Everlasting (A Love for the Mafia re-Write)

'A Tatted Up Bad Boy Was The Ultimate Fantasy'

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Chapter 4

Cruz

"Is he serious?" Jacob questioned as we drove back to my place, to get ready for tonight,

"He seems it doesn't he."

After the meeting with my father, we left pretty quickly. My band, 'Missing in Action' were due to perform tonight at Mystic, a local club who booked our band regularly. We had quite a following these days and most Friday nights people travelled from all over to see one of our gigs.

"Do you honestly think Dominos will allow of close to his only weakness?" Jacob questioned,

"I have my doubts, but I'm not going risk another beating from him,"

From a young age, my father had been abusive. I was the unwanted child from an arranged marriage between my parents, but once I got old enough to start fighting back, he moved on to hitting my mother. She tries to hide it, but it's pretty clear, when she's limping around the kitchen or the sudden new bruises that appear on her arms after a night of my father's drunken antics.

"You read for tonight anyway?"

"I'm always ready,"

Music became a release when I was eight. My dad had organised an underground fight, to try and make me become 'a man', but all it lead to was a broken nose and too many bruises to count covering my body. There was a community centre a few blocks from my house and most evenings they held music classes, this was where I met Jacob.

It was raining pretty heavy and after wondering the streets for a few hours, I ended up of the stairs of the centre. Through the window a seven year old Jacob, was banging on the drums in the left corner of the room, I remember thinking he looked so free, without a care in the world. So I stepped in and the first thing I picked up was a guitar. Music came naturally after that and the friendship with Jacob followed. He never judged my crime family. His home life was nothing special either, but we just connected. Even if he is a pain in my ass.

"Have you figured out where your car is yet?" My eyebrows scrunched in confusion,

"No idea man," It was the truth, "I really should find it before tonight though."

Jacob nodded in agreement.

The area where my apartment was situated wasn't the best. On most corners were the local prostitutes, the stairwells of the apartments acted as shelter for the homeless during the rain and sound of bullets hitting flesh has become a daily occurrence. But the rent was cheap and nobody complained when I played my music too loud or practiced my guitar till the early hours of the morning plus anywhere was better than staying with my dad.

"Hey there's your car," Jacob pointed to the Matte Black Audi A8, parked in my space outside my apartment building,

"How the fuck did it get here?" I climbed out of the Mustang and rushed over the my car, pulling out the note tucked between the window and frame of the driver side,

'Bro you were totally fucked! Mrs Big Titties promised to get you home safe, so I thought I'd pay you back for standing up against your father for me the other month. Here is your car Bro, all safe, a little less gas in the tank but no scratches, you're welcome.

Chae '

Chae ran the bar I ended up at last night; he was also one of my father's keen customers. He could never say no to a bit of Blow. The event in his note happened when he couldn't afford to pay for the latest weight of Cocaine he bought of daddy dearest. I was made to go and collect, he promised he'd pay it within a week (which he did) but also offer free drinks and anything I needed if I could buy him more time with my dad. As a result I ended up with a stab wound from my dad's goons and a lesson in respect from daddy himself.

"You went to Chae's last night?" Jacob read the letter from over my shoulder,

"I shot someone yesterday; I needed something to take the edge off,"

Being raised in the Mafia meant from a young age my life had been set out for me. I had my first fight at eight, sold my first drugs at eleven, shot someone when I was fifteen and at the age of seventeen I had murdered five people. Many people said I was the exact replica of my dad, others said I was even better. That was before I got arrested, but that is another story,

"Why didn't you say so," Jacob new jail time had changed me, I wasn't so cold hearted anymore and my aspirations were set way above becoming the leader of the Mexican Cartel,

"It never came up," I shrugged before pulling the keys of my car from the glove box, locking up and made my way towards the steps leading into my apartment building, a hand on my shoulder halted me in my steps,

"We're Bro's Cruz; shit like that you should be carry by yourself," I wrapped my arm around Jacobs shoulder, hauling him to my side,

"Come on you big sook, let's grab a beer," Brothers from another Mother.

The interior of my apartment wasn't any better than the outside. The small kitchen and fold down couch took up the majority of the room, one door led to the bathroom, which held a grimy toilet and shower while the other door, led to a bedroom with a double bed and small dresser. A big change from the lavish mansion I grew up in,

"You could have at least cleaned for me," Jacob landed on the pull out, kicking hit feet up on the small coffee table in front of him. I laughed it off and reached inside the fridge for two beers, chucking one at Jacob,

"So talk to me brother, how is tonight going down," Jacob opened the tab on his beer can and swallowed a large gulp,

"The same as usual, arrive at ten, on at eleven then play till twelve. Have a few drinks with some guys then take home any willing girl who wants to enjoy a ride on me,"

"And I repeat my earlier statement... Cruz you have no standards," Flipping him the bird, I entered the bathroom to take a shower.

I always knew my looks helped me get away with anything growing up. My dark hair and light grey eyes, knew how to grip a woman, leading to getting my own way. My skin a darker tone due to my heritage is covered in various shapes and colours. My arms full of sleeve tattoos while a gun was printed attached to my hip, a dark dragon silhouette covered my back and I had a huge script across my chest and collarbones. A tatted up bad boy was the ultimate fantasy for any good girl and the piercing in my junk always fulfilled the girls I bought home.

Turning on the shower, I stripped and washed away the early morning sex, the meeting with my father and the emotional talk I had with Jacob. My thoughts drifted to Aurora, she was going to be a difficult target. She looked to innocent to be bought into this cruel world of the Mafia. But of course my father didn't care about that, he only wanted the end of the Italian Mob and if he had to play dirty he would. I had to complete the mission,

Once you were in the Mafia, you never got out.

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