A Mafia's Obsession

EPILOGUE

Mateo's POV (TAGLISH)

"If you don't go home, I will leave this place and leave you with your Dad." Mom's words were laced with her usual threats, her way of guilting me into a visit. I rolled my eyes.

I rolled my eyes before answering her.

"I will stop being dramatic, Mom. As if I can't find you,"

"Huh, 'di ka sure, just come here. Bilisan mo . 8 PM, dapat you are here na," sabi pa nito I hate this whenever she uses that conyo thingy for the fuck's sake she is in her 50s and she still uses social media.

"Yeah, yeah" I mumbled, nodding.

"I will expect na pupunta ka here before 8 PM," she said I just nodded my head even though she couldn't see it.

"Yeah, bye, Mom. I love you." I didn't wait for her response. I ended the call.

I wasn't in the condo because we had a meeting earlier about guns. Yes, guns. I am a mafia my mother didn't let me enter this world, but this is what I want, I want revenge for killing my grandmother.

My father knows about Organization because he was the leader when Mom and Dad didn't know each other.

The words 'Dangerous Mafia' echoed in my mind, a mantra I repeated to myself whenever my alias, Gavin, dared to ask about love. My heart was a cold, hard stone, unyielding, uncaring. I'd built my life on revenge, on a relentless hunger for justice that left no room for vulnerability. I'd never given love a chance.

I'm leaving to go to my mom's house, it's 1 pm but I choose to leave early, malayo ang condo ko sa bahay nila mom that's why umalis ako ng maaga.

I was in the middle of the road when, A figure lay crumpled on the asphalt, her silhouette stark againts the fading light. Blood stained her clothes, a dark stain against the grey of the road. As I said I don't care about anyone, I don't even know if that girl is still breathing or alive. But for fuck's sake, hindi man lang siya tinutulongan, I'm still thinking twice if I will help her or leave her.

But here I am rushing to go to the hospital, I don't want to carry her because she has blood all over her clothes. but I do not have a choice but to help.

these people didn't even help the woman they just stared while whispering. Are they idiots? Instead of helping this woman nag bubulongan lang sila.

"EMERGENCY!" I shouted, my voice raw with urgency, as I burst out of the car. The sound echoed through the sterile hallways of the hospital, drawing the attention of nurses and doctors alike. They rushed towards me, their faces etched with concern, pushing a stretcher with a frantic energy. Fear was palpable in the air, a silent chorus of apprehension.

Fuck, this is my first time doing this. What if I'm doing it wrong? What if I'm not doing enough?

It's been four agonizing days since I brought her here. Four days since she collapsed in my arms, her eyes staring blankly at the sky. Four days since she'd stopped breathing, her life hanging by a thread. Four days since she'd slipped into this unnerving silence, a silence that echoed the emptiness in my own soul.

The doctor had told me she hadn't woken up. He'd explained the possibility of amnesia, the cruel irony of losing memories just as I was discovering the depths of my own feelings for her.

I left the hospital that day, my heart a heavy weight in my chest. I couldn't stay, not with the guilt and the fear gnawing at my insides. I couldn't bear to see her lying there, so fragile, so vulnerable, a silent testament to my own helplessness.

But after three sleepless nights, haunted by her pale face and the echoes of her fading breath, I returned. I couldn't stay away any longer. I needed to see her, to know she was still there, even if she didn't remember me.