Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Communicating

Francisco sat down on the edge of the bed. I decided wether to sit down besides him or not. He was wearing black joggers with a black, three stripped Adidas shirt.

What you did say at the dinner table was actually rude. I know Francisco had been a dick to you, but that was rude.

Halle's voice ring through my head. You can't let Francisco win. You have to go against him. I sat down besides Francisco. I'm sorry Halle.

"I know I have been a dick lately. But it's because I'm worried for you. What Jazz did yesterday was stupid. She doesn't understand how important you are." Francisco says in a much more civil, soft voice.

"How important am I and why does the Russian mafia want me so badly?" I ask in desperate voice.

"Your mother used to be part of the Russian mafia, she realized she had enough power to be on her own. That's when she found Martinez's mother. They became great friends. And she departed. Making a better and more successful mafia." Francisco answers.

"If you don't mind, but what happen to Martinez's mother?" I ask.

"She's alive, but his father was at the wrong place at the the wrong time. The Russian mafia did a drive by and killed him. But he's was killed on accident. It was supposed to happen to his mother." Francisco answers.

"Where does she live?" I ask.

"In a house, nearby here. Martinez visits her about every other day. She loves Sofia. That's also how they met. Sofia's mother and Martinez's mother were best friends since high school." Francisco explains.

"How do they know about me and why do they want me?" I ask.

"Well, when Miles Bitch Ass self decided to betray us. He let the Russians know you were the daughter of her." Francisco swore.

"Excuse your language." I reply sarcastically knowing he did not care. "I'm just so mad that he did that." I threw the tv remote at the floor. It made a loud noise even if it was carpet.

"Well he's dead, if that makes a difference. The Spanish mafia has way more protection, money, and members than the Russian. And if it sounds better. You have me." Francisco says putting his warm hand on my thigh.

"But mafias have their ways of getting whatever they want. Example when you kidnapped-took me. I tried to escape. But I couldn't since you put a syringe into my neck." I reply. Francisco narrowed his eyes at me.

"Don't make this harder than it already is." Francisco demands in a more stern serious voice.

"Why can't they just find my mother and kill her? Instead of taking me as bait. She left me for eighteen years." I reply in a upset tone.

"Your mother is the leader of the Spanish mafia. If she dies. Martinez will lead and we won't be safe. She's in hiding in a good place. Keeping everyone safe." Francisco explains.

"Isn't my grandma endanger?" I ask.

"No, she's doesn't even know your mother is a mafia leader. She was disappointed to find out she's a part of the business." Francisco answers.

"How do you know so much?" I ask.

"Well, my mother was apart of your mother's mom group. Your mother called me the cutest baby." Francisco answers.

"Wow, she really loves you. Did you know me when I was a baby?" I ask.

"Nope, but I'm glad I do now." Francisco answers, grinning at me with his perfect smile.

"Well maybe you could explain how you and my mother bonded together back then." I suggest in a more asking tone.

"Well sit down, correction lay down and relax. This is going to be a long story." Francisco says as he laid his upper body down on the bed.

(Francisco's POV - Flash Back, 15yrs)

"You're the cutest little eight year old, I have ever met. I hope I have a little boy like you." Isabeli told me.

"Looks like you two are having so much fun." My mother says taking a seat on the creamy sofa. She was pregnant was my sister.

"Well Francisco has been so cute since he was born. With his million dollar smile." Isabeli compliments.

"What do you say Francisco?" Mom reminds me.

"Thank you Isabeli." I reply, which then I had the highest pitch voice.

"Of course." Isabeli says happily.

We would always play. She would be there for me when my mother was pregnant and busy with work.

We would always play house, shopping, and just do all that fun kid stuff. After she was pregnant with you and had you. She didn't have enough time to hang out with me. But that's when I was thirteen.

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"She came back and told us that she has a miscarriage. But she didn't. It was you that she had." Francisco explains.

"It's just a small world, isn't it?" I ask.

"I guess so." Francisco says.

"Where's your mother now?" I ask.

"She's living in Atlantic City with my sisters. Josephine and Melanie. I'm older than the both of them." Francisco answers.

Shockingly we were actually having a conversation. It's felt like we have never had a regular conversation like this in a while.

My bedroom door open revealing Martinez. He had a white dress shirt on.

"Francisco, we are having a mafia meeting about the mission we are having in a couple of days." Martinez intrudes on our conversation.

"Okay." Francisco says getting off of my bed, he leaves my bedroom not even adding a 'good-bye' or 'talk to you later'

My bedroom door opened after five minutes passed. Halle enters the room. She smiles at me before taking a seat besides me on the bed.

"How was it down here with Francisco?" Halle ask. That's when my expression changed.

"Well, we actually got along for once." I answer. Halle's jaw dropped.

"You're not supposed to do that. Francisco is an asshole." Halle says.

"I decided that sometimes people are on good terms and sometimes are on bad terms." I reply. Halle words what I just said.

"You can't let him take an advantage of you. He might seem all fine and dandy now. But he'll just become a dick later." Halle says.

"Well we will just have to see what comes." I reply sitting up.