MY MAFIA - CHAPTER 15&16
❃ Hi, bye Baby ❃
~ DAYS AGO~
“You could have been in serious trouble, you shouldn’t have gotten the poison out of her yourself” Whiskey said to Flavio who sat on the bed beside the unconscious Keziah.
“She could have died…have I not done that” Flavio replied stiffly.
“You know…you’re in no position to save her life at that moment. What if the poison had penetrated into your system, you could have had a breakdown…and maybe not survive it”
“But it didn’t. And I’m alive”
“We’re yet to find the cure for the poison in you Don, the lab has been working on it for years but they couldn’t make up anything. We can only subsides the poison for now, if another poison mixes up with it, then it’s really over” Whiskey said to him worriedly.
Flavio’s mind traces back to some years back, when he was still under the supervision of Godfather Eduardo, receiving training.
After the terrible incident that happened to him and his family,
Marco had sold him to some bandits, and that was when his misery began fully.
Many times he faced deaths in the hands of these bandits, abused and used like he was no human.
But with all, he stayed strong and his resolution to take down the man who turned his life into hell grew bigger and stronger.
Amongst all other kids of his age who were in the same situation as he was then, he was the most clever, smart and determined.
In all mission given to them, whether to steal, rob or even ki||, he excels in all.
This brave achievements of him made him got the recognition of the Boss there. He was posted to more harder missions and he aced all though he went through some struggles.
Three years later, he stumbled upon the Godfather who liked him at first glance.
His expression may say gentle but his eyes says otherwise.
He took him in and made him one of his boys, Flavio used the opportunity to get him help him with his revenge which he succeeded, but to pledge his loyalty to the Godfather, he had been fed a deadly poison which no one knows the origin.
He was only given a relief whenever the poison relapses, but not the antidote.
He and Whiskey has been trying for years to figure out what this poison is so they can make the antidote but no doctor could figure it out.
Till Godfather died, he never for once gave him the antidote or tells him what it is made from so he had no absolute way of finding out.
Any venomous substance can trigger the poison in him and caused him death, which explains why he doesn’t smokes.
“Does she even worth it?”
“I feel like she’s the only one that can stop me…that’s why I’ll do anything…to keep her safe. She has to be alive, for me…to see the light again, Whiskey. Understand me?” He said loftily, staring at her.
Unknown to them, Keziah who had came into consciousness at that particular moment heard everything they said, so for her plan after she awake, she sneakily added tobacco tossed by one of the mobs inside his wine which he drank unknowingly.
* * *
Like a zombie looking for a prey to feed on, Keziah drags her feet out of the bathroom, she had already wore back her dress, her expression blank and void.
She opens the the door to the room and met Whiskey standing there, probably keeping guard.
Whiskey’s eyebrow furrows when he saw the condition she was in. It made him wonder what could have happened again.
Could Flavio have done something to her again or..could she have made another crazy attempt of trying to ki|| him?
The thought n_gg@rd at him.
“ki|| me” Her hoarse voice eventually said to him, snapping him off his thoughts.
“It’s finished now. I have nothing to live for so…just ki|| me” She said again stepping closer to him, Whiskey’s eyes wandered to the blood stains on her face and considering what she had just said, f-__-k!
He ran into the room immediately but couldn’t find Flavio.
“BOSS!!”
“BOSS!!” He yelled dashing into the bathroom, and that’s where he saw him, groaning and struggling weakly on the floor in the pool of his own blood.
“f-__-k! BOSS!!!” He ran over to him, scooping his head on his thighs.
“Boss…” He called.
Flavio gurgles, more blood spitting out of his mouth.
“Poi…son…” He mutters, his eyes bulging out at every seconds.
“$h|t!” Whiskey drops him immediately, and ran back to the room. He opened the drawer, and brought out a rectangular box from it. Inside the box is a syringe, he quickly took it and ran back to Flavio in the bathroom.
“I’ll inject you now, please hold it in” He said to him and Flavio did as he said. Whiskey took a breath and then, on his right arm, he injects the syringe.
“ARRGGGGGHHH!!!” Flavio let’s out a deafening excruciating scream, holding tightly unto Whiskey as the syringe penetrates more deeply into his system.
“Almost there…” Whiskey whispers, Flavio grits his teeth tightly till he inject the liquid in the syringe completely into him.
“UGH!!” A loud pants left his mouth when he finally pulls it out, his inside burning up in reaction to the injection.
“Boss…” Whiskey held him, staring at his weak, hazy eyes.
