I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache.
Deciding I didn't really need to get out of bed just yet, I pull out my phone and laptop arranging some things for the funeral. Alexandre was a simple man but he was also a joker. He loved pulling jokes on all of us and never wanted to take things too seriously.
He always used to tell me he wanted to be cremated in a yellow suit. He didn't want many people there just his closest family and friends.
He said he wanted no crying unless it was tears of joy, and when everyone was home on the night of his funeral he said he wanted someone to message all of them "thanks for coming" from his contact number.
After about two hours I had booked the venue near the lake for 3 days time, I had organised the invites and they would be posted out to his closest friends and family by the end of the day. I organised his suit, the food for the wake and the wake venue which will be in my house which he also used to live in.
I got some of the men to get a few decorations organised and I messaged someone that I knew wouldn't be at the funeral to get ready to send that stupid message. I also organised a lot of guards to be outside the ceremony and the wake. Our psycho enemies are always waiting for a reason to get closer to us, even if that is a funeral where the Donna is mourning her best fucking friend.
3 days later.
The day of the funeral came much much quicker than I had anticipated, I didn't sleep very well last night so I went for a run.
I've just finished my shower and slicked my hair into a low ponytail and then started on my makeup. Memories passed through my head of my friendship with Alexandre and honestly I couldn't keep the tears at bay, I put my makeup brush down and gave my self 10 minutes to cry and let all of my emotions run wild. I haven't done this in years but once the minutes where up I realised that was exactly what I needed.
Other than the fact I was about to walk into my best friends funeral. I had a really bad feeling about today. Normally those feelings are not wrong, as I approach the funeral I can feel my palms sweat and shake and my heart begin to constrict but this time really tight. I'm not in full guard today, I know I'm not, my heart is broken. I wasn't in love with Alexandre but I did love him and before I met my family and my friends xandre was the only person I did love. Now he's gone and there's a big whole in my heart where he once was.
I feel my eyes well up but I push them back down and lift my head up. Opening the doors to the church and walking in. I'm wearing my knee high chunky heels with black suit pants and a knitted black bodysuit. I have a black long coat on which hides all my weapons and sunglasses on because I know I won't be able to hold the tears back when I see his body.
After about twenty minutes of the man speaking at the front of the church, I'm called up to do my speech, I'm not sure what I'm going to say but it has to be in Russian. So I clench my hands and walk up to the front.
"Я даже не знаю, с чего начать, Александр. все в этой комнате знают, какой образ жизни мы вели с самого раннего возраста, и я не буду врать, каждый день, когда мы жили, был смертью, ожидающей своего часа." I say and blink back the tears as I look at Alex' youngest daughter
Where do I even start about Alexandre. Everyone in this room knows what type of life we led from a very young age and I will not lie everyday we lived was simply a death waiting to happen.
I take a deep breath and carry on "Алекс обладал целеустремленностью, как никто из тех, кого я когда-либо встречал, и он делал все, что было в его чертовых силах, чтобы люди, которых он любил, были в безопасности и счастливы, даже если это означало, что на карту поставлена его собственная безопасность и счастье. Итак, сегодня я стою здесь перед всеми вами, и я бы хотел, чтобы вы все дали Алексу обещание, обещание, что даже когда времена становятся тяжелыми и кажется, что становится трудно дышать, вы помните его и помните, почему это важно быть счастливым! Я обещаю Алексу — чтобы его дети были счастливы, здоровы и любимы на протяжении всей их жизни, а также следить за тем, чтобы его жена была счастлива и довольна, потому что его семья — это моя семья. Я люблю тебя, Александр. до следующего раза, мой друг" I finish off only noticing now the tears cascading down my face at a rapid pace.
After a few more speeches I catch up with Alexandre's wife and daughters, making sure they have every one of my contact details so if they need me for anything they can call me. I give them my mafia ring so everyone knows they are under my protection and therefore shouldn't mess with them.
Seeing his body battered and bruised and saying goodbye to him was something I never thought I'd have to do, but sitting here now, I'm struggling to keep my tears from falling. All I want to do is break down and sob but I won't. I still have an empire to run and people to care for.
So instead I lead the way to my Russian soldier house where the wake is being held.
But when the night is coming to an end I wish I never left America.
Speech translation - Alex had a determination like no one I've ever met, and he did everything in his damn power to make sure that the people he loved were safe and happy, even if it meant his own safety and happiness was at stake. So, I stand here today in front of all of you and I'd like you all to make a promise to Alex. A promise that even when times get hard and it seems like it's getting hard to breathe, you remember him and why it's important to be happy. Days aren't promised. My promise to Alex is to make sure his children are happy healthy and loved throughout their lives, and to make sure his wife is happy and content because his family is my family always. I love you Alexandre. Until next time my friend.
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Hey ya'll I'm so sorry for the wait and for this short chapter. I know this book is quite heavy but the next few chapters after this are going to have a lot of detail and some heavy topics. It's taking me a while to write them as I want to make sure I write them well.
Bear with me my lovely's and thank you so much for giving my book a go.
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