Not the Mistress of the Mafia World

He went back to his senses when his phone rang. His brows furrowed when he saw his dad’s name on the screen.

Just a while ago, he mentioned him and now, his name is on the screen of his phone. He can’t help but overthink things.

There’s no way he knows it already.

Right?

“Dad?”

[Where are you?]

His lips remained parted when he heard a stern voice as if he did something terrible that would absolutely make him mad.

He’s guilty. He’s indeed doing something against his orders.

“Sean’s house. Why?”

[We’re in Margarita. Your mom wishes to see you.]

“Margarita?” there’s a hint of surprise in his voice. “When did you come here? Why you didn’t tell me?”

When he got inside his car, he drove away as soon as he could.

[We just decided to take a short vacation here. Don’t worry too much. Nothing is happening.]

“You expect me to believe that? Mafia World is a mess right now.”

He didn’t hear any response right away but a deep sigh.

[Just go here, son. We’ll talk later.]

He only threw his phone to the shotgun seat and stepped on at the gas. He drove as fast as he can without causing accidents on the road.

He has a bad feeling about his parent’s sudden, unexpected, and unannounced arrival.

In the first place, why are they there? And his dad’s voice…it sounded so serious at the same time dismal.

Is he just overthinking things?

When he arrived and got out of his car, he quickly ran towards the main door of a mansion. For how many years, no one lived there aside from maids.

The mansion is only alive whenever the owners are home and that is his parents. He’s right outside his parent’s contemporary mansion.

As soon as he gets inside, his cousins are the ones who welcomed him in a not so overwhelming way.

His brows furrowed and stopped. He’s planning to proceed to his dad’s office as soon as he got inside but his beloved cousins made him stop for some reason.

“What the hell is happening here?"

It’s like he just hit the pause button. The three literally stopped from moving. Their arms are all in the air with a pillow on each one of their hands.

If his common sense is working, they’re having a pillow fight.

But it’s commonly held inside a private room. Not obviously in the living room.

The three still have to process everything. It’s been not so long since the last time they heard his voice so there’s no way that one is coming from a different person.

When their eyes met Cj’s, they stood properly looking almost like a statue. They even hid the pillows behind their backs believing it’s enough for him not to see it.

Little did they know, they paused for almost ten seconds.

Cj roamed his eyes around the place. The living room is a big mess as if ten super typhoons landed continuously.

Now he doubts if what had happened was actually a ‘pillow fight’.

As the oldest among the cousins, the only thing he can do is to massage his temples to help himself from being stressed.

He was just dealing with Sean’s immaturity an hour ago and now this. Gladly, Ron still hasn’t joined the crew.

“It’s Sophia!”

Sophia glanced at the girl who sold her in shock. She didn’t just sell her, she is also pointing her fingers at her.

No one thought someone among them is going to answer that question. They thought the imaginary telepathy between family members works perfectly.

Well, it did. It just didn’t work to that one.

“You started it!” she countered, defending herself. “I avenged myself because you started it!”

The remaining girl looked on the other side, still hasn’t said anything.

She thought being silent and ‘unbothered’ could bring her to a safe place not until someone pointed her out—the one who sold Sophia too.

“Andrea told me to throw it at you and see what’s coming next! You could have just let me. You don’t have to avenge yourself and make it worse? Of course, I’m going to avenge myself too? That throw was really hard and strong. My neck almost broke!”

“Hey, how is it my fault? You have human rights, use them. You can say no if you don’t want it? You wanted it. Don’t put it on me!”

“Huh?! 'Don’t have to avenge myself'?! 'Make it worse'?!” a volcano is about to erupt any minute from now. “Do you expect me not to do anything after you slammed that pillow on my face without any particular reason?!”

“Are you really going to fight in front of me?”

They flinched at the same time. They forgot Cj is right there.

When they looked at him, he’s scarier. He’s just crossing his arms while looking at him with his threatening eyes.

They swallowed the lump in their throats at the same time. They’re so ready to meet their bitter fates not until someone from the stairs spoke.

“Brother! You’re here! No wonder why the house feels darker!”

He doesn’t know what exactly to feel about that. But he just let his younger sister run to him and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him tightly.

“I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Xeign…” he patted her head. She’s only on his chest level. “How are you three? What’s with the sudden arrival? Even these three are here? What’s the problem?”

“I’m not allowed to talk about it…”

“I won’t tell them.”

She scowled. “No? I’m not like you. I know how to keep secrets and shut my mouth. Besides, I’m sure they’ll tell you once you three finally meet. They’re waiting at the office.”

It made him sighed. So there really is a problem after all. He’s not overthinking things.

They started to walk away, ignoring the three girls. That’s a relief for them. They just got away from their bitter fates.

“Xeign is indeed an angel sent from above…”

“I need this place clean as soon as possible,” Cj said strictly, sending shivers down to their spines. “Don’t ask the maids to do it for you. I’ll ask them. Clean your own mess. I’ll deal with you three later.”

Their shoulders dropped and looked around. Their lips gaped, there really is like ten typhoons landed on their place. T

hey didn’t notice it before. They’re just so focused to break each others’ necks. Now they understand why Cj looked so stressed.

When Cj pushed the two steel doors, giving him a way to enter his dad’s office, his desk was the first one to show on his eyes.

He saw his father looking at his laptop sternly. When he totally got inside, he saw her mom sitting on the couch. She’s the first one he went to.

She smiled at him but he could tell it’s half meant. As if she really doesn’t want to smile but she has to because he’s in front of her.

Even her eyes aren’t smiling at all. It looks tired.

She looks exhausted, and Cj can tell it by simply going near her. He can feel the negative aura surrounding his mother.

“Hey, how are you mom?” he kissed her cheeks and sat beside her. “You…don’t look so good. What happened?”

He next darted his gaze to his father. He’s not looking on his laptop anymore but him, ready to give his son his full attention.

After all, what he about to say needs him looking right straight into his eyes.

“She’s not the mistress of the Mafia World anymore.”