Mate To The Son Of My Mafia Alpha Target
WHITNEY.

Mom understood my wrath, the way I was feeling toward this murderer. I couldn't give up on this avenge, it was my life's motive. She didn't thoroughly agree with it though she respected my decision.

I wanted to take this revenge without meeting Addams's way that was the issue, I didn't know how it would work, and mom wouldn't help me. They have already decided this collaboration would be between Addams and me. It wasn't satisfying.

She was in the garden, taking care of the flowers, cutting and basting them. She liked doing it, Which is why she didn't think about engaging a gardener.

I came near her "Morning mom"

"Morning dear" she responded with an amiable face. I was delighted to know she wasn't angry because I refused her suggestion.

I was in a gardener's outfit, I wore a dungaree with a black shirt and I covered my hair with a billycock all of it with a matching pair of Wellingtons.

I greeted her and started wearing my gloves. She liked it, when I worked with her thus I didn't want to withhold her this joy.

I took the watering can and sprinkled water on that flower.

"Mom" I called

"Yes dear" She sighed, I knew she was tired though I wanted to dialogue with her.

"Why are you so in love with this?" I asked.

"With what am I so in love?" she stopped cutting the flower and paused to look at me.

"With this art of taking care of the flower. I can't understand why since we are together you have never employed a gardener, you are always doing this by yourself. I think there is a whole story behind it" I supposed

"You are right sweetie" she confirmed showing this little smile she used to show when she liked the discussion with somebody.

"Tell me, Tell me," I said with enthusiasm.

I liked when she narrated to me what she had lived, it was always filled with emotions, when she talked to me about her late husband. The way she loved him, this woman was just an angel. I was glad to know I have been grown by her. "This work, this art remembers me of my late father." She sat on the ground under the tree.

It was striking, she had never talked to me about whoever her father was.

I looked at her and even with her age, I could see the nostalgia she resent when it came to talking about him.

I was the appropriate's person to understand what she felt, the sentiment of missing a parent.

"My father was a gardener" she continued

"WOW..!" I was willing to understand more about it.

"He was excellent in what he did and as his unique child I was always with him, working with him" she explained.

I didn't want to make any reply which could stop her, I wanted her to express her feeling and let them overflow.

"He worked for the Lucas family that greatest family in England"

"And it was in this garden, Mr. Lucas and I met for the first time, and since this younger age it becomes my hobby" she narrated

"I can see now where this deeper love for the garden comes from" I sneered

"Now you know what is all about my love for the garden" she stood and continued working. I followed her with my watering can.

"Mom..!" I called her again

"YES..!" she responded with her typical exhausted look.

"Eurh..." I stuttered

"What do you want?"

"I don't want to meet Addams again," I said straight. She laughed, I knew it would be her reaction.

"I am serious mom, I want you to change the term of the collaboration, you can be at the head of this business, and, I will replace my way to have some proof against Mr. Wilson." I tried desperately to convince her, I knew the decision had been already made, however, I as in hope she would try something to have some changes.

"Please mom" I embodied the pitiful look I use to have when I wished for something.

"Sorry, Sorry but this time it won't work on me" she responded firmly.

"I won't fall on your whim this time" she made it clear

"Mom you can't understand" I tried to beg her, I would not give up without trying every possible trick.

"Sure I can't, I can't understand why you want to dismiss this post because he made you stumbled at the gym"

"Dear replace another reason, this one isn't worth it."

"You are and you will remain at the head of this business, Then you will force yourself to see his angel face every day therefore be brave. The situation will be revocable if they want to attempt your life. There is no other option" mom was strict on this point.

What did she want? she was never strict like that.

"MOM" I wasn't satisfied with her answer.

"Tell me the truth, I know you. You don't want to be at the head of this business because of him being able to drive you out of your goal"

"Isn't it?" She asked looking directly into my gaze.

"How can you know what I feel about this subject yet I have never fallen for someone?" I questioned.

How could she pretend to know about how I behaved when I was in love yet I had never fallen for anyone?

"Because this time it is evident that you love him, I know what I am talking about, and I am right. You just want to avoid him, You are afraid that at some time it will be impossible to hide your feeling for him." she speculated. "Nope" I responded calmly.

"I just hate him as I do for his father. I don't want to waste my time cooperating with him, my target is his father not him. I don't understand why I should be with him, it doesn't help" I explained, the argument was strong but mom was stubborn, when she had something in mind, nothing would shift it.

"You can have some personal information about his father through him, I know you can use your intellect"

"However my decision won't change" She stated.

"Uhmmmmm ok mom, but forget about me giving up, they will pay" I replied

"Alright sweetie, I am there for you," she said and went to bathe.

The discussion had exhausted her, I then continue working with Jelena.