IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA – Episode 10

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA

Written by: Author Bambi

Episode 10

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I slipped back into my clothes, rushing out of the changing room. I moved by so fast, going out of the building before anyone noticed. The press was outside, getting stopped by the medical personnel. A taxi passed by, and I wasted no time flagging it down. “Roxanne,” I said.

My phone rang in my pocket, and I slipped my hand into it, getting it out. “Emily?” I said, with my brows raised, answering her.

“Jong,”

“Emily, what’s wrong? What’s with the voice?”

“You have to come home. The child is sick.”

I gulped.

I told the driver to speed. Roxanne was still far. I relaxed my back on the chair, knowing the ride was going to be a long one…

AT ROXANNE 

It was 3 O’clock when Jong-su arrived. Emily was at the door, waiting eagerly for Jong, who had called to inform her that he was near.

“Is he ever going to reach?” Emily paced.

Ding dong—

The doorbell alarmed her, and she turned the doorknob. “Finally!” She heaved.

“I’m sorry I had to put you through this,” Jong-Su’s voice came in, the moment Emily opened the door.

“Why won’t you just take her to her mother?” Emily asked. “Look at her, Jong. The child isn’t feeling well.” She said. She pointed at the couch and moved closer to the child. “Oh, poor child,” she sighed. Jong-Su ignored her, squatting beside the little girl. “Hello, Penelope,”

“Hello,”

“She’s been running temperature since,”

The child raised her head.

“Awe, the poor child misses her Mommy,”

Jong-su stood back up. “Has she eaten anything?”

Emily shook her head. “She’s rejected every single thing we’ve given her. I’m afraid we might have to see a doctor.”

“Okay.”

Jong-Su made to leave as the child caught one leg of his pants. “I want to see my Mommy,” she whined. “And Kendra, too.” She said to Jong-SU’s surprise.

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Kendra was wide awake now and was served lunch. Kamila took it upon herself to feed her, despite having a lot on her hands.

She ate slowly, not feeling like having anything, being forced by her mother. The doctor had advised that she had something, and so Kamila rang the house chef.

“How are you feeling, honey? Does anywhere ache?”

“Just my head hurts a little…”

“Oh, you’ll be fine.” Kamila couldn’t hold her excitement, seeing her daughter awake. She fed her with a magnificent smile, making sure she finished everything and left nothing on the plate.

“I want to use the bathroom,” Kendra said, once she was done.

Lucille offered to escort her there, helping her rise. They made for the bathroom and she waited outside, pondering on when she was going to let out what she had in mind.

“Ouch!” Lucille heard. “Kendra?” She called, panic-stricken.

“What’s it?” Kamila asked. She rose to her feet, watching Lucille rush inside. She placed the plate on the table beside and went to see if everything was alright. “What’s wrong?’

Kendra held her chest. “I feel awful,”

Kamila left the entrance of the bathroom and made closer to Kendra. The latter had her hand on her chest, complaining of having a burn.

Lucille rushed out, swiftly taking hold of the bottle of water that stood on the bedside table. She went into the bathroom again and gave Kendra the bottle, as she gulped down the liquid.

“Feel better?” Kamila asked.

Kendra nodded at her mother’s question, moving out of the bathroom. “I just want to lie down,”

The two women looked at themselves, and then made to help her back on the bed.

“Do you remember anything?” Lucille asked Kendra as she adjusted the pillow under her head.

Kendra looked at her. “I remember everything,” she said with confidence. “Everything from when I was kidnapped to when Psi came in.”

Kamila inched closer. “Who is this Psi?” 

 

TBC

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