The surrogate assassin

CHAPTER FIVE:MATTEO

"You're not coming and that's final." I said to my mother who was trying to choose a dress to wear for our Mafia's gathering.

She laughed. "And who exactly is going to stop me. You?" She responded laughing again and I sighed.

"Mum can't you see your making me more stressed than I already am. You know I don't like it when you come for gatherings like this. Anything could happen. I just want you safe and away from that atmosphere, so would you please just stay home." I say trying to convince my mom.

"And miss all the fun. No way honey, besides I have you and your father and the numerous guards you guys always keep with me, to protect me. I reckon I'll be fine." She says holding up a black dress that had its back cut out and stopped mid thigh.

"You're not wearing that, please look for something else" I say with a disapproving look on my face.

She laughs then replies. "Yes Dad" and goes to look for another dress and I continue trying to convince to stay home.

"What fun are you talking about Mom. It's literally the different heads of different territories in our Mafia getting drunk and strategizing on how to take over more territories. There's nothing remotely fun about it."

She comes out of her walk in-closet putting on a red dress that clung to her like a second skin, had cut outs at the the hips and showed way too much cleavage.

"Jesus Christ Mom, are you trying to have Dad kill all his men for looking at you. You're definitely not wearing that." Shaking my head I sit on the bed.

"But, I like the color" she say assessing herself in the mirror.

I scoff. "that's the color that'll stain the venue ground, if you wear that to the gathering. Change mom." I say in frustration then remember why I was there.

"Why am I even helping you choose a dress, you're not coming mom." I say matter as a matter of fact.

"Teo, as long as I know it'll be a pleasant surprise to your father and it'll make him happy, then I'm coming. Besides, you know he's always wanted me to come with him to gatherings like these, what batter way to surprise him than showing up unannounced." She replies.

She walks out with a blue dress that covered her arms, hugged her waist and chest, showing the right amount if cleavage, then flared out to the ground.

"This is much better. At least Dad won't have to kill anyone today." I say approvingly.

She laughs and I can't help but chuckle along with her. She twirls around in front of the mirror and asks me. "Do you like?"

I get up reserving my argument. It was obvious she wasn't going to change her mind.

I hug her and kiss her on her forehead. "You look beautiful mom. You make the dress pretty not the other way around."

My mother is literally an epitome of beauty. She and my Dad got married when she was just a teenager and she had me in her teens years too, making her the youngest Mafia wife and the envy of every Mafia boss out there.

Despite the years passing She's still as stunning as ever.

She smiles. "Thank you son. I see I raised you well. Your going to make a wonderful boyfriend and husband one day."

I step away and roll my eyes. "You know I don't have time for women Mom. The mafia is a dangerous place to choose to have a lover. I'd rather not have another person that could be a weak point to me."

She reaches up and hold my cheeks. "I promise you that when you find that special girl that's last thing that you'll be thinking about. Instead you'd go crazy just thinking how to make her yours and you'd want to have her around you always."

She laughs and heads back into her closet to change and get ready. "Trust me when I tell you that when you fall in Love. That girl will drive you nuts yet she'll be the only person you'll actually want around you. I'm speaking from experience." She walks out in a robe.

"Do you think your father and I planned on falling in love? Of course not. I was just a waitress that has the nerve to call your father out when he acted like and asshole. He was intrigued because I was the first and so our love story began."

"Well I'm not Dad." I reply about to leave.

"Matteo Lucas Valentino, I want Grand children before I'm gray and old." Mom says stopping me.

I turn to face her. "Oh you'll have grand children. Because of that stupid law that father established I need and heir to take over our Mafia, so yes you'll have a grandchild, but don't expect a daughter in-law."

Surprised mom asks. "Don't tell me you plan on adopting when you're fully capable of making a child."

"I have no plan to adopt a child." I reply

"So how are you going to have a child if you don't plan on sleeping with anyone and you don't want adopt" she presses.

"I'm going to get a surrogate." I say and walk out.

I know she wouldn't be happy about my decision. My mom always envisioned i'd fall in love and bring the "special girl" home to her but she was wrong.

Love is a waste of time and a huge distraction. I had witnessed my father lose his s**t several times and kill important allies, literally staring a war between two territories because said ally had looked at my mother lustfully.

Let's not talk about the times my mother would decide that she wanted to go out to get her hair or nails or dress done, instead of having the nail technician, her personal designer and hair stylist come home.

My father would be a worried and anxious mess, but being able to focus on anything.

I shook my head. Love was the last thing I needed in my life right now.

I pulled out my phone and called Dante. "Get a car ready for my mother and I then Double the security, check the surrounding area of the venue for anything suspicious and ensure security for today is tight."

"Did you get a tip about anyone planning anything against today's meeting boss?" He asks.

"Not a tip just a feeling. Make sure you do as I've instructed" I ended the call and went to prepare.

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We arrived at the venue and the bad feeling I had about this meeting only grew making me more anxious.

I sat at the back keenly observing everyone for anything suspicious. My mother ever the social butterfly, was handing out greetings and smiles to everyone.

I looked at my father and saw that he was glaring daggers at everyone she greeted. I sighed.

Great. We just might have another blood bath today. I get up and head to get my mother to avoid to any issues between my father and another of his allies.

I reach her and gently take her hand leading her back to my father. "Mom are you trying to start another war?" I whisper in her ears.

"Oh don't be ridiculous, I was just being nice. Besides I told your father if he ever does something like that I'd leave him." She says confidently.

I scoff. "As if he'd ever let you"

We reached the table my father was seated and I see him visibly relax.

Mom bends to kiss Dad and I feel it before I even understand what is happening.

Shocked and stunned I reached up to brush the hot liquid off my face and stared at my hand still in shock.

It was blood.

Both my parents had just been shot dead. Right before my very eyes.