Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Three Years Later

THREE YEARS AFTER

"Your child has been going in and out of the classroom lately, Mrs. Blackwell, we've asked him what's wrong and he doesn't seem to tell us."

In a small teacher's office, a young boy no older than 3 years old sat on a small chair with his mother beside him. The boy had a raven colored hair and big, bright blue eyes, which gazed deeply at his mother beside her who donned the same hue of irises.

The boy's mother cradled him close and sighed. "When has this been going on?"

"Since last week when Tyrion came to school." the teacher worriedly told her. "He's normally a very well-behaved and soft spoken boy. Tyrion has always been calm, but never that distant. I've been noticing him getting a little panicky lately."

"Is this true, darling?" Ash asked her only son, Tyrion and brushed the boy's hair with her fingers. "Is someone bothering you at school?"

It has officially been three years since Ash had left the mafia business with Damien. Now, she had become used to her