“What should I do with her?” Whiskey asks.
“Mak…make sure…she stays…a…alive…she…must be…ke…pt…alive…Whiskey” He says groaningly before falling deep into unconsciousness.
Whiskey sighs out, sitting back on the floor.
That was really a close call.
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For a whole week, Flavio was bedridden, recuperating from the life thr_@tening condition he was placed in by Keziah.
Keziah on the other hand was locked up in the room as per Whiskey’s order, and being monitored strictly so as not to do anything funny again.
If it’s left to him, he would have had her ki||ed the moment she placed his Master’s life in danger but because he knew Flavio wouldn’t want that, he left her untouched.
Instead, he made sure she was being treated well.
“Hey…” Reggie calls smiling as always as she walks into the room with a tray of food in her hand.
Keziah sat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall as she has been for the past few days.
Not talking or responding to Reggie anytime she speaks to her.
“I brought you some food. You must be hungry” She drops the tray on the table beside the bed and opens the lid of the pot.
“Tada!!! Mackerel soup! What do you think, it smells delic_” Reggie was unable to finish her statement when Keziah rushes away from the bed gagging to the bathroom.
“What the…Hey!!” Reggie quickly runs after her also, but only to see her vomiting into the water closet on getting to the bathroom.
“New girl! Are you okay?” She went to her side, patting her back slowly.
“Do you feel sick?” She touch Keziah’s forehead feeling her temperature.
“You don’t have a fever…what could be wrong?” She mutters.
“I’m fine…” Keziah nudges her away then walk back to the room.
“Wait for me!” Reggie follows suit.
“Are you really sure you’re okay, you look pale and has been puking a lot lately. Should I tell them to get a doctor check you out?” Reggie said behind her as they walk back into the room.
“Just…mind your business and leave me the hell alone” She replied rather coldly.
Reggie pouts.
“I’m just trying to be a friend you know. It isn’t that great being an outcast…why can’t you just understand?” She lowered her head.
“I liked you the first time I saw you, I know you must be having it rough but still…I’m not a bad person and I certainly won’t do anything to hurt you. I’m just as helpless as you are. I might be smiling but…I’m also having it hard…” She mutters sadly.
Keziah gave her a stare for a while before heaving out a low sigh.
“Don’t try to get too close to me. It’ll do you no good” She said and walk back to the bed, but on smelling the soup again, she retch.
“Can you get this…stinky thing away from me?” She says holding her nose.
“It…it stinks?” Reggie asked surprised.
“Can you just…get it away…please?” She says, scrunching up her face. Reggie couldn’t help laughing.
“You’re laughing?” Keziah frowns.
“You know you remind me of when My Mom was pregnant with my youngest sibling, she’ll always retch at the presence of mackerel soup like this even though it was her favorite, she’ll complain at how disgusting it was and also makes faces like you, only later did we found out it was all her early pregnancy symptoms…haha” She laughs but then paused on realizing something.
“Wait. Pregnancy symptoms?” She mutters to herself then look at Keziah who stood dumbfounded.
“OH! MY GOD NEW GIRL, ARE YOU PREGNANT!!” She exclaimed loudly.
“Pre…preg…what??” Keziah’s eyes widened.
* * *
“My Lord…are you in there?” Reggie said in low tones as she knocks on the door to Flavio’s room.
The door opens revealing Whiskey, he craves a brow on seeing Reggie.
“Why are you here?” He asked.
“I need to talk to you…are you free?” She asked.
Whiskey stepped outside to her, closing the door behind.
“What is it?” He asks.
“You told me to take care of the new girl and reports to you if there’s anything off about her, remember?” She said.
“Is something wrong?”
“I think she’s sick”
“Sick?”
“Huh…also I think her sickness has to do with her being pregnant…” She said slowly. Whiskey frowns.
“Preg…nant?”
“I’m not too sure but…I think she’s pregnant. I came over here to tell you as soon as I found out”
Whiskey thought for a while before talking.
“Alright. You may go” He said and made to turn but Reggie held his arm.
“What is it?” He asks coldly.
“Are you…eating well these days?” She asks slowly.
“You seem too busy and_”
“Go back to your work” He said cutly, removing her hand holding him.
“My Lo_”
“And stop calling me that. It gets on my nerves” He interrupted again, turning back to the door, as he place his palm on the doorknob, Reggie voice stops him.
“Why are you being so cold suddenly?”
“It’s seems like you’ve became more distant” She muttered.
“Were we ever close?” He mutters back not looking at her.
