Scars Left By Memories - Book II

The Mafia Event

Sofia and I enter the building, which revealed a lot of conversations being made. There was a lot of older women and men. No kids were there. No surpriser to me.

The walls were also made of marble. On the floor was black tile, making the building look even more exotic. There was also a little stage and some chairs for, the strippers who work at the club.

Jazz must be doing that tonight, unless she convinced Martinez to not make her do that. Sofia turned to me.

"Want to grab a drink?" Sofia ask.

"Yeah, that would be great." I answer, not really wanting a drink, but I wanted Francisco to come, we walk over to the table with food and beverages scattered everywhere. She grabs a scooper from inside the bowl of a dark liquid substance.

"What's that?" I question.

"Wine." Sofia answers.

"It's okay Sofia, I'll take water." I reply.

"Honey we need to get you out of your comfort zone." Sofia said, pouring wine into another glass.

"The men of the hour have arrived." A man greeted walking towards the door. It was Francisco, Martinez, Tom, and Jo.

"Sofia, where's Rafael-" I wanted to ask her the question. But she was already on her way over to the group of guys. I stood there awkwardly.

I walk away from the table and towards the stairs, which I soon got in the crowd of people. But I reached the stairs. Making my way up there, hoping none of them would see me. Once I reached the second floor.

It was dead silent. Nothing but the muffled music against the floor was hear. Nobody was up here. I walk over to the sofa closet to the window.

It reminded me of a Los Angeles view, which I missed very much. I miss everything about California. I didn't enjoy being apart of this. None of this.

I wasn't a person to the Italians or Russians. I was an item that was in the right place. Only to be stolen by the Russians. Then take back by the Italians.

I miss being free and actually happy for once, that's how I lived in California. But I will not be able to ever enjoy that again, because of this. I have to live the rest of my life, worrying about people who are always after me.

And because of that, I caused the life of Tristan. Halle moved her and she skipped school. Francisco nearly risked his life searching for me. Grandma could be dead for all I know.

Living a carefree life, is a dream. Without any weight on my shoulders or fear that my life my is at stake. Until a couple months when Tristan died, I fell into deep sadness.

Francisco helped me realize this won't effect me for the rest of my life. But I was screamed at and yelled at by him because he found out, I was the daughter of Nikolay.

All of this is my fault. If I would've have just told Tristan or warned him about the Russian's. Told Francisco who I was really related to. Didn't get Halle into this mess. Fought back against Marco. Didn't run out that door. Everything would have been okay.

"Sage? What are you doing up here?" Francisco's voice intervened on my thoughts. I turned to see Francisco walking towards me.

He had on a white dress shirt, with the black pants, and of course, the shoes. I could see his toned chest, barley faded in the shirt. In my head, I shook my head to ignore my complimenting thoughts.

"So are you going to answer my question?" Francisco ask taking a seat on the sofa in front of me.

"I just wanted to clear up my mind. Also it seemed like Sofia wanted to socialize with other people. So I came up here." I answer, nearly being honest. Also lying in the process.

"Clear your mind about?" Francisco ask. I stood there just glancing out the window. Unsure of what to say. "Sage."

"Nothing. But I will be down there in five minutes." I reply. Expecting Francisco to get and up leave, I was wrong. He stayed there. "Aren't you supposed to be leaving?"

"No, I am not leaving without you. I mean, I am not coming down empty handed." Francisco said with a cocky smirk across his face.

"I think you should." I suggested. "Only because they're probably wondering where you are."

"Alright, I will go down if you tell me why you came up here in the first place. It's definitely something more than just clearing up your mind." Francisco ask leaning forwards on the sofa.

"No. It's nothing. Not relevant to you or me or anyone." I answer, not trying to insult him or raise my voice.

"Why not?" Francisco questions, staging humble. Even past my simple responses.

"It's nothing Francisco. Really." I reply. Francisco sits up straight and pushed himself to the edge of the sofa.

"Tell me." Francisco said, his face became cold. I sat there with a frown appearing on my face. "Sage, please. Tell me."

"As I said before, it's nothing to worry about." I reply. Francisco, did not buy it. He just sat there with a cold stare.

"I won't ask again, why were you up here?" Francisco questions. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Why!"

"Fuck Francisco!" I swore, not that I meant to. But fear got the rest of me. He leans back on the sofa.

"I can't. Never can I ever make you happy. You are always mad at me for something. I can never do anything to please you. Fucking Christ!" Francisco yells once more. My nose scrunched up and released a pain through out the tip of my nose. As a signal that I was going to cry soon.

"That's not true Francisco." I reply.

"Then what is?" Francisco ask.

"You do make me happy. All the time. I am not thinking about you in a negative way. I am thinking this is all my fault. Why the Russian's are here, which ended up leading to me being sexually harassed and Tristan's death, and why Halle is stuck here. Because if she leaves. They will find her and do the same thing they did to me." I explain.

"But that's not your fault." Francisco replies, his voice cracks at the end of his response.

"Who's is then?" I ask.

"Your mother. She kept this secret from us this whole time. And mine, I was angry at you and told you to leave. Which is the reason why everything happened." Francisco answers.

"It's not your fault Francisco. My mother and I both kept a secret from everyone. But it's not your fault. It's the regular, normal to make when you hear your girlfriend tell you she's the daughter of the man who took your father's life." I reply. A tear slips down my cheek.

"Fucking hell!" Francisco yells. "I am leaving. You can decide wether you want to spill out your emotions or come down without a word."

Francisco got up from the sofa he was currently sitting on. At first I thought he was going to walk down the steps. But after he passed my sofa. I hear his steps coming closer instead of further.

"I am not leaving. Sage, I told Martinez to set the event earlier. It was supposed to be on December twenty-third. But I wanted to clear your mind and get rid of your worries. So will you just come down with me. Please?" Francisco begged.

"I guess." I simply said.