(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Daddy's here

Dachinko Mansion

The beautiful face looked calm and did not give any reaction, he was still stunned to look at the large glass like a wall on the left of the mansion.

He was still unable to say anything, his usual cold staring eyes were now crying.

Her daughter?

The little girl was still unconscious and was in her room, she had not even seen him at all.

"This is your tea,"

The low, heavy voice was heard from behind making Louise turn her head.

Now it's like having the atmosphere back to calm and as if those tears never existed.

An expression that can be re-arranged and eyes that can look straight at him.

"Bianca di-"

"Woman is pregnant?" her question that cut the man in front of her without having time to hear what she wanted to say.

James frowned, he stared puzzledly at the girl.

"Who?" the question that does not understand, indeed if there is a pregnant woman it is his business?

"Bella," Louise replied as she threw away her dislike-looking eyes.

"He's pregnant?" james asked, who was confused to hear him. For him he has no business if his ex-lover is pregnant.

"Why ask me?" louise looked back at the man again.

"Then? Why would you say that to me? What's my business with that?" ask her while looking at the girl.

The man stared in confusion until the girl's gaze answered him even though he was not spoken.

"Whatever's on your mind right now, it's not true. I never slept with her after we broke up" said the woman, who began to realize what was in the girl's head.

"But you're still in touch with his time confining me, right?" asked the girl with eyes that seemed to not believe her at all.

"If I say no, will you believe me?" he asked while looking at the girl in front of him.

Louise chose silence no longer to say anything, to be honest there were some things she could not believe from the man.

Whether it's a statement of love or a misunderstanding in the past that he still remembers.

Compared to the misconception the man did choose something to hurt her more.

"What's wrong with that kid?" ask her who tried to divert the conversation again.

"He's sick" James replied briefly, not saying the whole thing.

The girl's iris greened for a moment but she threw away her gaze again, "Then?" her question is like not wanting to know the state of her beautiful princess.

"I know you hate me but he's your son, he's not wrong. He doesn't even know what's going on with us" said James, who saw the woman's reaction.

"You do the same, right? You hate me and my brother for hating our father?" louise asked as she took a breath.

Although he wanted to know or feel sorry for his daughter he still seemed to have a large wall blocking him.

James is silent out of words, he cannot deny it because it is true. It was like giving back all the words to himself.

"But you promised to give me 30 chances, right? So I want you to meet Bianca," said the one who did not deny and mentioned anything else.

"It's not an opportunity to be used like this" Louise shook her head.

Looking for reasons not to see her little daughter, or pay attention to her.

"You're his mother, meet him." said the man in a lower voice.

"What do you want me to see him for? For him to die?" louise asked with an eye not showing indifference but avoiding something that would hurt her again.

"What do you mean?" James stared in bewilderment at the absurd remark to him.

"He's died, when I have my love for him." said the girl softly in a trembling voice.

The man fell silent again, words that he certainly knew who he was saying.

His first son with the girl was too late he knew, and lost her right before he touched her.

"But this time he's alive, he's alive right now and you can tell he's carrying her." said James, speaking of his daughter.

"You're saying I'm crazy? Remember that? You also blamed me at that time," he said softly.

"But I can't stand you either, you look hateful but also want me, weak content but you also make me like a pel*cur,"

"I'm asking you to just stop at me, do whatever you want and ask you to let go of my sister. But otherwise..."

"I can't breathe in this place every day and try to live, and I try it..."

"But it just keeps me cooped up with a dead body..."

"When I wanted that child so much, I loved him so much." he said softly.

The man was silent for a moment, everything he had just heard was something that could not be denied and moreover he did not know the impact of his attitude that forced the girl to lock up with their son who had been there was no punishment for trying to escape had such a huge impact.

"If I love that child too, she'll die soon and it's scary for me." she said.

"Just one minute, no! 30 seconds! She's sick, she's really sick." said the one who chose to keep persuading the girl in front of her.

....

The green iris rounded for a moment with a frowning forehead.

"You didn't beat him up, did you?" louise asked as soon as she saw the unconscious little girl with a body full of scars.

James did not reply, he only glanced with a gaze that said if he could not possibly do it.

Louise watched for quite a while and then turned around from the room.

"Now is it? I want to go home" he said, throwing away his face.

