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MATTEO
"Qué quieres decir con que se ha ido? Pensé que te había dicho que mantuvieras tus ojos en él. no, esa es la última vez que trabajas para mí. Esta es tu última noche ... viva!"
I yelled at my phone.
I had to be quiet though, I didn't want Sofía hearing me. My day was filled with chaos, shipments after shipments. It was only a matter of time before Sofía was a part of this with me. God, I can't stop thinking about her. But for now, I have to forget about her and focus on finding Geovani.
"los chicos juntan tu mierda tenemos que ir. encuéntrelo y envíele un mensaje. es hora de hacer negocios!" I yelled across the house trying to gather the gang.
"Yes boss." Sebastian replied.
Sebastian was my right hand. We grew up together most of our life in Mexico with mi padre. If something were to happen to me he'd be in charge. Life in Mexico was way more simple. Although I love this life, sometimes I think about how it would be if mi padre were still alive.
"Ok donde esta el?" I asked.
" We tracked him at his warehouse, we checked and he's alone. This is the perfect time to go." Seb added.
I got in my car and followed the coordinates to where Geovani was located. We weren't going to kill him, but we were going to give him a message. It would be stupid to use Sofía as the message, to tell him that Sofía had been living at my home.
The whole drive there my mind went black. All I could see was mi padre laying dead. Shot, on the living room floor covered in blood. Mi Madre and mi hermana screaming in agony.
I had been 16 years old at that time and still, I can't get that feeling of emptiness out of my head. I ran outside to grab some help when I saw him, Geovani. He had been escaping away trying to not get caught. I saw him holding the bloody gun and just leaving. I remember wondering why. How could someone kill somebody's father like that, in their home?
Before me, mi padre, Alejandro Garcia, was the number one leader of the Los Santos mafia. Most of my men were his and had been for years.
I arrived at the location but something felt off. It couldn't have been this easy to find a mafia leader. I didn't care, I was so ready to do some damage to the man who murdered my father.
I gathered up the boys and our guns and surrounded the perimeter. I unknowingly hesitated to barge in. All that filed my mind was Sofía. Fuck, I can't keep her out of my head. feeling this way is fucking with my business... it has only been two days and she's all I think about, day and night. I need to fight this off no matter how much it hurts me.
"Boss, we should go in now, give him the message." Sebastian and the others suggested.
I stood there holding my handgun just staring into space, I backed out last second. I couldn't do this to Sofía.
The rest of the night I drove back home so fucking angry at myself for letting a girl get in the way of my business. I looked like a complete pussy in front of my men. It might have also been a good thing since the whole thing seemed a little too easy. I had never seen or heard of that place before. It looked abandoned and old.
I arrived back home all my anger burst out at once and I lashed out. I had been in my study pouring whiskey when I took the bottle and threw it across the room. Flipped any table I could see in sight. I'm so sorry padre, I've let you down.
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