The Maid’s Toddler Copied the Mafia Boss’s Angry Face—His Reaction Made Everyone Laugh!
Chapter 1
Everyone in the Blackwood mansion knew better than to make Vincent Blackwood angry.
He was the kind of man whose silence could empty a room.
At thirty-eight, Vincent controlled one of the most powerful criminal organizations on the East Coast.
People feared him.
His enemies feared him.
His employees feared him.
Even his closest associates lowered their voices whenever he entered a room.
But nobody had ever seen him deal with a two-year-old.
That changed on a rainy Tuesday morning.
I was carrying a basket of laundry through the mansion hallway when I heard Vincent arguing in his study.
“Where is the report?”
His voice was low.
Dangerously low.
One of his men stammered,
“We’re still working on it, Mr. Blackwood.”
“You were still working on it yesterday.”
“I know.”
“Then explain why I have nothing today.”
Silence.
I stopped walking.
Not because I wanted to listen.
Because my son was behind me.
Leo was two years old, curious about everything, and had recently discovered that copying adults was hilarious.
He peeked around my skirt.
“Mommy?”
“Stay here.”
Vincent’s office door opened.
One of his men walked out looking like he had just survived a war.
Then Vincent appeared.
Black suit.
Black tie.
Cold expression.
He looked directly at me.
“Maria.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Did you see my blue file?”
“No, sir.”
He nodded.
Then he noticed Leo.
My son stared up at him.
Vincent stared back.
Leo had never seen him this close.
The room was silent.
Then Vincent frowned.
Leo frowned too.
I almost laughed.
Vincent’s eyebrow moved.
Leo copied it.
The men standing nearby looked down quickly.
Vincent narrowed his eyes.
Leo narrowed his.
Then Vincent crossed his arms.
Leo crossed his tiny arms too.
One of the guards coughed.
Vincent looked at him.
The guard immediately stopped.
Leo looked at the guard.
Then copied the same intimidating stare.
I covered my mouth.
Vincent looked at my son for several seconds.
“What’s he doing?”
“I think he’s copying you.”
“I noticed.”
Leo puffed out his cheeks.
Vincent puffed his cheeks slightly without realizing it.
Leo did it again.
The guard looked like he was about to explode trying not to laugh.
Then Leo put his hands behind his back and walked three steps like Vincent.
He stopped.
Turned.
And gave Vincent the exact same angry face.
The hallway went silent.
I expected Vincent to become furious.
Instead, something extraordinary happened.
His mouth twitched.
Just once.
Then he looked away.
“Take him somewhere else.”
I nodded quickly.
“Yes, sir.”
I grabbed Leo’s hand.
We started walking.
Then Vincent spoke.
“Wait.”
I turned.
He looked at Leo.
“Come here.”
My heart jumped.
I wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad.
Leo happily waddled toward him.
Vincent crouched.
Leo stared.
Vincent made his most intimidating face.
Leo copied it immediately.
For the first time in years, one of the guards actually laughed.
Vincent slowly stood.
Nobody breathed.
Then he said,
“He’s mocking me.”
I whispered,
“Yes, sir.”
Vincent looked at Leo again.
The toddler grinned.
And Vincent did something nobody in the mansion had ever seen.
He laughed.
Not loudly.
Not for long.
But honestly.
The guards looked stunned.
I stared too.
Vincent shook his head.
“Unbelievable.”
Leo reached up and touched his tie.
Then said his first clear word around Vincent.
“Boss.”
The hallway erupted in laughter.
Vincent looked at me.
“Did he just call me boss?”
I nodded.
“He probably hears everyone say it.”
Vincent looked at Leo again.
“Boss?”
Leo nodded seriously.
Vincent sighed.
“For God’s sake.”
But the corner of his mouth was still lifted.
I thought that was the strangest thing I would ever see.
I was wrong.
Because later that afternoon, Vincent discovered that Leo hadn’t simply copied his angry face.
The toddler had copied it for a reason.
And that reason would soon lead Vincent into a secret he had been trying to bury for years.
