Bella?
I caught her and lifted her into my arms as soon as I saw her fall. I've never seen her in such a bad state, although I understand her. She's disappointed in her parents, the only people who have always been her support, but unfortunately when your life is tied to the mafia, feelings come last while safety comes first.
I entered our room and took her to the shower. The person in me would never do this but I have to show her and prove that I'm not a good person, and it's best for both of us to be in a relationship from the beginning. A bad one.
I let the cold water run over us.
"OHHHH!" She cried out the moment she felt the cold water.
"Let this be a warning to you not to drink alcohol. I don't want my wife to be an alcoholic. Get serious and come to your senses." I left her alone and left the bathroom.
I returned to my office, after I change my chlothes. I have ba lot of work to do.
"Come in!" I called out as I heard a knock on the door.
"Son, can we talk?" It's not like I have time for trivial matters.
"Just cut short whatever you have to say." I replied.
"Do you think we went too far with Isabella? I know we should be cool to a point, but I'm afraid we went too far. She doesn't see the good in us anymore, she only sees a threat. I don't want her to hate us, especially since I've always seen her as our daughter." It's a little late for that, and we all know that.
"Mother, it's past midnight and you want to talk about something that's already a done deal. We can't turn back time, and so can some decisions that we've all firmly accepted. You've all known for a long time that Isabella would be my wife, whether it's now or in a few years. That wouldn't change. Only I can have her, only she can be mine." My mother looked at me a little surprised but didn't comment.
"Okay son, you know best what's good for you and what's not. Tomorrow Alex and I are going home. We won't bother you anymore and it's better if Isabella calms down a bit, so we can talk to her in peace sometime. I love you son." I don't like those sweet words but that's my mother so it goes in one ear and out the other.
"See you, mother." I told her and continued to shuffle the papers on my desk, while she just left my office.
There's so much going on in my head, so many problems around me, so much work around me that it's sometimes exhausting, but I'm the leader of the biggest, most powerful and strongest mafia in the world for a reason. I'm in that position for a reason. No one can do anything to me.
"Elijah?" I answered the call.
"We have a problem. A shipment crossing the border with Russia was found by the police." I was just waiting for that.
"Elijah, you're calling me while you're having sex with some whore and telling me the shipment was stolen? I can hear those disgusting sighs. How is it possible that the shipment was found. Is the name hidden?" I want everything to be as it should be according to the rules that must be followed. I don't want mistakes like this one.
"You could have come join me, I know you like these sexy things." Fool.
"Elijah!" I shouted at him sternly. I don't like jokes like that.
"I'm kidding, relax. I know you love Isabella." What is this conversation about now?
"Fuck that whore and solve the problem! I don't want the same mistakes to happen again. One more thing. I want the mole who betrayed us to be found. He'll pay for this betrayal, and the lost money that should have already been in the mafia's account. We're talking about millions. Fix it!" I ended the call and didn't let him answer me.
