Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Where Have You Been

"What do you mean you have never went to prom before. No girls have ran up to you and reacted like, come on Francisco let's go to prom!" I say in a popular girl tone.

"I just never thought prom was something to be so hyped up about." Francisco replies. "I do have a question and it's, how did you Halle become friends?" Francisco ask.

"I know you both don't like each other. But we met at at the school dance in seventh grade. I was alone and she came up to, telling my to dance with most popular guy at school. Tristan Ramirez." I answer.

"Oh that's fun. Were you and Tristan close?" Francisco ask in frustration.

"Don't be jealous. We are much closer than Tristan and I will ever be." I answer looking at the side of him. Francisco smiles.

"Well, have you gone to prom for senior year?" Francisco ask.

"Sadly no and that was the prom I wanted to go to. But most of my friends had dates and nobody asked me." I answer.

"If I went to your school. I would've asked you." Francisco replies.

"Hilarious, you would be one of the most popular students since of your face." I say. Francisco chuckles.

"That doesn't mean I won't ask you to prom." Francisco replies. I felt my cheeks warm up. "Well, we are here now."

Francisco parks the car. Preparing to get out of the car, I grab my small purse that was beside me this whole car trip. Francisco takes his key from the ignition.

We both get out of the car. Francisco walks in front of me stopping me.

"There is a lot of business men in this building. So just act natural, they may seem really scary. But it's all good." Francisco explains. An explosion of butterflies releases into my stomach.

"Okay, I'll trust you." I say. Francisco smiles before turning around. He starts walking to the building. It seemed like an expensive building.

The building had white marble all over with some windows. The entrance was full of valet parking. Expensive cars all over. Francisco pulls out his phone.

"Hello?" Francisco says as we stepped on the cement pavement. "We are at the place. Okay. I promise I will. Well talk to you in a bit. Bye."

"Okay lets go." Francisco says putting his phone back into his pocket.

We walk through the automatic door. They were ladies in skimpy outfits walking around with a silver tray on the palm of their hands.

Francisco walks over to the elevator. He slides his card through the door. We waited for a couple of seconds before the door opens. I got into the elevator. Francisco hits the twelfth floor.

"Well, since we are here at a place full of scary business men and women in skimpy outfits. Could you tell me what this surprise is?" I ask.

"No, that will ruin the surprise." Francisco answers. The door dings as the door opens.

We started walking down the long hall. Francisco knocks on the double doors. I hear high heels clicking across the floor. The women opens the door.

She had a very young face. It was smooth. She was possibly in her mid thirties. Her dark brown hair dropped down the side of face

"Sage. Is that you?" She said more disgusted than surprised.

I look at Francisco and then back at her. I nodded my head. Her mouth lifted into a smile. She had nice beautiful smile.

"It's been seventeen years, I've seen you and you were just a little baby." She says.

"Um, are you my mom?" I question.

"Obviously, sorry I didn't make that very clear." She replies letting us in.

Francisco took a seat on the white sofa. I took a seat next to him. I was still not trusting this women who called herself my 'mom'. 

"Well, I have some good news if Francisco hasn't told you yet. But once I pass away, you will take leadership of the mafia." She says her voice became bitter.

"I didn't know that, but that's amazing. You will become the leader of the mafia." Francisco replies.

"I don't want to be. I haven't even gone to college and found out my career. I'm not going to be part of the mafia." I say.

Her eyebrows furrows together.

"No, you will be the mafia leader or else I will mark you for death." She replies. I frowned at the news. I look Francisco. He just kept looking at her.

"Also, I would rather not call you mom. Since that's too odd. Call me Isabeli." She tells me. "Anyways Sage come with me. I need to tell you something. Francisco stay down here."

He nods before pulling out his phone. I got up leaving my small purse with Francisco. I followed her up the stairs. I saw black luggages lying around. Which probably meant that she wasn't living here.

"Okay, so either Martinez or Francisco has told you about how much they hated the Russian mafia." Sofia whispers.

"Yes, they have." I reply.

"Well, look at this." Isabeli says giving me a picture of handsome man and her with assuming me in the middle as the baby in the middle.

"A picture? Didn't he die in a shooting?" I ask. Isabeli shook her head.

"He's not dead, but he's part of something much worse than anything and you can't tell anyone. I know they will find out eventually. You can't even tell Francisco. I know he might seem like the most trustworthy person you know. But it's a secret between us." Isabeli answers.

"Where is then?" I ask, knowing what and where he is.

"Your father is the leader of the Russian mafia. I haven't spoke to him for ten years. And this is the way we will protect you." Isabeli whispers.

"What, my dad- your husband- is my-" I was cut off by her as she slapped me.

"You won't tell anyone else. This is between us. I missed your out on you life for so long. Everything maybe different. But this is the way it has to be." Isabeli whispers.

Francisco. Francisco. He needs to know, no he doesn't. Your own mother said she would mark you for death if you said anything to him.

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I found a picture a Francisco Lachowski and Hilary Rhoda off of an Instagram page! Celebration! But a new theme will start after this chapter!