Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Breaking Promises

Walking up the stairs, I had the trays hanging off my finger tips. I smile at Sofia who was leaning over the counter on her phone.

There was a clipboard on the counter. I set the tray on the counter. I lifted up the paper I find a set of male names with an occasion girl names on the list.

I guess that means, girls don't want to be part of the mafia. It must be difficult since Martinez isn't going to hire many and he's very strict on trust with new members.

I see they had moved or got their living room bigger, I notice that someone was controlling the tv. I see Donkey Kong and Princess Peach on the karts. I turn my focus to the tv.

"Come on, you always use Princess Peach. She always the reason why you actually win." Jo's voice said to assumingely Tom.

"It's just because you are bad at the game and you're using Donkey Kong who's always going weigh down your kart." Tom replies.

I prepare to take a seat on the dark brown couch. Jo and Tom got off the couch before running over to me. They both embraced me tightly. Knocking me down to the couch.

"We thought you weren't coming back." Jo says happily.

"Didn't Martinez tell you guys, I had to
come back because my mom is being indecisive." I reply as they let go and return to the couch.

"No, he only lets Francisco know all the important information. I guess he thinks we are childish." Tom says.

"What a dick." I insult Martinez. They both chuckle. "Anyways, you two excited for tonight?"

"Hell no, I don't want to deal with half of the men who don't even know how to use a gun" Tom replies as they pick up their Gamecube controllers from the coffee table.

"Doesn't it say that on the resumé Martinez hands out." I ask.

"Yeah, but half of them nearly mark everyone of the boxes with a check and then lie about it when they get here." Jo answers as they started their Mario Kart game.

"Well, good luck." I reply getting up from the couch. I walk over to the kitchen. I hear footsteps against the floor. Before I could turn to see who it was they pushed me as they embrace me.

"Sage, I didn't know how soon you were going to come back." Jazz's voice bounced around my head. Turning myself to face her, I embrace her.

"Does Martinez tell you guys nothing?" I say as I hear her chuckling.

We let go of our embrace. I looked at her outfit. She had white converse with black ripped jeans, a blue and white tie-dye shirt to finish the outfit off.

"I'm heading over to the club, I just wanted to come and talk to you for a second. Wait, you could come to the club with me." Jazz says grabbing my shoulders.

"No." I didn't feel those words out of my mouth. Jazz looked at me in confusion before turning to find Francisco walking down the stairs.

"What why?" Jazz ask.

"Didn't Martinez warn you about the Russian mafia?" Francisco says overshadowing Jazz.

"Yes, he did. But Sage needs some fun instead of staying in this house for three weeks straight. Oh right. You took it away from her, yesterday." Jazz says walking off from Francisco.

"Jazz you do not turn your back on me. I am a mafia and you are a stripper." Francisco spat. Jazz turns to Francisco.

"Sage, do you want to stay back with Mr. Petty or do you want to go and have some fun with me at the club?" Jazz ask. I had to make a strong decision that would impact my relationship with these two.

But Jazz was right, I've been too nice with Francisco. He took me away from my friends and my only family.

"So what is it Sage?" Francisco ask.

"Jazz, I'll go with you." I answer smiling at her. She smiles back.

"If something bad happens to you, don't come to me and telling me I didn't stop you, because I tried." Francisco replies. I turned away from him.

I walk down the stairs to my bedroom. Jazz behind me. I found some cute shirts. I grabbed a burgundy vans tie dye shirt with some white ripped jeans. To finish off the look with some black and grey checkerboard vans. I did have the white and black ones, but they didn't match the outfit as much.

After putting them on. I sprayed some perfume and applied deodorant. I was ready to go, I'm just glad I took a quick shower this morning to get out of the way. I grabbed my small Coach handbag from the basket it was in at the bottom of my closet. I place it on my shoulder.

"Lets go!" Jazz cheers, she took my hand as we walked up the stairs in excitement.

She let go when we reached the top of the stairs. Francisco on the stool. He looked up at both of us. He shook his head in disappointment. Not in Jazz, but me. Because I broke his promise.

Jazz opens the front door for me as we left the house. She pulls out the fancy keys to her nice small BMW. Unlocking the car door. I got into the passenger seat. The interior was similar to Francisco's, yet different. It seemed to have more technology.

I shut the door as Jazz puts her key into the ignition. She turns it and I hear the car roaring as it starts. She plugged her phone in, setting it onto a song that I enjoyed before leaving school.

It's not good enough for me, since I been with you. It's not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me.

I pulled out of my phone through my pocket. I see a text message from Francisco. I rolled my eyes in frustration when I got the text.

"What's wrong?" Jazz ask backing out of driveway.

"Francisco's already texting me and we aren't even twenty-feet away from him." I answer.

"He will get over it." Jazz replies as we head onto the road. I read the text to myself.

You two better be home at six-thirty. Any later than that there will be serious consequences.

"He said we have to be home before six-thirty or else there will be serious consequences." I say. Jazz laughs.

"I told you, Mr. Petty." Jazz replies.

We both laugh at that. But I started to get more and more butterflies in my stomach. I knew Francisco was not happy and the consequence had to not be good.