Il Massimo Impero is also not making a move, that’s great news.” Says another guy.

His face is familiar and it looks like he’s one of the guards whom I always run into.

Looks like their planning something but I don’t feel like their move is something bad or evil.

“Il Massimo Impero, however is still not stopping doing their monkey business. We need to barge in to their brothel, their victims are increasing.” My supposedly brother nods at what the other guy said.

“I’ll talk to Chief, we need to act fast indeed.”

“Well, we need to convince Marques to help us, we’re all going to the same destination anyway.” ‘Kuya’ shook his head.

“If we’ll manage to make him agree. I’m not really worried about their mafia business and besides, Chief said that we’ll just let them be.” My mouth gaped in shock.

Hold on! Are they police? And what kind of police would let a mafia go on? I’m confused…

As if noticing me, ‘My brother’ turned to the tree where I’m hiding at.

They fell silent and I heard footsteps coming over to my direction.

“Hey, come out! We won’t do you any harm.” Said one of the men.

I don’t fully trust what he said but I decided and slowly showed myself to them.

If anything happened, I can do self defense, and I’m pretty confident on my self defense skills.

From his crouching position, My ‘brother’ stood up properly.

“It’s you.” He pointed out. I nodded and he sighed.

“Just how long have you been hiding there?”

“Enough to find out that you’re spying. But I’m not sure if you really are the police.” While speaking, I set aside the fact that the man before me could be my brother whom I believe that died almost 5 years ago.

He closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

My heart beat fastened because that’s what kuya exactly does to me whenever he’s irritated or mad.

“No point in hiding. Yes, we’re spying and we’re not the police.” My head slightly turned sideways.

“Then, who are you? I’m sure if Keian finds out that someone is spying on him, he will not be pleased.” I pointedly looked at Jane who bit her lip.

“Pshhh. You think they’ll believe you? They almost threw you away like some trash.” My eyes stung at what he just said.

Not because I was offended with his words but because the way he spoke is really like my older brother. Straightforward and usually speaks what’s on his mind. Though he’s really kind and sweet.

Another man elbowed him and his eyes widened as he looked at me.

Guilt filled his eyes.

“Shoot. Sorry, I am naturally like this.” I smiled.

“You sounded just like my brother.” He stopped at what I said and sighed.

“Let me make it clear, I don’t really know you. I had amnesia and I still can’t remember what exactly happened to me before my accident. If you think that I’m your brother, then I cannot assure you. I’m sorry about that.” I smiled at him.

“So what exactly are you doing here? I can’t believe that Jane is not just a maid…” Jane pouted.

“Sorry. But the friendship that we developed isn’t an act. I promise!” She cheerfully said. I shook my head at her and smirked.

The man who looked like my brother raises a brow at me.

“You won’t tell?” I sighed.

“Well, what you just said is right. They can’t even let me explain first before making a judgement.” He gave me a side glance so I quickly add.

“Not that I’m not happy to be with them, and I know they are just protecting themselves.” He nodded at me.

“We work for an agency called D. I. A, it’s not working for the government and it’s still new. It’s privately owned but we sometimes work together with the police and military.” I observed everything he just told.

I never knew there’s something like that here in the Philippines???

“We are here to observe Marques Mafia, and so far we have no problem.” My eyebrows creased.

“Even though they smuggle some weapons?” He took a deep breath and nodded.

“They are no threat to the society. Most of those that they kill are in our most wanted list. They care for innocent people. They’re not far from us or the police. They don’t really smuggle much, so it’s fine. They even had the nerve to donate their profits. That’ll serve as a payment. We mostly involved ourselves with criminals. We lend those who smuggle to the police.” I was surprised at what he said.

First, is because that’s what actually Keian and the others are doing and second, it’s amusing that they don’t think of Marques Mafia as an enemy.

“Wow, I’m surprised you can still work with the police and military.” He shrugged.

“Me too.” He observes me from head to toe before speaking.

“Il Massimo Impero, however is not the same as here.”