Confessions of a Mafia

Chapter One

Freen

My patience is wearing thin by the second as I watch the hands of the huge pentagon shaped wall clock rotate clockwise. It is placed strategically at the center wall of this minimalist living room where I was told to wait hours ago.

It was already ten fifteen a minute back. Now, it is ten sixteen. I glared at my silver wrist watch for the umpteenth time as if it will make the clock rotate counter clockwise and return at exactly eight in the morning.

Biting my inner cheeks, I willed my self to look towards other objects aside from my watch and the hanging clock. Scanning the room for anything that will interest me. There are expensive looking figurines and vases displayed on the left side while a few abstract paintings are hanged on the right which didn't fascinate my eyes. Nothing else to be busied on, I stood up and went to the veranda to catch some fresh air.

I looked downwards when I felt a soft, cold, and kind of wet thing touched the exposed skin on my right foot. My brows instantly furrowed at the black puppy who's currently licking and smelling my heel. I shoved the puppy to stop him from what he's doing. He made a little cry, sat inches away from my feet, and stared at me with his tongue out. Silently accusing me as if I hurt him.

"Bonbon come here."

I turned to look at the person who is the owner of that familiar soft voice. The breath I was holding almost left me upon gazing at her flawless rosy heart shaped face. Her silky long hair is thrown in a messy bun with a few strands falling loosely. The look exudes free spirited vibes yet classic at the same time. However, when my eyes involuntarily travelled from her beautiful baby face towards the yellow camisole top tucked in the fitted stripped jeans she's sporting, I knew from that moment that I have to force myself to look away.

The girl stopped a meter in distance from me, still, my nostril was invaded by her floral scent. From my peripheral vision, I can see her bending to pick up the puppy, patting him on the head whilst staring at me. Instead of paying her attention, I looked past her and watched Richie as he walks towards us. He is carrying two big luggage bags.

"Don't be harsh on him, he's just a puppy!" The girl said, making me glanced her way. She looked pretty annoyed while looking at me.

"I don't like dogs." I replied simply to which she pouted endearingly.

"Too bad, Bonbon will be staying with us." She muttered, then sticked her tongue out in a quick and cute manner, teasing me. I wanted to argue just to annoy her further, but her brother's voice halted me. Richie is already standing behind her sister's back, glaring at me. My brow rose, acknowledging his unwanted presence.

"I'll visit my sister in your place from time to time to check on her."

"Suit yourself." Was my curt reply. He looked pleased with my response though.

"Where's your car?" He asked.

"There." I said, nodding my head towards the parked black sports car while unlocking it with the key in my hand. Both of them looked at the direction I pointed.

"So, it's yours." Ms. Armstrong commented. She sounded impressed.

I casted another glance to the brunette beside me, and that's when I noticed her puffy eyes. She must have been crying before I went here.

"Why did you cry?" I asked after much thought and ensuring that her brother wouldn't hear my question. He is now placing the bags in the back seat of my car. Her eyes flickered from the car to look at me. The amazed facial expression suddenly changed into a sullen one, regretting that I inquired in that instant.

"Never mind." I abruptly cut her when the latter opened her mouth to speak. I don't really need to know the reason and I'm certainly not in the right position to ask. It's none of my business anyway.