Alorah

Part 12

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"How was things in Philadelphie ?" Clayton asks before even sitting down. He takes a sip of his coffee as he eyes us one by one. "is everything back under control ?" he asks without letting us time to answer the first question

"we handled it" Tyler nods his head one time. My eyes change for one second to Tyler before going back to Clayton "May I have more details, please ?" My father says in an obvious and annoying way. Ethan clears his throat "When we get there the transaction was still not made, as you predicted. We waited an hour like you said and then we went back to see if it was made"

"Only it wasn't so we took care of some of them to show them how it works. We took care of things and made the transaction ourself. We stayed in Philadelphie to be sure everything is back like before and when we saw it was, we came back" He adds and Clayton nods, his fingers are intertwined through each other and both of his index are against his lips "Where are the bodies ?"

"in the river near the warehouse where the transactions take place"

"and it took you five days to just do that ?" he says sternly, looking straight in Ethan's eyes "can I know why the fuck it took you five days to do that ?" I take over him and nod two times "we had to be sure. We stayed as long as it was needed. It was better staying there longer than what was planned than come back here and see it was not well done"

Clayton looks at me and smirks a little while nodding his head. I heard and learn, that's what he wanted and that's what I did

He tests us all the time, like today. He want to make us believe that he will get angry because it took us five days instead of three to do something when in fact he doesn't care at all. He want to see how we react, how we talk and how we defend ourself. That's another part of the job that need to be done perfectly

"Perfect" he says standing up "Elton, take care of the drugstore until it's time to close while the other help me get things ready for monday in the back. If, like you said, things are back under controle, the package should be here saturday"

We all stand up and do as we're told.

It doesn't take us a long time to prepare everything and when it's done I don't lose a time and get out of this place. I close the door behind me and when I turn around my eyes immediatly stop on the window of Harold's bar.

She's here, speaking with some old men. She wears a tight jeans, a black top under her apron and a fake smile. I watch her walking away from this table and taking a deep breath before going behind the bar

I notice every little things who are different with her, who aren't her. When she fake smile, when she looks uncomfortable, when she's tired, when she's angry or upset. I watch people all the time, I analyze them and for some reason, i enjoyed more analyzing her than all the other people I analyzed

What is wrong with me ? I never wanted a girl by my side, I never wanted all of that. But when I imagine someone by my side walking to the head of my father's mafia, I imagine her, not someone else, her. I don't know her but it doesn't seems to bother my mind.

It's fucked up and I need to stop this. I can't have my feelings controling me, I controle them

A hand on my back make me look away "let's go home" Drake says as he looks through the window too. I eye him and look back one last time inside the bar but I don't see her anymore. Drake drags me down the street and after a moment he says "don't get too close"

It's the only thing he says and he didn't even needed to say it. I already know. I don't want to get close to her even if I have already been. It's dangerous, for her as well as for me or my family.