Cookie Mafia

Cookie Mafia

Lucca paced right and left outside the king’s office while biting his nails in anxiety. He was called here to meet the king and since then the man was thinking of ways to save his adventure's ass from King’s wrath.

Nothing came to mind though.

King was surely, heavily mad at him for bringing Mago to the headquarters and he deserves an earful or maybe a punch to his gut for his carelessness but neither of the options seemed enough to satisfy the glare King has passed his way at the meeting room.

Lucca was well aware.

But facing the mad king, who had ended a bunch of lives in his torture room earlier before coming to his office, was the most horrifying scenario Lucca found himself in.

It’s not the very first time that he has done something that ridiculous. Lucca has been a fairy godmother to the mafia’s baby in the past where he turned Mago, the innocent boy, into a sexy goth doll for the empire to see. King wasn’t pleased that time too.

King was mad, so mad.

Lucca was fucked, so fucked.

A creak of the door popped the bubble of his imaginative demise and Lucca turned around quickly only to face Charlton who was leaving the king’s office slowly.

The right-hand man, then, proceeded to stand in front of Lucca with a knowing smirk on his face. He was not even trying to hide the mischievous smile that was spreading on his features as he pitied his friend.

“you are called” Charlton announced.

Lucca inhaled sharply like an unprepared student on the day of a surprise quiz. With furrowed brows and puppy eyes, that grown man looked at Charlton for some help and discerned the fact that the other wouldn’t help at all.

It was like a norm, among mafia people, to find joy in the miserable times of others who had to suffer an enraged king.

He sighed.

“Is he mad?” Lucca asked in a whisper

“totally” Charlton smiled faking concern.

“tell me I am doomed” Lucca requested with another sigh.

“you are doomed” Charlton obliged with a hidden chuckle and a raise of his chin.

Lucca nodded straightening himself before proceeding towards the door. He entered after a knock and Charlton followed happily. He was thrilled to hear that delicious sound of scolding Lucca was going to get from the king.

But all his excitement went in vain when just after a minute of closing the door behind him, a loud pounding followed.

Charlton knew instantly who could be behind the door and to his absolutely correct suspicion, Mago stood there. The boy had a platter, bigger than his hands, held tightly containing some brown blobs scattered here and there on a baking sheet. Mago smiled widely at Charlton while swinging back and forth on the balls of his bare heels.

“hey Charlie what’s up? King in there?” the younger asked with a bright voice and the older narrowed his eyes at him.

“what are you doing here?” Charlton asked bored as if Mago had disturbed something really precious.

“uh….I asked first” Mago retorted with a raised brow.

“uh…I am older uh” Charlton reminded Mago, mimicking the younger but the boy shrugged.

“uh…..I don’t give a fuck uh” Mago muttered loud enough for Charlton to hear. He pushed his way past Charlton and entered the room.

“you are not---…” Mago didn’t listen to what the older was saying behind him and dashed towards his boyfriend who had stopped growling at Lucca to look for the commotion in his office.

“King!!!!” Mago yelled as he collided with his boyfriend with a happy laugh, the king circling his hands around Mago. The boy turned in King’s hold to look at Lucca ignoring the way his boyfriend was frowning at him.

“here you are, I have been looking for you all day” Mago sang staring at the teary red eyes and burning-faced, embarrassed Lucca.

King passed a glare at the man.

“Why were you looking for him?” King asked tightening his hands around Mago’s waist possessively. The boy looked up at King and then back at Lucca finding something off between them.

“look what I made. Cookies!!!,” Mago chirped excitedly, diverting the solid tension between those scary men and gathering attention to his cookies.

“here try one” He shoved one in the king’s mouth before tossing one to each Charlton and Lucca.

“come on, try and tell me” The boy jumped in his place, ready to hear the positive, wonderful critique.

Charlton, having a sweet tooth, was the first one to bite on his cookie only to choke when his mouth was filled with burned rock-like texture with undercooked cookie batter.

“It’s delicious right?” Mago asked with a naughty smile and Charlton smiled back with pure difficulty, meeting eyes with King.

King eyed Charlton and took a bite of his own treat. With mouth twisting in grimace and tongue protesting in displeasure, King hummed satisfied, pretentiously moaning in pleasure.

“That’s amazing baby” the crime lord praised through his gritted teeth. He grabbed the glass of whiskey sitting innocently beside the papers on the table and drowned the whole content down his throat.

Mago beamed at him.

They could have been honest about the taste of the sweet cookie but the way Mago was looking at them with expectant eyes glimmering with the wish to hear only and I repeat only positive remarks made them surrender.

“I know right? I think I have a talent in baking, I should bake more” the boy announced before taking one for himself as he placed himself on King’s lap and started munching his cookie.

King wanted to protest at the idea but he reigned himself from saying anything.

Lucca shared a look with Charlton who had a disgusting expression on his face and then stared at King who was smiling at his baby. Maybe he didn’t get the warning sign blaring in his face from both his boss and his mate and wanted to experience himself.

And so he did.

Almost instantly, Lucca wanted to puke when his mouth was filled with the burned food but a glare on his form was enough for him to swallow the poisonous cookie.

