The Maid’s Toddler Copied the Mafia Boss’s Angry Face—His Reaction Made Everyone Laugh!
Chapter 3
His name was Daniel Carter.
Three years earlier, Daniel had been Vincent’s driver.
At least officially.
Unofficially, he had handled sensitive deliveries.
He knew too much.
Then one night, he disappeared.
Two months later, I found out I was pregnant.
He never came back.
I never told Vincent.
Not because I wanted to lie.
Because I was terrified.
I had taken the maid’s position at the Blackwood mansion after Leo was born.
It was the only job that allowed me to keep my son near me.
Vincent had never asked about Leo’s father.
Until now.
He sat across from me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I thought you’d fire me.”
“Why?”
“Because Daniel was involved in your business.”
Vincent stared.
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he contact you?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He leaned back.
“Does Leo know his name?”
“No.”
Vincent looked toward the door.
Then he said,
“You should have told me.”
I lowered my eyes.
“I know.”
“You’re not fired.”
I looked up.
“What?”
“Why would I fire you because your son’s father made bad choices?”
I didn’t know how to respond.
Vincent stood.
“Go home.”
“I don’t live far.”
“I know.”
He paused.
“Maria?”
“Yes?”
“If anyone from Daniel’s old circle contacts you, tell me immediately.”
I nodded.
That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, the mansion was unusually quiet.
Vincent had left early.
Leo sat at the kitchen table eating cereal.
He looked at me.
“Boss?”
“No.”
He frowned.
“Boss?”
“Mr. Blackwood is at work.”
Leo looked disappointed.
That afternoon, Vincent returned carrying something.
A small wooden toy car.
He placed it on the table.
Leo gasped.
“For me?”
Vincent nodded.
Leo ran over.
“Boss!”
Vincent looked at me.
“He said he liked cars.”
I stared.
“How did you know?”
“You mentioned it.”
I had.
Once.
Weeks earlier.
I hadn’t expected him to remember.
Leo pushed the toy car across the floor.
Vincent watched.
Then Leo handed it to him.
“Play.”
Vincent looked almost confused.
“I have work.”
Leo held the car up.
“Play.”
Vincent glanced at me.
“What am I supposed to do?”
I smiled.
“Drive it.”
Vincent sat on the floor.
The mafia boss.
In an expensive suit.
On a marble floor.
Driving a wooden toy car while a toddler laughed.
I tried not to stare.
Then Vincent looked at Leo.
“Race?”
Leo nodded.
They raced the cars across the hallway.
Leo won.
He celebrated.
Vincent looked offended.
“You cheated.”
Leo laughed.
“Boss lose!”
One of the guards turned away, shoulders shaking.
Vincent pointed.
“You’re laughing.”
The guard became serious.
“No, sir.”
Leo pointed too.
“You laughing.”
That broke everyone.
Even Vincent laughed.
It was becoming a strange kind of routine.
And I started noticing things.
Vincent stayed longer at breakfast.
He came home earlier.
He stopped shouting when Leo was nearby.
He even changed one meeting because Leo had a fever.
I asked him why.
He said,
“Because he’s two.”
As though that explained everything.
But it didn’t.
One evening, Leo fell asleep on Vincent’s shoulder.
Vincent sat completely still.
I approached.
“I’ll take him.”
Vincent shook his head.
“Let him sleep.”
“You have a meeting.”
“I’ll cancel it.”
I stared.
“You’re canceling a meeting?”
“Yes.”
“For a toddler?”
Vincent looked at Leo.
“He trusts me.”
Something about those words hurt.
I whispered,
“He does.”
Vincent looked at me.
“I don’t know why.”
I did.
Children knew who made them feel safe.
Even when adults didn’t understand.
Then Vincent noticed the little birthmark near Leo’s ear.
His expression changed.
“What?”
I touched Leo’s hair.
“Nothing.”
Vincent looked at the mark again.
“That wasn’t what I was asking.”
He stared at me.
“That birthmark…”
I froze.
“What about it?”
“Daniel had one.”
My blood turned cold.
Vincent looked from Leo to me.
Then whispered,
“Maria…”
He already suspected.
Leo wasn’t simply the maid’s toddler.
He was Daniel Carter’s son.
The son Vincent had never known existed.
