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Part 6. Who Would Win? A Notorious Head of Mafia or One Sneaky Teacher

Diavolo took out his phone and made a call.

"DOPPIO, WHAT THE FU-"

The boy across the phone was crying. "I am sorry! They need parents phone numbers and addresses, so I gave them away. I don't know they are going to visit you!"

"I can't let her go back to the orphanage. The enemy is going to use her against me!"

"Boss, she is only six years old, she cannot harm you. Why don't you use this time to make up with her?"

"I CAN'T! Do you think she can forgive me after what I did to her?!"

Diavolo was frustrated. He was aware that his past action was beyond redemption. He was an awful figure as a father. Doppio himself recognized that fact. That boy replied more softly, knowing his boss currently having a crisis. "You did a good job these couple past days! I think this is a good sign!"

Diavolo was cynical, "You think I can convince them?"

"I believe in you, boss!"

"This person better not get on my nerves or else they will end up in the basement."

Diavolo hung up the call. The situation was harder than dealing with his narcotics or assassination teams. His holiday and plan were screwed because of this sudden visitation. He cursed under his breath. The head mafia hoped anyone they sent to their remote place got lost, had an accident or had some sort of misfortune.

The long-haired man glared at his daughter, "We need to work out our relationship."

Trish stopped reading Vogue, "I don't want to. Just let me return to the orphanage."

"You're rather live in a rat hole than living in luxury?"

"At least I don't have a gun pointing on my head."

She got a point.

"I don't want to live with you either actually. However, Doppio really likes you and I've already paid for your expensive school. "

Trish scaled her choice. She could get back to the orphanage and live a normal - safe life. She would not be able to watch TV on a 72 flat inch screen or take a bubble bath anytime she wanted, but her life was not in danger. Meanwhile, she could stay in this mansion and live like a grade A-list celebrity with her own life and mental health on the line.

While Trish was thinking, Diavolo realized his clothes were not suitable for the meeting. The tattoo all over his body guaranteed a bad parent impression. He went upstairs to change his clothes while Trish followed him from behind. Her father did not bother to drive her away, which meant she got permission to see his room.

She had roamed all over the house. So far, Trish explored her bedroom (with an additional personal bathroom. It was her favourite part of the house), the living room, the kitchen, toilet, veranda, the yard, the garden, the fish pond, the fountain, the attic and the storage room (they really have a lot of old unused stuff). Diavolo only prohibited her to come to the basement and his office.

He never let anyone stayed with him (except Trish and Doppio), but Diavolo let people came to take care of the house. Trish actually met some workers like bodyguards, gardeners or maids. They came twice or thrice in a week. The bodyguards were big and cold. They accompanied Diavolo to a job and only nodded a little when they saw her. The rest was much gentler. The gardener couple adored her like she was their granddaughter and the maids gave her sweets or some baking to eat. Trish favourite person would be Pericolo, a nice old man with a warm smile. He brought Diavolo information about the street and other crime syndicates. She felt strange how those friendly people actually connected to the mafia and underground world.