Mr & Mrs Montero

Chapter 19

Eawa's POV

This was a mess. I couldn't even explain how I was feeling. When dad said he was giving us the night to process, I don't think it was enough time for me really. Dad, my dad was in the mafia. And that was not the worst part. The worst part was that he was the Don. He was the whole Don. The mafia was under his command. When he said jump, all they had to ask was how high.

My dad was a killer.

My dad...I don't know what's worse, knowing that he has killed or more bodies are going to pile up because of this incident. Dad said today was the day he decided where we were to go. Truth be told, I'm terrified. I mean I've trained all my life for this moment, but I wasn't ready for any of it. I mean, who can ever be ready to kill when given a weapon. It was easier in the gym, but all in all, I hoped we were all going to be safe were we where going.

Today I wore my tracked white sneakers, My tracked black ripped jean, a black V-neck sweater and a beanie. Most of our clothes were tracked just in case. And nobody knew this,  except us. As in the Montero family and off course our godparents, aunty Eva and uncle Johnathan. Even grandpa didn't know.

When aunty Eva came in the morning, I had  already taken a bath. Mainly because I couldn't sleep. She came in while I still looking out the balcony.

"You packed?" She asked, I nodded while still looking outside.

"Tracked clothes?" I nodded again.

"Ok cool, I'll check up on the twins." This time I turned around so I could face her before she left.

"Was it easy?" I blurted it out. She stopped walking and turned around.

"Was it easy for mom, when she found out that dad was in the mafia?" My voice lowered at this point.

"I think you might wanna ask her that yourself honey. I'm not her." Her words were true, but I just wanted her to say I was gonna be ok. That it took time, so I don't feel like a jerk who couldn't get over the fact that her dad was a murderer.

"I know," I looked down, "But I just, I guess I just need someone to tell me that it's ok." I whispered. "That dad isn't a bad man and that he would never hurt us." Aunty Eva rushed to my side as I quickly looked up, blinking the tears away.

"Hey don't cry Wa-wa." She caressed me.
"Your dad is not a bad guy," She tried assuring.

"How do you know?" I asked, looking at her, tears freely falling down my cheeks.

"Because I've been there from the beginning. He came off as a jerk at first, but when I really looked within him, he always had the best intentions at heart for your mom. And that was enough for me not to kill him." She smiled, and I chuckled.

"Come here." She helped me walk and we sat down on my bed.

"If you ever doubt your love for your dad kid, really look at him and ask yourself, if what happened today didn't happen, would you be happy with the person your dad is today?" I quickly nodded.

"What do you like or love about your dad?" She asked.

I started smiling just thinking about it. My dad was alot. He was kind, warm, he always gave me what I wanted, he was super sweet and he loved mom to moon and back.

"Everything." I whispered.

"There you go." She rubbed my back. "You love your dad, but seeing that yesterday made you feel like he was different right?" I nodded frantically.

"But is he, really?" I shook my head, understanding things from her point of view.

"Your dad did what any dad would do for his family. Mafia or not. Any dad would go out there to protect his family. He just happened to be very skilled in what he used to do. You understand Wawa?" I nodded again.

"Good." She stood up, "Get ready, we have a family meeting in 10 minutes before we leave yea?"

"Okay." I smiled, wiping my tears away. She left the room and I went to wash my face and fix my pony. While doing that, my phone rang, it was Alina, mom's secretary. She was somewhat a friend mine. Okay truth be told, she was a good friend of mine. She was kind, weird at times, but she was literally an amazing being.

She also had twins, Atlanta and Atlantis. The cutest pair I've ever seen. Her husband was in the military and lost his life in the battlefield. She has a sister whom she loved dearly. In fact, she spoke about her most of the time. And one time, she told me someone killed her sister's husband and she was never the same.

I really felt bad for her and her sister because her sister was pregnant at the time. I mean, who could be so cruel?

I immediately picked up the call.

"Girl." I answered.

"You good?" She asked.

"Yep." I continued fixingy hair with the one hand and the other hand had the phone.

"Can you come down and fetch some files for your mom?" She continued.

"Why don't you just come in?" I asked, placing the comb inside my cosmetics suitcase, closing it.

"I have a present for your mom since it's her birthday next week, and I don't want her to see it as yet." She explained.

" Ohhhh..." I nodded. Oh gosh, how could I forget mom's birthday? I'll get her something wherever we going. I told myself nodding.

"And Eawa, nobody should see you leaving the house. Otherwise they will see the present."

"Ay ay captain." I knew the right place to leave undetected. My balcony. I had those rob ladders and it was easy to go down with. And the reason why I have those, is my weird obsession with the flower garden at night. More specifically, at midnight. The moon lights differently then. My dad off course, doesn't want me to do all of that, says it's not safe, so that's why I got me a ladder one afternoon.

After taking the ladder out my closet, I tied it to my balcony, locked the door, checked the coast, then I climbed down. Alina's car was the end of the garden where the cameras were least located.

Weird...

She was still on her car when I approached her, and she opened her window so to talk to her.

"You came all the way here, just to hand me the files through a window?" I joked, leaning on the window frame.

"No," She flashed her kindest smile. "I have to open the car boot for you."

"Oh." I went to the back and it slowly opened. I don't know when she came out the car, but in a second she was there and before I could say anything, she hit my head with a log. A very strong log. Because I felt blood immediately dripping on my face and before I could understand, nor ask what was happening, she pushed me inside the boot and my face held nothing but betrayal and confusion as my eyes slowly gave up on me, closing.

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I had the worst writer's block.

I couldn't write anything else but this book. It was frustrating. Heyo my dear readers. This unruly missed y'all.

Yesterday I graduated and I'm happily unemployed. I have no excuse for going missing. Except that life was being handed to me straight up. Very hectic stuff.

But hopefully I'm back now. Without the craze of it all. On the other hand, this book may or may not go to a paid website. Good news about that is that I won't take it down this side.

But I'd hope to get your support either way. But we will see hope things go about. I don't know how this chapter was, but comment and do tell me how irresponsible I've been. I think I need that too.

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