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Iskander is angry, and I mean angry. Kenji had a panic attack at school. Apparently, he's been afraid of these kids for a while and hasn't reported anything to anyone. He's been dealing with it, and they haven't done anything to him. It's their size difference.

Like why are fifth graders now taller than me? Why?

Some of these elementary schoolers are like five foot six inches. I was like four eleven in fifth grade. Like, I'm five foot two now, and I'm not growing anymore.

What can I say? I'm fun-sized with a big ass mouth.

Anyway, on top of that, Adele got discharged, took a taxi, and started banging on the door around four in the morning. I tried to support Izzie, but I couldn't with the gaslighting and shit. I went back to sleep.

Kenji is taking two days off from school to bond with his mother, his conniving, bitchy, selfish, gaslighting witch of a mother.

"Mommy, I'm tired." Kenji yawns, calling me his mother...in front of his mother.

Adele scoffs. "I'm your mother, dummy!"

Kenji furrows his brows. "N–no, you're n–not," he said, raising his arms for me to pick him up.

I walked over to him, but Adele literally just grabbed him. I gasped when that happened, and Kenji started panicking and crying.

"Stop crying; I'm your mother. I carried you for nine months."

"I–it's not t–true! He-elp me."

"Adele put him down. He's been through a lot, and forcing him isn't helping!" I said, fuming.

Adele glares at me before letting Kenji go; he immediately runs to me, and she scoffs in annoyance. "I want to see daddy, please."

"Ok, cariño, give me a second." (honey) I sighed and faced Adele again. I expected her to be saddened like if my baby was calling another woman mommy and wanted to get away from me, I would be fucking miserable.

But she wasn't.

She stood there with a disgusted face. "What the hell is wrong with him? You should be grateful I let you live. I could've killed you off the moment I found out. And why the fuck is he stuttering so damn much? It's annoying."

My nose flared, but I calmed myself....this is America. Maybe this is how they do it here.

To be honest, America wasn't a place I was interested in being. My dad was born in America but came to Spain and met my mama. I have an older brother and sister, Rafael and Rita, currently both somewhere in Europe, and my mama and papa? They're dead. I wanted to stay and relive the good memories, but I couldn't because my life was and still is in danger.

"Adele, he's been through more trauma than you could ever imagine; you need to understand that while you were unconscious that I was taking care of him, and he wanted and needed a mother figure," I whispered harshly. "Now, I understand that this is hard for you because he is your baby but screaming and threatening him will only give him panic attacks, so stop."

I don't wait for her response. I carry Kenji to Iskander's office. I don't even knock; I just open it.

He glared up at me, but then his eyes softened when he saw Kenji. "What happened?"

"Adele, asustó a Kenji. ¡Tienes que controlar a esa perra!" (Adele, scared Kenji. You gotta control that bitch!)

I spoke in Spanish, so Kenji wouldn't understand; since Iskander speaks French, he puts two and two together since the languages are similar.

Kenji sits in his lap as he sighs. "She's a little off the rails."

I scoffed. "So what does that make me?"

"An uncivilized person."

"You're an assassin."

Kenji gasps. "Wow! That's really cool! I wanna be one too!"

Iskander chuckles, surprising me. "No, you don't." he looks back up at me. "I kill people in a civilized way."

"By poison and silenced bombs?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Yes," Kenji answered before I could. "Daddy," he looked up from his toy. "I–I don't like Ade–ele."

"Calm down, cariño; she won't hurt you; she loves....you."

Iskander nods quietly. "You want to go back to school?"

I shook my head, but he ignored me as Kenji nodded excitedly. "Yes, yes! I can't wait." he jumps off and runs into his room to prepare for tomorrow.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

I crossed my arms, and he gazed down at my breast before looking up at me again. "Izzie, He needs his real mom; he needs to know who she is."

"Do you not want to be his mother?"

"Of course I do, he's so sweet, but I'm not his biological mother, his biological mother is here, and she never got a chance to be his mother. I don't want to take that away."

Iskander scoffs. "You're perfectly fine."

"Izzie, if I'm being honest, I really don't have to. You're such an ungrateful bitch. You complain too much and act like you're on your period, and I do love your son, but you didn't bang me up. He's going to hate me more when he realizes he's been lied to than if we tell him now."

"He calls you his mother."

"He can learn to call me auntie, or maybe just Rennie–"

"He will not be calling you Rennie. I have the copyrights on that name. I made it."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't use it–"

"I'm busy. Leave."

I scoff. "Bitc–"

"Did you not hear the first time?"

I glared at him before thinking of something naughty and smirking. I walked over to his desk.

He rolled his eyes and sat back to watch me.

I stood behind him and leaned to whisper in his ear. "Sure, you don't want to fuck me over that desk of yours?" I said in a sultry voice. "You don't want to punish me for being a bitch and annoying you over and over again?"

"R–Renata." He stuttered.

Cute.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his cheek turned bright pink, and his pants did a terrible job of his dick print. I smirked, kissing him on the cheek and leaving him with a glare on his face.

He gets turned on so quickly but never acts on it.

We gon have to change that.

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