The Gangster's Toy

Hoax

Tensed up atmosphere danced around Lorenzo family and the stranger who sat elegantly in the big couch, with dim yellow light complimenting her long brown hair and sleek features, she looked breath-taking. Lorenzo had his face in his hands as he stirred irritated at his son's new catastrophe, while the lady Lorenzo stood coldly in a corner, her gaze never leaving her son's expressionless body, mentally wanting to kill him then and there. Not again? She felt troubled as if besides giving birth to this troublesome son of hers, it was her everyday duty to hide the fact that he impregnated coutless girls and each time they had to feed their gold-digger asses with money to get it aborted and never say a word about it but she, Tiffany, was so persistent in her skin that it scared the older lady. What if.......what if she doesn't get it aborted? But then again, she knew that her son couldn't care less about his 'baby' with her even in the least because did he care for any of the girls in his past? No. 

  "Tiffany..", Mr Lorenzo started, his eyes fixed on her face with a straight but easily readable expression. You have to agree on this because you have no other option. "We'll transfer whatever amount of money you want, to your bank account for aborting the baby and never speaking of it again". Alessandro hissed in anger, irritated enough with the fresh blows and now this issue. He hated everything about his life right now and if it was not for the screeching silence, he knew he would explode. 

  "Look Mr Lorenzo. I don't want any money. I am not interested in your stupid son either-" The remark earned a glare from the said male's side as he urged to smack her dead in the wall but his brother hovered above him, pushing him back down before he could make any other unintelligent move. 

  "Sit back down, shithole". 

  "Instead of feeding pregnant girls with your wealth, why don't you invest on sending your son to a mannerism class? Or 'how to not be a fuckboy' one, that can work too", She sarcastically smiled, her leg resting on the other as she pointed her index at the tall figure sitting in front of her. Alessandro dug his eyes in hers, fuming with anger. If it wasn't for the hand on his shoulder, he'd pounce. "Besides, I am blessed with enough money so no thanks." 

  "Oh no dear, you need to stop working in a bar first, you slut!", Mrs Lorenzo was starting to lose the little amount of sanity and patience she had in her. Absolutely hating the idea of having a grandchild out of a mere 'accident', or at least that was what she always called it. Tiffany smiled slyly as she stood up, her hands clasped together. 

  "You don't wanna use that language with me. I won't abort the baby and when I give birth, I want your son to claim it. Just like your older son did. Jeez, guess fuckboy-ness runs in the family." 

  "What's your f*****g point?", Marcelo spoke up, his eyebrows twitching. "You want to keep the baby for what if you don't need money I don't understand". 

  "I don't expect you to understand, Lorenzo Marcelo", Tiffany retorted as she went on. "I will live here till I give birth", She announced absolutely confident when she said 'will' instead of 'want to', she had determined it and she knew she would make it come true. It was conspicuous that she had no clue about Jose Mateo's existence but did he ever matter to anyone in Lorenzo family, no. 

  Everyone went tight-lipped on the 'order', imagining the amount of suspicion this would cause since Tiffany was a prominent model and her leaving in the Lorenzo Gang's house? Didn't quite fit but to everyone's surprise, a gun soon pointed at her. Their pupils dilated as the trigger was one grain away from getting pulled when Marcelo diverted the younger and raging heir's arm and it pierced a vase, presenting a clean hole in the papery wall. His breathing was uneven as he struggled with his older brother's tight grip around him, he hated it, he hated her and he felt helpless before her when the Lorenzo shouted. 

  "LORENZO ALESSANDRO! CALM THE f**k DOWN!". Tiffany stood frozen in her spot, eyes glued to the father of her baby, she almost died internally from the sound of the gunshot but she didn't let it get to her face as she soon breathed out heavily and furrowed her eyebrows. "She'll live here till she gives birth, you get it?! You started it so bear with it! now ALL OF YOU DISMISS AND GIVE ME SOME SPACE!" An owl-eyed lady grasped her husband by the shoulder and argued on with him on how much she hated the new family member but the Lorenzo was too exhausted, too irritated for another argument as he left his room to plan on covering Tiffany's sudden disappearance from the industry, an annoyed wife trailing behind him. 

  "That....could have killed me, Lorenzo Alessandro", Tiffany voiced out, her smirk eventually returning to find the heir in his worst state. He had his face in his hands, shaking with anger as Marcelo stood beside him with the gun, wanting to inform him that a human named 'Jose Mateo' whose apparently his 'wife' stood by the door and had heard everything. 

  "Sorry to burst your bubble but he is already married", Marcelo flatly told her, earning an ogle from Tiffany. What the f**k does he mean by my Alessandro is married? He walked up to her and pointed at her back, as she swiftly turned. 

  "That pretty boy right there is Jose Mateo, his 'wife'. Unfortunately. Mateo is f*****g unlucky to get him as a husband. I'd do a better job, I swear. And no, this remark is not for you", Alessandro gritted his teeth hearing his brother's mock-coated comments as he rose from his spot and jerked his arm to face him while Mateo ignored the vague comments, he was used to them. 

  "Looks like that day's punch wasn't enough?" The older guy just cackled before his orbs fixed themselves on Mateo's petite form just like the other 2, he fell silent and observed him. Tiffany eyed the little shy boy standing by the door, looking somewhat hurt but he didn't utter a single word as he unwillingly walked in, giving her a little eye smile before he sat the tray loaded with a cup of coffee, a glass of water and some pills.

  Alessandro's eyes averted from his brother's as he watched the slender boy walk in, his grip on his brother's arm loosened, he felt calm in his presence... The boy didn't look at anyone except for the somewhat new family member as he smiled faintly at her and sat the tray on the glass table and walked out. Making Alessandro feel restless as upon his departure, he pressed his fingers against his temples. I f****d up again, didn't I? Oh literally. 

   Tiffany was the first to leave the room as she followed Mateo. One thing was for sure clear in her voice as she called out, "Jose Mateo!" 

  You're not going to last here, I promise.