22 Your name's..... Kenny?!

{ I am sorry my lovely readers. I had just started college, started writing daily for my another novel A Throne of Shadows and Thorns and I was getting use to the new schedule. Now I am back on track. I will be uploading every Monday and Friday. Possibly a third day if I can find time. But this would be the new uploading schedule. Thank you for your patience, let's continue!!!!!!}

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" I love you, mama." He declared as I felt my throat tightened, the words so pure of affection opposed to his father. The words that gave me some hope within myself. As tears rolled down my face without control. Geez, now I was crying because of the son. " Mama, don't cry." He pleaded as he wiped my tears.

" I'm sorry, baby." I apologized, as I didn't want him to see me in this condition but I couldn't help myself. Damn this kid, definitely knew what I needed before I needed it. I didn't want to cry in a room full of men, but fuck it. I deserved to feel what I felt in this moment.

His tiny little baby hands remaining on my face, it was so interesting how someone so small could be so precious- so tender that they one day turn into an old person like me, " It's okay momma- but don't cry. You too pretty to cry." Milo added as the tears ran faster. Oh damn,this kid was going to break hearts. Make many woman cry, trust me! I am his mother, the first, and probably not the last. Cass scurrying over almost hitting the floor as he stood right back next to me, noticing my tears as I swiped them away.

" Oi. Oi. What did you do to her, baby boss?" Cass angrily accused as Milo blinked at him, not knowing where his attitude was coming from. I mean I could understand if any of the man saw the boss under stress, emotional, or in tears someone would have to die. But for god sake, Milo is a baby. He wasn't the root of my problems.

I nudged him in the ribs as his eyes turned on me, " Stop Cass, Milo's just a baby. He didn't to anything that upset me. He just said that he loved me and couldn't help but cry." I explained as he opened his mouth to say something when a gush of wind passed us removing Milo from my arms.

I blinked, I never see people move so fast as Robertson exclaimed while pouting, " Boss baby! Did you just say you love her! Aw, that's so cute, but you never said that to me. Come on, please say it!" Roberston pleaded as he swayed Milo in the air, refusing to talk. " Please! Just once! I need Thomas to capture this on camera for the boss!"

I turned my head to see Thomas pushing his glasses up while holding the phone in his hand ready to record evidence. " Don't tell me you record what just happened?" I asked worriedly, I did not need blackmail that I was crying. I would never hear the end of it from Cass, Colton, or any of my men if I ever returned to the post.

But unfortunately to my old past luck of a friend Thomas nodded as he spoke with such bluntness, " I have it captured on video. I will probably show it to the Master."

I rolled my eyes the mention of Colton made me just want to stab someone.I hitched my lip looking like a mad lioness as I kept all my murderous thoughts to myself. Looking back as Robertson flew Milo like any airplane, make funny faces. It was actually entertaining and funny, but Milo didn't crack even the fainest smile. " Oh come on Milo. Please- pre-tty please. I promise to give you some ice cream." He offered as Milo squinted his eyes, he knew already at the age of three snuffing out some people's bullshit. Wow. I guess it was just a heredity trait.

You know us mobsters knew bullshit. We could smell it, see it, taste it. The look in people's eyes, the smell of nonsense: it was always there you just had to spot it.

" No." Milo refused, crossing his arms as he looked like a cute angry bird. Aw, he probably thought he looked like the baddest mobster but he was just an adorable wo-adorable baby boy.

" Please, boss baby, I do whatever you want." Robertson offered.

" No!" Milo exclaimed. " No. No. No. No. I want to be with mommy."

Ha, in your face the power of the mommy !!! Yes, converting him into a mommy's boy instead of one of these punks! " Yeah, that's my boy!" I cheered as I clapped my hands as he smiled.

" Hurry Thomas! Take the picture. Take the picture!" Robertson hurried as we head a click. Immediately, Milo face dropping as Robertson held him close. " Did you get it?" He said with so much hope his being beamed with light.

I looked at Thomas who scrunched his brows together, turning the phone around to reveal........

" It came out blurry." He announced as Cass and I face planted as we could see Robertson's soul leave his body into the gates of heaven.

" WHAT! COME ON!" Robertson freak out, looking at Milo who gazed somewhere else.

" Maybe you guys should try another day?" I suggested as they both shook their heads.

" No, we must complete this mission today! Even if it cost me my life." Robertson said proudly not standing down from his lifelong conquest, turning slightly to four eyes, " Thomas, take every single moment."

Thomas with a set blazing fire in his eyes followed.

Hours later...

I yawned scratching my arms as I sat on the floor next to Cass as we played poker. So far I had eight wins, Cass one. I still had it. I was still in peak game. Ha, you can never defeat the boss! But that reminded me I needed to work out so I can punch Colton in the face next time he tries some stupid drunk act like last night as my eyes wondered to my baby who was being abused my two grown men. Milo was nodding off, as Thomas and Robertson tired endlessly. This was so dumb. I need to end this. " You guys, stop it. Milo's tired. Leave that for another day." I pointed out.

" But we almost have the picture." Robertson assured as they continued.

" Have the picture my ass." I muttered under my breath as I ran my hand through my hair Cass leaning into see what cards I carried. " Hey, cheater!"

His green eyes scurried away as he pretended to look at his deck confusingly. Damn, cheater. Damn, man. Aren't they all cheaters.

" Come on. Milo smile for Uncle Kenny. Come on for uncle Kenny. Yes, uncle Kenny?" Thomas say in a baby voice as our heads snapped up. A slight smile finding it's way on Milo's face as they repeated it until he broke out into giggles.

" Kenny?" Cass and I said at the same time. Whose that? Did we miss someone? Was there another bodyguard?

" Thomas, shush. They're not suppose to know. " Robertson complained stomping his feet.

" Oh, hush. What makes a difference if they know or not. Besides I got the photo and video!" Thomas let me know as that was great and all but who was Kenny?

" Know. Know what?" I questioned turning to Cassian who shrugged his shoulders.

" I don't know but its seems like this Kenny person is not very fond of there name." Cassian alluded whispering into my ear as we watched it play out.

"Thomas, don't." Robertson groaned.

" Why is there a problem Kenny?" Four eyes mocked, for some reason his demeanor looked less nice and of a composed gentleman but more of a thug when he was around Robertson.

" Oh don't you -" Robertson began as we so realized that wasn't just someone, anyone, a strangers name, it was his name!

" WAIT YOUR NAME'S KENNY?!" We both yelled in confusion.