James was silent for a moment to notice the look on the girl's face after seeing their daughter, "I'll let you know later that she's conscious."

"No need" replied the girl who sounded hesitant.

The man took a deep breath, the look was not like it showed no concern or hatred.

"She won't die even if you try to love her, if you feel she's burdening you you don't have to worry she's my responsibility not yours" she said.

The man came back with a jacket in his hand, he put it together and sealed the girl's body tightly.

Even the marks left behind continue to disturb him.

"I don't feel cold" said Louise, who refused as the man gave her the jacket.

"Cold, you feel cold" said the man as he continued to pair the jacket with eyes that led to a trace of love that would be seen if he noticed.

Louise realized what was in the spotlight of the man, she knew the jacket given to her was not to warm her body temperature but to cover her scars.

No more talk, whether it's about children or about each other.

......................

Sky Blue Apart

The sky had turned dark today, the girl could not hide her thoughtful look since she had returned.

"What are you thinking?"

The girl flinched, hands that touched her shoulders from behind and hugged her tightly like a postage stamp.

"Nothing" she replied briefly.

He did not want to pay attention to something that looks will disappear in front of his eyes again, but still it disturbs him.

"Zay? If for example, just like her.." said her doubtfully.

"I've had children with other men how?" she asked without looking at the man who was hugging her from behind.

Zayn was speechless, for some reason the girl's attitude was getting more and more different day by day. As if he had regained his memories and he was suspicious of it.

"Then I get a bonus, right?" ask with a small smile, because he already knew the girl had a child.

"You don't have a problem?" asked Louise cringing.

"No, I like you and I like anything that comes from you. So it doesn't matter to me." she said honestly as she continued to hug and kiss the curvature of the girl's neck.

"But it's not that you should also ask about her father?" louise said again.

"I don't care about his father, as long as you stick with me," replied the man who grew increasingly fond and did not want to let go of the girl who was with him.

"Louise.." call her shrewd.

"Hm?"

"Whatever happens later, don't leave me.." she said.

"Where am I going? I'm here, right?" louise asked as she felt the hand that was hugging her was getting closer and closer.

"Not that, it's just..."

"I always felt you'd throw me away later." she said softly.

Louise was silent, her tongue mute could not say anything even consolation to say it would not happen.

......................

Dachinko Mansion

The brown netra slowly began to open little by little, the light that entered into her eyes made her start to see clearly.

The deg!

The doll-like little girl flinched, she again saw a tall and well-built man standing beside her.

Because he was afraid that the little girl could not distinguish what the man who was at his bedside was doing.

"DWO!!!" his cries and screams sounded loud even though he had just woken up.

The guard who had just arranged the infusion of the little girl immediately turned his head towards her young miss.

"Miss? You're up?" ask her with a smile of relief to see the little boy who was conscious despite crying loudly.

"HUH!!! HUHU!!!"

Her cries grew, her tiny body trembled violently and looked like it wanted to escape. He felt he would be beaten again with evil uncles who beat him up.

Bruk!

"DWO!!!"

"Miss? You can't come down all of a sudden" she said, trying to get the tiny body back into bed again.

The hand that looks small and tiny is bleeding because of the infusion that was suddenly plucked.

"It hurts!!! Hua!!!"

Her face was wet, her trembling body and sudden movements could make her entire bones even more broken.

Hearing the screams of his daughter the man immediately came, he looked towards his guards who had difficulty bringing his little daughter back to the top of the bed as she continued to rebel.

"Bianca?"

Hearing the voice of his master the guard began to move aside.

While the trembling petite body was seen hiding in the corner of his bed with fear.

"Dian? See it? It's Daddy?" his words were reaching for the little fingers with his hands.

The face that was reddened by crying and still looked full of bruises turned his head.

"By..Daddy?" call her softly with a hoarse voice.

"All!!!"

The cry grew bigger when he saw the father, but he no longer rebelled when the hand took his.

James carried her slowly, his right hand seemed to still bleed because the infusion hose that was plucked suddenly made her tear.

Not to mention the possibility of a small body that has broken bones again due to moving suddenly when rebelling earlier.

"Daddy's here,"

"St..."

"Don't be afraid anymore..."

He carried and leaned the small body against the chest of his field, the hand that held his little princess and rubbed her gently.

The little girl still could not say anything but cry out in fear.