Made For The Mafia (18+) (1 of 3)

Chapter 46 - Catty

"Well, if it isn't little Catty all grown up," Pablo snickers as my stomach drops and my feet instinctively move one step backward.

He can't be here. No. This has to be in my head. He is a hallucination.

But I heard his voice...

I never thought I would hear it again. I never thought I would see him again. My aunt made sure of that.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out besides his name in a stutter. "P-Pablo..."

His eyes skim over me slowly from head to toe. When his eyes meet mine again, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

He smirks and I think I'm going to be sick. This is real life... he is here right now.

Fuck. Where's Danny?

"When I heard that you were alive, I didn't believe it. I mean, you played a dead girl so well for all these years."

How did he figure it out? Why now? How? Who told him?

I can't stop the spinning track of questions swarming in my mind, digging me mentally deeper into the hole I want to run and hide in right now like the young girl he last saw me as.

"Does he know?" I blurt out without thinking. He nods and the sunken feeling in my chest grows. "How did you find me?" I add.

His smirk fades as he takes a step closer, his eyes changing from the smug arrogance to the cold creature I once knew.

"That's what you have to say after all this time?" He asks and I gulp, but nod slowly. He frowns but explains. "We got a tip from a friend. Turns out they were right. You may have changed your hair and grown up but you are the same Catty I remember."

I can't hear that name again... I can't let myself remember it all...

"Stop calling me that."

He shrugs. "You used to like it."

I used to put up with a lot of things he thought I liked...

"I'm different now," I counter. "I have a new life."

I try to stand up a little straighter, more confidently, but fail when he laughs loudly for two seconds and then completely stops and becomes serious again. If I didn't know him any better, it would be chilling how instantly he can flick the switch on emotions like that. But I do know him. Too well.

"Oh, I know. You've been busy. Enzo Colombo - interesting choice for a mark."

The moment his name escapes Pablo's lips, I know I have no chance to leave this bathroom without everything changing. It's an instant realization - a devastating, awful one at that.

Fuck... he really found me. He knows about Enzo... he knows about my life. I can't hide. I can't run. That isn't an option anymore.

"He's not a mark," I tell him as I cross my arms against my chest. "I don't do that anymore."

He shrugs again. "Yes, you do."

Now I'm confused.

"What does that mean?"

"You're going to go home to your little mansion where you two play house and you're going to gather up all the cash he has there," he says and even though I am not moving, everything in me still feels like it just froze.

"He doesn't have any," I counter and he rolls his eyes like he doesn't believe me in the slightest. He shouldn't - I'm lying. And badly.

"He has hundreds of thousands in his safe. And I would bet you know the passcode." He raises his eyebrows and I look down automatically without answering. But that seems to be enough of an answer for him. "That's what I thought."