“But at least we_”
“There’s no we..you’re just a maid and I…am your master. I have no order for you so leave. I’ll let you know when I need your service” He opens the door and goes in without waiting for her reply.
Reggie staggered back on her feet, her eyes growing misty.
His words stinging her heart deeply.
She thought she was getting close to him.
She thought he was warming up to her but…how could him just suddenly change like that?
She took in her lower lip, wiping away the tears thr_@tening to fall from her eyes.
“How is he doing now?” Whiskey asks the doctor who’s checking Flavio’s vitals.
“Thankfully, he’s getting better. His condition has improved and he should be getting up pretty soon” The doctor reported and he heaves a sigh of relief.
“I think my work here is done. There’s no more cause for alarm”
“Wait, before you go, there’s one more thing I’d like you to check” Whiskey said to him.
* * *.
“How’s it doctor?” Whiskey asked the doctor eagerly as he checks Keziah’s pulse.
The doctor stood up and faces Whiskey.
“She’s few weeks pregnant” The doctor replied to their surprise.
“Are you sure about this?” Whiskey asked again and the doctor nods.
“Her sickness are normal for her condition, it’ll only be for a few weeks you don’t have to worry. Just make sure she isn’t stressed out too much, she needs absolute rest and treatment so as not to have any complications” The doctor said.
Keziah looks down her stomach rubbing it. Her eyes getting teary already.
“Thank you doctor…I’ll see you out” Whiskey said following the doctor out of the room.
“New girl…congratulations. This…is a good news for you right?” Reggie asks keziah who only looks down her stomach with tears strolling down her cheeks.
“Hey…you okay??” Reggie asks worried but that only made her burst out in more tears.
“New girl…” Reggie Sat close to her, slowly pulling her in a hug.
“It’s okay…it’s okay…” She soothes slowly.
LATER AT MIDNIGHT.
Keziah toss incessantly on the bed, low sighs leaving her mouth.
She held her stomach which wouldn’t stop making weird sounds, taking in her lower lip.
“Ugh!!” Another sigh left her mouth and this time around she sat up.
She looks around the room then to the sleeping Reggie on the second bed next to her.
“Hey…” She calls.
“Hey!” She calls again when she wouldn’t get any response.
“He_”
“What!” Reggie interrupted her this time, sitting up the bed.
“It’s late at night new girl, why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I can’t sleep” Keziah replied.
“This thing…wouldn’t let me” She added, lowering her head.
“Wha…what?” Reggie sighs.
“Why? Is it biting you or tickling you uh?”
“It’s not like that…it’s…” Her stomach growls again, prompting her to stop talking.
“Ohh…I see. You must be hungry…you must be”
“Can you get me something to eat?”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“You have to take care of me, don’t you?”
“Wow…you’re really unbelievable, aren’t you?” Reggie pointed.
Keziah keeps quiet.
“Seriously I must say, pregnancy hormones can be really scary…” She shook her head.
“So, will you get me something or not?”
“I will only if you agree to be my friend” Reggie reply.
“You_” Her stomach growls again, cutting her short.
“I’m still waiting for your answer…new girl” Reggie said in a sing song.
Keziah sighs.
“Keziah” She says.
“Uh?” Reggie raised a brow.
“That’s my name. Shouldn’t you at least know your friend’s name? What kind of a friend…are you?” She mumbles rolling her eyes.
“Then that means…you agree to be my friend! We’re now BFFs!” Reggie exclaimed happily.
“Isn’t that too extreme…we’re just_”
“Bestie!!!” Reggie wraps her arms around her excitedly.
“Hey…you’re suffocating me…fall off!”
“I’m so so so so happy!! Really really really happy!!”
“So…can you get me the food now?”
“Sure! Tell me what you want! I’ll get you anything and everything, even if it’s Ox’s tail!” She giggled and get down from the bed.
“Wait here! I’ll be back in a jiffy!! Wait for me!” She ran out of the room, giggling non stop.
“What a freak” Keziah shook her head. She then sighs and looks down her stomach, touching it.
“Now…I think I have a reason to live…Maximo” She smiles.
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“Until when are you gonna keep me in here?” Asshat frowns the moment Whiskey walks in with a maid bringing in food for her.
“Until Boss orders to let you go” Whiskey replied dryly.
“It’s been almost three weeks now! You don’t plan to keep me in here forever, do you?”
“Until the Boss lays order to let you go. Just wait till then okay? I’ll be standing outside, don’t dare do anything funny” Whiskey glared then walk to the door, closing it.
