Love isn't as simple as we think. We don't always get to choose who we love. And we don't always get to choose how it affects us. All we can do is accept it.
So, when a young Mob boss finds himself "in love with the enemy" he can't just turn awa...
I'm not a complex guy. Or at least I don't think so. My assistant though, will write you a six-page essay on why exactly she disagrees with that.
"Roman, I just don't get why you wouldn't just negotiate a deal with this guy and shove this shit under the rug." She throws the red file folder on my desk as she sits in the leather chair across from me. "It's honestly that simple. If you would listen to me, you wouldn't be in nearly half of the shit you're in now." Alice takes off her reading glasses to give me the glare of an angry mom.
She's been working for me for almost five years now and not once has she missed an opportunity to say, "I told you so" in her own words. She's sophisticated and a mom of eight. And honestly, most of the time she is right. But why the hell would I admit to that.
"When are you not yelling at him?" Francis says as he walks in through my door. He places his arms on Alice's shoulders and greets her with a kiss on the cheek. "Literally never, I can't catch a break with this woman." I huff as I drop the file into a random draw in my desk.
"Oh, screw it. I might as well lecture the ceiling, estúpido." She finished her sentence in her thick accent as she storms out of my office. Francis laughs at her dramatic exit before taking her place in the chair. "How've you been man?" I sigh just thinking about how the past few weeks have been going for me.
"I've been alright. After the shooting at the club, I hired more security. But honestly, I still don't entirely feel safe." I shrug and sit back in my chair.
Francis is my younger brother, he's the only family I have left. Before my dad handed me this business, he killed my mom before killing himself. Or at least that's what the police thinks.
"Me either. Especially after the argument we had with Vincent." He whistles in affect as he crosses his ankle over his knee. "I just know that they're dying to kill us." I run my fingers through my hair, in thought.
Just two weeks ago we argued with a man that doesn't take disrespect lightly. It was my fault the altercation even happened, so it will pain me so see Francis get hurt because of it. Because of me.
"Yeah, I'm sure." I stand up from my desk and he does shortly after me. "I'll handle it though. Alright?" He looks at me for a moment. I can tell that doesn't calm him all that much. Yet he nods anyway. "Alright. I'll talk to you later." we leave the room together but go our different ways.
When I walk out the back door there is a car waiting for me. I get in and my driver starts to take me home. Honestly, it's pretty much have always been like this. It's not safe for me to go out without guards or without at least having my gun on me.
Even as a child I wasn't safe being out on my own. I've experienced everything from being shot at to even being kidnapped. It's been quite the fucking experience inheriting my fathers most prized possession, his work. His mafia. It wasn't the life I wanted for myself. But someone had to step up, I just wish that it didn't have to be me.
I curse when my driver swerves then stops abruptly. "What the fuck is going on?" I ask him. I start to look around in order to take in my surrounds. That's when I notice a body lying in the middle of the road. "What the hell?" I get out of the car, taking another glance around before making my way over to it.
It's a little cold out tonight, I can actually see my breathe. Its' been raining all morning, so it still has that muggy look out right now. As I get closer to the body, I notice something move in the distance. From what I could tell, it looked like someone had been running away.
"I'll take care of this boss." My head darts to my left. My driver is now standing alongside of me. "I should fucking fire you. You just out here running people over and shit." I huff.
"They came out of nowhere." He shrugs in the mist of trying to defend himself. "Whatever you say man." I walk closer to turn the person on their back. Immediately I recognize her. "Fuck!" I yell in frustration. I run my hand over my face as I step away. I'm fuming with anger right now.
"Who is it?" He asks me. I ignore him though. I just take out my phone to speed dial Francis. "Hey man. You need to meet me back at the office right now."
It did not take me long to figure out what to do, of course. We picked her up and met Francis back at my office. Where we put her in the basement. Even after years of doing shit like this, I still can't get over how fast shit goes downhill.
"What's going-holy shit." He exclaims once he sees the woman lying on the concrete floor. "Is she alive?" Only her face is bloody, and her chest does continue to move at a slow pace. "Yeah. I checked on the way back."
He walks over to her body to double check after me. "You're right, I feel her pulse. Yo, what the fuck even happened?" He stands up, face twisted in misbelief. "Charlie ran her over." I say flatly as I motion to my driver, beside me.
"I didn't see her." He blurts out. I can sense how nervous he is through his voice. Charlie has been my driver for a while now, and honestly it probably is time for his old ass to retire. "Because you're old as shit." Francis hits him in the shoulder as he says it. "We'll deal with you later. What should we do about her?" He asks me.
I suddenly get the idea to pour cold water on her, which does actually wake her up. She's dazed when she wakes up though. And it didn't take long for her to become frantic.
"Get away from me." She scoots away from us while groaning in pain. "Relax. I just want to know why you jumped in front of my car. Charlie is already legally blind. So, you can imagine that it gets worse at night." I inform her.
Ray'Becca is Vincent's eldest daughter. If I let her go, then he will just have more reason to come after us. I mean keeping her down here has the same outcome, but I would rather take my chances this way.
"Let me go." She disregards my question entirely. "Sorry, can't do that. I'm in hot water with your dad right now." I shrug to her. She has her back against the wall as she shakes from how cold it is down here. "Please?" She swallows hard.
The few times that I had met Ray 'Becca were brief. I honestly don't have anything against her. I just can't risk her dad finding this out. "I'll think about it. Why don't you tell me a little bit about what your dad's been up to and I'll think about getting you some warm clothes too?"
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