Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Hiding The Truth

"Now, my life has been at risk since I was sixteen. So you can leave now." Isabeli demands. I frowned at her demand. I hurried away.

I walk down the stairs. I see Francisco on his phone. Hurrying towards him. Grabbing my small purse. Francisco looked at me in confusion.

"Can we go please?" I ask stumbling.

"Yea sure." Francisco answers hesitantly.

I didn't let Francisco open the door for me. I just hurried out the door. I hear him walking towards me quickly.

Don't say anything, I will mark you for deal. The phrases bounce in my head. I felt him grab my wrist forcing me to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Francisco ask.

"Nothing, I just wanted to get out of there ASAP." I answer smiling at him. Faking it.

"You are lying to me." Francisco replies still having a grip on my wrist.

"It is because she was telling me how she would make me for death is that is not mother like." I said hoping he wouldn't catch me lying.

"She's just bitter like that. I'm not too sure why, but I heard she also told you to leave." Francisco replies. My heart dropped to my stomach. What else did he hear.

But I knew why she was so bitter. Her ex is the leader of Russian mafia. When Francisco and I finally reached the lobby. We had left the hotel.

We started walking. I stayed quiet. Hoping Francisco wouldn't find it suspicious. But my mind wandered off into another topic. We were in New York.

"There's this amazing ramen noodle restaurant near Times Square. Would you want to try some?" Francisco ask.

"Of course, I'm assuming it's good since you've been here more often than I have." I answer. 

"Well someone's in a good mood today." Francisco compliments. I smile.

Francisco unlocks his car we both enter the car. He once again repeats how he gets into the car before. He turns down the music.

"Don't you love New York?" I ask.

"Not that much anymore. This was the city where my father was killed." Francisco answers.

"If you don't mind, but how?" I ask.

"The Russian mafia found him wandering off with my mom and I. He was one of the main mafia members. My mom and I weren't and I was thirteen when it happened. Just walking down the streets like a normal family. They pulled up shooting my dad. Killing him in front of us." Francisco answers sternly.

"I am so sorry." I reply frowning.

"I want to kill the leader and his whole members. Including his family." Francisco says strongly upset.

Butterflies were poured in my stomach. My heart dropped down to my stomach, once again. My face went pale.

"Anyways, how did you enjoy meeting your mother?" Francisco questions.

"Not as expected, she was not the sweetest person I have ever met." I answer honestly.

"Well, after her husband was killed in a shooting, letting her daughter live with her mother, and joining the mafia becoming the leader. It was not easy." Francisco replies. Little did you know, that was not the whole reason why.

"Just out of curiosity. If you knew anyone who was related to the Russian mafia leader. Even if they don't have any relations to the mafia business. Would you kill them?" I question. It took Francisco a little bit to reply. Either he was thinking or maybe catching on to something.

"Our mafia kill them. It didn't matter. Just they are related to a man who kill many members of our mafia." Francisco spats. I knew this was a secret going to eat me up inside, but if I wanted to stay alive. I had to keep this to myself. "Why do you ask?"

"Just like I said. I bit curious. I wouldn't want to be part of his family." I answer trying to keep myself calm.

Francisco parks the car on the side of the building. He steps out of the car first. I grabbed my stuff and get out of the car.

I follow Francisco into the restaurant. There were stairs that we needed to step up in order to get up to the main floor. An Asian women came up to Francisco.

"Table for two." Francisco tells her.

"Okay, just one moment." She replies holding up one finger. Francisco leans against the wall. The women returns. "Your table is going to the one next to the bar."

I nodded. Francisco puts his phone in his pocket. He takes a seat on the chair in front of me. I sit down on the chair across from him. I still couldn't get it out of my mind that I was the daughter of a Russian mafia.

Francisco opens up the menu. I sat there in confusion unsure of what to order. He looks up at me as I just looked around the restaurant.

"I don't know what order. What is something good?" I ask.

"Order seventeen is really good." Francisco answers.

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Francisco gets into the drivers seat. Opening the door, I get into the passenger seat. Francisco sits on his phone for a second before starting up the car.

I hear the phone ringing. Francisco answers the phone. I didn't see the full name, but it had an 'M' so I'm assuming it was Martinez.

"Hello?" Francisco says.

The car was so quiet so I could hear Martinez's voice.

"Did you she meet Isabeli?" He ask.

"Yes." Francisco answers.

"How was it?" Martinez questions.

"Sage didn't enjoy it because Isabeli wasn't in the best mood." Francisco replies.

"Well, I'll see you tonight." Martinez says before they both said goodbye to each other, they hang up.

"Well what are else are we going to do? You are all dressed up that cancels most of the things we can do.

"That's why Martinez owns an apartment in New York." Francisco says putting the key into the ignition started it up.

Your father is the Russian mafia leader. My father was killed by the Russians. If we found his family, we would kill them.

I didn't feel too good about staying in New Jersey. I could be dead tomorrow or next week or soon. All because I share blood with their rival.