The Mafia's Prostitute (MLM)

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Derrick pov:

I was still waiting for Pablo to track Alian's location at my place, but nothing came.Due to his injuries I had caused him and my driver, he's working a little slower, I even did things like threatening to kill his family If he didn't get Alian's location, I am being a dick, I know, but I have to get to Jessi before it's too late...

"Boss...", Pablo said.

"What is it, did you get it?", I said.

"No..."

I sighed and then glared at him for not doing his fucking job, I know I can't blame him for any of this, I could only blame myself, I was to blame, I didn't believe Jessi when he told me he wasn't a traitor , I kept him in a cell where there wasn't really good security, I could only blame myself...

But I'm a asshole and I wouldn't admit that it's my fault.

"Boss, I think he knew about the tracker all along , I think he always knew about it sir", He sighed ,looking down.

I sat down and rubbed my forehead, I was having a headache because of all the stress, and when looked up , I looked at my reflection in the mirror that was on the wall,  I looked like a mess, I had dark circles under my eyes because of the lack of sleep, my hair was messy and greasy and I looked just like a zombie.

I figured that taking a shower was a good idea to freshen up and clear my mind a little.

I stood up and Pablo immediately looked at me nervously as I was walking towards him, he gulped and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Damn , I am a bad leader, I need to improve...

I patted his shoulder and he seemed surprised by my gesture.

"Go home and get some rest ", I said before making my to the bathroom.

Pablo seemed surprised at first, but a after a few seconds he packed up to go home , to his family.

Family...

I went up the stairs and went to get me some clothes in my walk-in closet.I chose to just wear a plain white t-shirt and a grey sweatpants.

I then made my way to the bathroom.

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As I was showering, I was thinking about stuff... Jessi specifically.

I thought about what he was doing, thinking and feeling at the moment, I thought about the man that tried to help me, Marcos was it?

Wait...

If Marcos worked for the Americans,then he would know where they were, he would know where Jessi was.

I didn't think like that , my mind was too crazy to think about that because I was so stressed, I mentally slapped myself for being so dumb.

I stepped out of the shower and started drying myself , I dressed and dialed the number that was in my pocket written on a piece of paper, I remembered that Marcos shoved it in my pocket before going out.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Hello?",said the familiar voice from the cell, it was Marcos."Hey, are you free right now?", I asked."Uh, yeah why?",he asked.

"I want you to come over to my place , you know where it is", I said and then hung up.

                     *Ten minutes later*

I received a call from one of my guards.

I picked it up and he notified me that someone was here to meet me , I granted them permission to let him in, knowing that it was Marcos.