The Mafia Boy

Chapter 37

Rachel's POV:
I stood still as Victor patted my shoulder slightly affectionately.

"I'm really proud of you," Victor grinned mischievously before transitioning to a cocky smirk, "I knew my children weren't a bunch of cowards."

"Of course not boss," I replied very monotone.

"Very good," Victor pointed towards the exit, "You're dismissed. You know what you have to do. I expect what I asked of you to be done willingly and nothing less."

I felt every hair on my body stand up. I nodded my head, unable to form a sentence.

"Good, good," Victor responded as he turned and walked away.

I let out a deep breath as I turned towards the door, where Ethan was waiting for me. Victor had just spent the last half hour discussing Ethan's future here.

"You ready to go?" Ethan's popped the bubble he had blown with his mint flavored gum.

"Yeah."

Ethan pulled his car keys from his pocket out and twirled them in his finger. We walked out of the safe house and walked to the location he had parked his car. Logan was waiting in the passenger's seat patiently on his phone. He put it back in his pocket once he noticed us walking towards the car.

"It's about time," Logan groaned as Ethan got into the driver's seat and I into the back.

"You complain too much," I commented, mocking him.

"Says you," Logan mumbled under his breath.

I scooted to the edge of my seat and hit him in the hand with a soft slap.

"Ouch! Don't do that!"

Logan turned to look at the back seat.

"Or what? You'll hit me back?" I crossed my arms, feeling very cocky.

Logan rolled his eyes and turned back towards the front.

The smirk on my face stayed in place during the entire car ride home. Once we arrived, Ethan handed me his car keys after unlocking the front door.

"Promise me you're going to take care of my car," Ethan pleaded as he snatched the car keys out of my hand.

"Ethan, I promise you I will take care of your car," I repeated for what felt like the billionth time today.

"If you don't," Ethan began, "I'm taking the money needed to repair the damages out of your college fund."

"I think that's fair," I agreed with the punishment proposed.

"Alright," Ethan said as he handed me the keys, "And be safe. Vegas isn't exactly the safest place in the world."

"I will," I nodded before saying goodbye.

I ran to his car and got into the driver's seat. I began to drive away from the house as I set up my phone with the GPS app opened.

"Turn right on K Ave," the voice in my phone instructed me.

I made a right as I turned the radio up a bit, but low enough to still be able to hear the GPS give directions. The drive was hours long, forcing me to stop at gas stations every other hour to get snacks, use the restroom, and of course get gas. I arrived at my destination at around 11 pm. I drove up to a motel and parked in the first open spot. The giant sign with neon lights that was supposed to read VEGAS MOTEL had missing letters, leaving the sign as EGAS OEL.

I walked into the motel's main lobby. The place looked vacant, with a receptionist sitting at the front desk drinking a cup of coffee and reading a year old magazine.

"Excuse me," I interrupted her reading.

"Hello," she looked up from her magazine and put her cup down, "Welcome."

"I'd like a room please," I smiled.

"Sure thing, let me just check on my computer," the lady answered, her light accent sneaking in through her words.

I waited patiently as she typed away.

"May I ask what your name is?" the lady asked, still typing.

"Rachel," I hesitated.

The receptionist stopped typing and looked at me, her expression not bothering to hide the shock.

"James?"

"Yes..."

"My apologies Ms., I was not told what you would look like," she said as she picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry?"

I gave the lady a confused and horrified expression.

"She's here," the lady spoke into the phone before hanging up immediately.

"I don't understand," I let out.

"Your room is on the second floor. Take the stairs right to your left and once you get to the second floor, make a right. your room is the second to last one," she instructed me as she handed me my room key and pointed to the staircase.

I took the key from her hand and slowly made my way to the stairs. I went in the direction that the lady told me. Once I arrived to the room, I put the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. As soon as I stepped in and turned on the lights, the door behind me slammed shut and a man sat up on the bed.

"Who are you?" I panicked.

The man behind me locked the door and stood there, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was dressed in baggy dark jeans and a leather jacket. His hair was completely gray but his face looked around the age 40, with stitches on his left cheek from a cut that never seemed to heal properly. He must've put in the stitches himself. He was much taller than I was. He let out a deep breath as he looked at the man who was standing up from the bed.

"You're Victor's daughter right?"

I remained speechless.

"I'll take that as a yes," he took a step forward, "Victor didn't tell you about us?" the man furrowed his eyebrows.

He had greasy black hair with gray and white hairs all over. It was combed back with what looked like gel. His eyebrows looked unnaturally black. He looked much older than the man standing behind me, and definitely much shorter. He wore a black button up shirt with the top two buttons undone, and black pants. His eyes were pierced, with what might have been actual diamond earrings.

"No," I stuttered.

"I'm Leo," the man introduced himself, "And that's Sage," he pointed to the man behind me.

"You're here to pick up the drugs Victor bought, right?" Leo asked. 

"Yes," I nodded.

I swallowed hard as Leo turned to Sage.

"Tell Victor that we need an extra week," Sage spoke up.

"I was told that I was supposed to pick them up tomorrow and bring them back right away," I managed to inform them.

"We don't have them in our possession yet, and we don't have anyway of contacting Victor at the moment, so we need you to do it. Just to clear things up," Leo gave me a smile.

"I'm not sure I can do that," I responded.

"Sure you can," Leo's smile grew, "Just call him and tell him we need an extra week."

Sage placed his hand on my right shoulder, making me jump.

"Do it," his voice ordered me.

I tried to control my breathing as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to dial Victor's number. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

"Hello?"