The next morning Arthur made numerous calls to the department of children services. But since it was the holidays no one answered. Meaning one thing. I couldn't let this little girl on the streets again. I had to do something. She's poor and innocent. There's obviously a reason she came to us.
I pull Arthur to our bedroom. Locking the door behind me as I speak.
" Arthur it's the holidays-"

"Mari she can't stay" he tries to argue

"Arthur she's a ten year old little girl! If that was our child what would you do!?"

Arthur frowns as he looks away. I bite my lip in frustration. I clearly offended him . I have to watch what I do and say for now on. I don't want Arthur taking it offensively.
" Arthur I didn't mean it like that....
I'm just saying. Just because you weren't loved as I child doesn't mean that this little girl doesn't deserve to be loved at all."

Arthur stares into my eyes; the look of hesitation on his face. He sits on the bed looking down at the floor.

Nows my chance....
I slowly sit down in Arthurs lap. Knowing this is his key weakness. He leans into my embrace. Wrapping his arms around me so his face is nuzzled into my chest.
My hand stroking his soft smooth hair as he mumbles in defeat.

"Fine. She can stay for a week"
A smile forms across my face as Arthur pins me to the bed. Then without thinking he leans down. Our lips touching as he kisses me. I return the kiss happily, our tongues dancing with passion.

A knock on the door startles us both as we rise to our feet once more. We had forgotten about deangeline and the little girl.

A few minutes later I find myself in the living room. Coloring with a crayon next to this little child. Ever since Arthur told her she can stay she's been smiling happily.

"So you've been silent since you arrived munchkin.....
What's your name"

To my surprise the girl frowns and picks up her coloring speed. As if she's trying to avoid conversation.

Her voice is soft yet stern as she demands.
"I want a lawyer."

Well that was.....
Odd.
-Did this little girl seriously just say that?!
She's like ten years old how does she know how those kinds of things  work?!-

Suddenly the little girl looks up at me. A angry face as she growls

"I'm seven not nine"

That fucking startled me worse. I wasn't even talking it was as if she knew what I was about to say! No....
I'm overthinking. She's just a curious seven year old little girl there's no way what so ever. She was just clarifying things for me......
GET IT TOGETHER MARI. DONT GO INSANE.

The little girl stares at me. Putting her crayon down before speaking.

"You really shouldn't underestimate people just because of there age. I have you know that just because I'm little; doesn't mean I won't beat your ass."

Omg.....
How?! How the fuck did she know what I was-

The little girl rises to her feet. The look of demonicness in her eyes as she bluntly admits.

"I CAN READ MINDS YOU TWO FACED DRAMA QUEEN"
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Hey guys!!!
I'm so sorry that it's been ages since I updated the house of gangsters.
Just been so busy throughout the holidays
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Have a happy holiday!!!!
Feel free to ask questions 😉
I'll answer!!!
Ilysm ty for your support!

-Lex-