Mafia's tomorrow

21-Numb

I brush my hair and put them in a high ponytail. My black hair fall lusciously on my back. I try to make up for what I can because I have been crying.

As in real tears fall out of my eyes not the crocodile ones. I put on some kohl. It is a smart move as now if anyone asks for my bloodshot eyes. I can always blame it at kohl.

I put on black combat boots along with camouflage cargo pants. It is comfortable and perfect for what I can need in a fight.

If Jax will ask me to change I will do so. But for now I settle with the grey tee and some camouflage.

I put on my watch too. Timing is very important. We still need to discuss about the area and plan but I am going today only. And not taking no for an answer. It is midnight but there is no trace of sleep in me.

I walk down and see Jax already there in his usual suit talking to someone on a phone.

"I'll be there soon." With that her hangs up. When he sees me approaching, he gives me a small smile. A small sad smile.

My eyes dart to the floor beneath me as I continue walking. I reach him and I can feel his gaze on me. Burning me down. Trying to find a trace of what lies within. Just like the first time we met. It is so surreal, me facing down. The girl who was called cocky, confident even when the times pressured her to surrender, she did not lower her head and here she was trying to find a way to register the depth of the debt this man is giving her.

"Let's go Cara." I nod and follow him behind.

He tells me about the things that he thought, about the information he collected regarding the place that has my mother captured. And tortured perhaps. Such a cruel person my dad is, torturing the mother of his child. His legitimate child.

But who am I to say, when the same thought is said about me by a million daughters, sons, mothers, husbands, wives, fathers and so many others. You name it. I hate this feeling, this self doubt, it is clawing me inside. Ripping me hollow. I just want peace.

I have half a mind to leave this all behind and go into solace with my mother.

But I can't . if I do, my inner would be left behind. My being, my revenge, my rule would be left behind. I want to show that I am no less than a son. Reign and rule.

I would be able to, I just want someone to be beside me when I do.

"Enzo, you think you can handle it?" by that question Jax snaps me out. We are in his office and he is discussing the plan. The whole journey I wan numb but suddenly I am into motion. God knows why.

Other than me, Enzo, Jax, there are 2 more men in this room. One of them heavily muscled while the other like a scrawny little kid with glasses. It is quiet funny to watch two opposites stand together. Apparently, the muscular biceps is the in charge of men and recruits and the scrawny one of the data and stats and some hacking.

They could have called me in for hacking. I might have come in handy, only if I weren't acting like a corpse. Anyway, no one questioned me just gave some strange glances. I looked okay, when I got ready in my defence. Of maybe it is just my exquisite beauty.

I roll my eyes at my sassy subconscious who at this point to is too sassy. The conversation had already moved on and I jump forward to the point where they are talking about leaving tomorrow.

"Tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yeah, Cara. It is late better leave tomorrow." Jax answered.

"It is already past 12, I guess you mean today."

"No. I mean tomorrow."

"No way in hell." I get up from my seat and stare at him.

He tries to make me understand that tomorrow would be better, but I am in no mood to listen. I decide to deliver my final blow.

"You help me or I go alone." I declare.

"Are you trying to threaten me?" he asks me in a raised brow. I am aware of all the eyes on me and I am getting annoyed.

"Take it any way you want Jax but I am doing whatever the hell suits me. Better align yourself with me." He closes his eyes for a minute as if battling inside his mind. He knows that I won't settle for a no. He better should.

If he does not agree, I am going to attack the place. Stupid idea maybe, but I don't care at this moment. I have never acted irrationally before but this time is different.

"Okay. Prepare men and be ready in 30, Eduardo." He commands the bulky man. He turns to the scrawny one. "Get the area ready and develop a plan and another a backup one, William. Enzo and Cara lets go to the armoury."

We reach the armoury. Piled with weapons, arsenals of all sorts. It is like a dream come true for a first timer. Jax leads us to the bullet proof jackets and hands me one of them. It is approximately my size. From other column he take one for himself. Enzo is doing nothing but calculating the weapons behind us somewhere.

I look around and see no changing room. Very well... I lift my grey t-shirt over my head.

"What the hell, Cara!" Jax exclaims as if he has seen a ghost. I am whipped in a good shape. Let me assure you that. "Could have given me a fair warning." He has already turned around and is currently facing the wall.

I am adjusting the jacket and when we both hear footsteps approaching. Enzo.

Suddenly, Jax shouts, "Don't you dare peek towards our direction. Return back, Enzo." Wow, so protective.

The footsteps abruptly stop and do not turn around as if still assessing the words. Finally I think they settle in. "Could have told you were getting some action boss." We hear him mutter. I don't think he realised he has said it somewhat loud enough. At this statement our ears turn pink.

I hastily put on the vest and the tee on it. "Done."

With that he turns around. Who knew The Jax Carson would be such a gentleman.

He goes off to somewhere muttering some fancy words under his breadth with his vest. I sit down on the bench there and wait. Basically, I have no idea what to do.

And I am trusting Jax that he did not leave me here. He knows if I am left alone here I might make fire crackers out of the weapons and play with them just to get some attention by the almighty men who will be cursing and banging their heads because of their one poor decision.

A faint smile appears on my face imagining the scene. And as if on cue Jax arrives.

He has a stoic expression on his face. "Let's go".

And with that a full smile appears on my face while adrenaline starts pumping in my veins.