Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 8 - Drug Dealer In Portugal

Thomas 

"I am telling you, Marc, it was not as it appeared." I tell Marc who laughs on the other side of the phone. 

"But she liked it," he says.

"I think your girlfriend has a very bad choice," i say, chuckling. 

"In men or in dresses?"

At this, i snort. "Both." i say. and we both laugh a little. 

"Okay man, something's come up, I'm hangin' up. Bye."

"Bye." i say as the call disconnects. 

Marcus Whitfield is my friend. He is also in mafia and always has a different but epic story to tell. Conversing with him makes my mood lift a little. Today he told how his girlfriend accepted a dress that he accidentally had torn and told her that it was a new design. she even said she liked it. He said it was a joke and won't make her wear it anywhere. 

Remia Defrose is a nice girl. and i think she only said she liked it for Marcus'. 

My mood, however, turns dark again as another call rings on my phone exactly thirty seconds after i put my phone down. It's  the customer i made a deal earlier this year. He lives in Portugal. I pick up.

"Hello, Thomas." he says. " It's been a while since we have been on business terms."

Someone knocks at my door and because i can't shout Come In i have to go and open the door.

"Indeed." i say on the phone.

It's Lily at the door, holding a cup of coffee. i come back to my desk as she steps in. She brings me coffee everyday which means she remains in the kitchens where are many girls like her to keep her company. I think she is adjusting just fine.

"I think i would like to be your customer again." he says.

"How many ships?" i open a dairy to write whatever he was going to say.

"Five. Of Cocaine and Marijuana."

"Italian Cocaine?" i ask. Lily places the cup on the table. 

"Umhm. When will you send it?" She turns to leave.

"For 6 million dollars, likely two weeks." 

"Alright then." but he doesn't hang up. "I also wanted to talk to you on the matter of Alabama Property Vengs." I remove my phone from my ear, covering the microphone with my other hand.

"Lily, wait." she turns in the doorway.  "Bring me the files in that shelf. Fifth from the right." i point to the bookshelf in my office." 

"I dug some numbers from the suspected people there. it appears they are Italian."

I watch her as Lily goes to the shelf and brings the folders to me. Six inches thick so, she can't carry more than two at a time. i scribble the numbers that the Portuguese drug dealer tells me.

Lily brings all the six files to my desk and leaves, closing the door behind her.

I don't know why i asked her to do it. i could've done it myself. i never let anyone touch my stuff.

But i think i didn't want her to leave too soon.

What is happening to me?

i banish all these silly thoughts and turn my attention to the diary.