“I think Lucca loves it, baby, give him one more” King said and Lucca looked like he was betrayed. Mago handed him one more cookie with a smile and the older took it silently.

“oh, this is so good” Mago mumbled on his own as he busied himself with his cookies.

King adjusted Mago on his lap and turned his attention towards Lucca.

“don’t think we are done. there is a lot that is left” King menaced at Lucca who gulped, bowing at the king in defeat. Charlton snickered at the back.

The youngest looked between them aware of the tension but finds it best not to intervene.

“When is Mickey scheduled?” the crime lord asks putting aside his paperwork. Mago perked at his friend’s name and looked at King.

“on Saturday King” Charlton rushes to answer.

“And that boy of Chris is still living with him?” the crime lord asked glancing sideways to Mago who was now fully attentive to the discussion.

“yes King” Charlton nodded again.

King hums in return and then after a minute, he speaks again.

“call him tomorrow instead of Saturday. I have something to talk to him” King ordered, Charlton bowed taking orders.

“and also call Kesh. Kangsu’s place is vacant and I want it filled as soon as possible” King grumbled putting a file away before filling another glass of whiskey.

“King, Kesh is not available for two more weeks. He is gone for the distribution along with Carl” Lucca spurted out hesitantly gaining the king’s attention.

king huffed in annoyance as he adjusted Mago on his lap who was squirming nonstop.

“then who is going to take the west side, I need someone reliable just like I have you two” Lucca and Charlton exchanged glances but neither of them suggested anyone.

“what about me? I can fill up the vacancy. I am reliable and good at baking too” a voice from the tiny baby boy boomed inside the quiet office room and all three of them turned to look at Mago who was already looking at them while munching on his cookie.

…………..

Mickey entered his apartment after getting off the call and found Jana wiping the floor with a mop. The older was wearing a wife beater, from which his gauze was peeking, and shorts that reached his half calves.

With the mop in his hands, Jana was humming a melody as he swiped the mop on the tiled floor from left to right in a rhythm.

“what are you doing Jana? I told you, you don’t have to do all this just because you are living here” Mickey almost whined as he placed a bag of fresh produce on the floor near the door and proceeded to take his shoes off.

“I have to earn my keep here Mickey. I can’t just mooch off my boyfriend like this.” Jana winked and Mickey rolled his eyes at the older.

“I am not your fucking boyfriend” the younger grumbled placing his phone on charging before making his way to the kitchen.

“you will be in the future” Jana claimed and Mickey chucked a kitchen rag at Jana’s face. The older laughed like a brat and Mickey smiled on his own while turning away.

Jana was such a character.

“Just be mindful of your injury. It won’t get better if you stretch it all the time is all I am saying” Jana listened and smiled at Mickey’s concern for him.

“I will be careful, don’t worry” the older assured resuming his work while Mickey went to fetch the ingredients to prepare for dinner.

It was funny how the tables have turned. The family, Jana was doing everything for, abandoned him without a tinge of care let alone a house or a penny to survive. He has done everything his father made him do, from fighting with Mickey and Mago to the harassment he has forced on his tiny baby.

Mago was innocent in all this chaos, that tiny baby has suffered the most.

Jana has come to this painful realization after what he has been through. Mr Chris, his own father, was not a good man and he certainly had other impure intentions when he forced Jana to impregnate Mago without marriage.

Jana was so thankful to Mickey for taking care of him and not avenging himself and his soulmate for what they had been treated like.

Mickey was humming something like a poem when he felt arms wrapping around his middle. On instinct, the younger boy flinched but soon he relaxed when Jana placed his head over Mickey’s shoulder.

“what’s wrong Jana, are you hurting again? I told you fucking rest didn’t I?” Mickey nagged ay Jana and the older smiled with his eyes closed.

“thank you, Mickey, thank you so much for what you did for me.” Mickey stilled feeling hot breath fanning over his nape.

Jana was betrayed by his own blood, the worst kind of betrayal. The night he was left injured and alone after the people were done beating him, Jana had the urge to scream for his father at the top of his lungs.

The father, he has done everything for.

The gash on his side wasn’t that deep compared to the confusion and hurt he had felt that rainy night. A grown adult man wanted to cry at the loss of his two family members who he had loved so dearly.

But he couldn’t.

“I cannot change the past or how I have behaved like a fucking douchebag with you and Mago both but ……I promise you that whenever or wherever you need me, I will always be there, beside you. I will never ever leave you alone.” Jana muttered with a sigh as he nuzzled in Mickey’s neck more, inhaling his intoxicating yet comforting scent.

Mickey listened to him carefully as he stirred the vegetables inside the pot. He didn’t know how to feel about such an emotional confession nor he was all ready to forgive Jana for his wrong deeds just like that. But one thing Mickey knew was that Jana was sincere when he announced those words.

The older wavering voice and his racing heart were what Mickey considered.

And Mickey thinks, he can get a little bit mindful, just for Jana, when he will take his revenge.

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My mafia obsessed ass has come up with another mafia au. If you would like, check out our new story that will be updated soonish.

Till then…..Sayonara people.