Broken Constellation

Chapter 16

I've been here for 2 weeks

And for those two weeks my captor has been overseas closing deals

My father knows I'm here.
The bastard that he is, fucking mess of a human.

But he couldn't care less, I just wonder what type of lie he told Dion to excuse my absence.

I miss him.
But I failed him, I always do. I promise I would take care of him, but I never seem to be able to do that. I mean look at me, now I'm working for the Russians and have left him.
Not by choice of course but still.

And the guilt is unbearable.
At least Isabelle is there for him.

I'm in a better physical shape but not great yet.

I walk back and forth infront of the men zayden assigned to me.

They're quite the bore.

Though it is quite fun to Annoy Alexander

He is the quiet one, the one who reports to Zayden directly but he is warming up to me, I know it.

He is hilarious, his lack of interest in well ..anything really is shockingly amusing.

But he is young, almost the same age of Dion and that terrifies me.

I like him the most out of them all, the rest are bitches with no personality or common sense.

They're fucking terrified I'll do something  but I don't have the fucking energy. But seeing them on edge because of me makes their fear so amusing

" where's Zayden" I tilt my head asking big foot.

I gave him his name on account of how fucking huge he is. Fucking unnatural shit.

" out" he grits annoyed with the question I've asked every hour.

I know he came back today, I saw his driver.

" if your going to cut out the useful part of the  answer to the question I may as well just cut out your tongue" I smile batting my eyelashes

He tenses before mumbling something under his breath.

Illiterate bastard.

Zayden has assigned me a schedule.

Breakfast at 7, sparring at 8:30 , consultations for work at 10, then they update me on the status of my own mafia at 11 right before my lunch.

Then I am to go gym , shower , create a plan for my deal with Zayden.. well his second in command since he has been away and then I have the rest of the day to myself until dinner at 7, unless they take me on missions.

My father knows how to run  his business, hell he did it before me and he's doing it now. It's an unnatural feeling, my inability to completely invest my time in ensuring we excel and make the right moves to secure our illegal income.

I wonder who's taken over my place while I'm gone.

But I'm enjoying my break from it all. I just want my dog back.

It is interesting to see how they invest just as much time to the mafia as they do their hotels and restaurants to preserve and uphold the business image to the outside world.

I've just finished gym and freshened up, meaning that next I should be able to see Zayden.
It's not that I'm looking forward to it,
But I'm curious.

How I am living in the same house as the man who killed my mother I have no idea, and it pains me that despite the fact he murdered her, he is an okay person.