“Bastard!” Asshat clench her teeth.
The maid who was actually Reggie served her her food and was about leaving when Asshat suddenly grab her, pointing the fork she took from the tray to her neck.
“Tell me…what has been going on for the past few days” She demanded.
“There’s…there’s noth_”
“Should I just ki|| you right here,, nobody can hold me for that you know” She dips the fork in her neck, blood drips out.
Reggie shrieks fearfully.
“Now, tell me everything. I can tell something is off. Why is it so quiet…what exactly is going on? Speak up!”
* * *.
Keziah walks into the room gently and slowly, she could see Flavio standing by the window, staring out at it.
On feeling her presence, Flavio turns to her with a smile welcoming his face.
“Hello, Little mouse. It’s been a while”
Keziah rolled her eyes, looking elsewhere.
“What did you do while I was sick in bed? Let me guess, planning another way to end my existence?” He says, walking close to her.
“It’s disappointing to see you…back on your feet” She says spitefully.
“So, did you arrived at a better plan this time around?” He asks staring back at her with a playing smirk on his lips.
“Maybe…who knows” She said back rather, he nods pointing at her.
“You’ve changed. Your eyes…it has changed. You seems…more determined than ever. And I like that”
He walks away from her.
“I would have loved to play around with you but…I’ve got to be somewhere right now. I couldn’t leave without seeing your face that’s why I sent for you. When I come back, we’ll talk better…” He took his track jacket wearing it.
“Ahh…and about that little thing in you…it came at the wrong time…i hope you know that” He said his expression turning dark.
“Don’t you dare touch my baby!” She spat at him.
“We’ll see about that” He only replied walking out of the room.
Keziah pants in nervous heaves, holding her stomach.
“I’ll protect you…I’ll make sure to” She mutters.
“Boss” Whiskey bows the moment he got outside.
“Gather the Mobs…we’re going on the mission tonight”
“But you haven’t_”
Flavio gave him a look making him to stop talking.
“Should I get Asshat also?” He asks.
“Leave her. We’ll go on this mission without her” Flavio replied walking away.
~HOURS LATER~
Reggie came inside the room with a plate of cookies.
“Hey…”Keziah smiles at her.
“Hi” Reggie smiles back dropping the plate of pastries on the bed beside her.
“Is that for me?” Keziah grinned, salivating on the delicious looking pastries.
“I figured out you might be hungry again, so I brought snacks. Hope you love them”
Keziah nods taking one of the pastries and inserting it in her mouth.
“Hmm…it taste nice” She says munching on it.
“Really?…that’s good to hear…I guess” Reggie said looking away.
Keziah gave her a look, she seems weird.
She wasn’t behaving like herself. She seems off.
“Is…something wrong?” She asks but Reggie shook her head, forcing a smile.
“Come on…eat more. I’ll be in the kitchen” She stood up and rushes out of the room before she could say anything more.
“How weird…” Keziah utters, feeding more on the pastries.
“Hmm…this tastes good” She smiles, holding her stomach on feeling some strange movements. But she shrugs it off, deeming it as nothing. She continues eating the pastries until the last piece.
“Ah! My stomach!” She however, wince as a sudden pain struck her stomach.
“Ahh…”She drops the pastry, holding her stomach which starts to hurt badly.
“Ahhrg…” She fell down from the bed to the floor, rolling in pains.
“It hurts…it…hurts…” She wince, looking down but gasps on seeing blood dripping down her legs.
“No….no…” She managed to pick herself up, staggering to the door.
“Help….Re…ggie…” She manage to open the door walking out with her blood dripping down on the floor.
On getting to the stairs, she held unto her stomach tightly, as the pain intensifies, it was something was twisting her insides.
“Help…AHHH!!!” She then yelped loudly and sharply as a hand suddenly pushed her forward making her lose her balance and rolled down the stairs brutally to the floor. At the end of it, her head hits the pillar there hardly causing a bleeding immediately.
“Ahh…” She groans slowly holding her stomach, blood oozing from her legs and her head.
“My baby…” She mutters weakly and painfully, her eyes looking up the stairs to see who pushed her and surely she saw it.
That familiar face.
The figure walks away from the stairs while she brought her eyes down.
“My baby…” She winces, tears rolling down her eyes.
“…about that little thing in you…it came at the wrong time…i hope you know that” Flavio’s voice replayed in her head as her consciousness slowly departs from her.
“Fredo…” She mutters, closing her eyes.
T.B.C.