Unchained Rage (Mafia Story)

CHAPTER FIVE

Roguen's POV

"The cargo ship will deliver the girls at 3am sharp, Stains and Boris, I want you there earlier for pickups, keep it clean I don't want a dirty job" Nicholas ordered. 'Keep it clean I don't want a dirty job' how ironic the job is dirty already smuggling packages is one thing, smuggling girls is another. "Roguen I want you there for observations" he barked an order again in his deep Russian tone. Why the hell am I in a Mafia, I hate being ordered around. I returned his cold stare then swiftly moved to get a glass of water. "I will have a look at the girls and decide on which shall marry into the mafia throne" I choked on the gulp of water and coughed madly. My chest not agreeing to all this burned up "any objection, Rivers?" "No Mr Croix" I answered sternly finally taming my wild cough. "Hibby Gibbies" Boris joked causing everyone to burst out laughing. Yep that's the mafia for ya all serious out there but you never know what happens behind closed doors. Very funny Boris "OK we're done let's meet again in agenda next week" the boss ended today's session. I packed my diary and grabbed my...oh yeah I'm currently phone less almost forgot. "Roguen, don't mess up" Nicholas said then walked out. Ahh, final touches how beautiful. I got In my car and drove off to the subway to meet my phone and well give Calypso her amulet back. I got out of my car and leaned against it whilst looking around like an assassin with my dark shades and black coat on. I spotted her looking around cluelessly she seemed a bit taller now though. I signaled her over with my hand and she finally made her way in a fixed destination and not that Cartesian plane with scattered points, she was like a lost chicken and well her dresscode I'm just going to shut up "Roguen..." What the hell "Kristine." What is she doing here "what are you doing here looking like some mafia guy?" She pierced her gaze steadily scanning my attire. I know it's a lucky guess but that was just too lucky "I-uh-I- that's not the point, what are you doing here looking like a dealer?" I asked diverting her assumptions. She slowly took something out of her- well I mean Calypso's hoodie "looking for the owner of-" "my phone!" I cut her off "no dreamer this belongs to a Russian guy that's who I'm looking for" she slapped my hand off "but it's mine-" "trust me Roguen if it was yours I'd be handing you a scattered version of it" she smirked. How evil you so not like your best friend she's sweeter. "I'm a Rivers" "Gabbie is a Rivers too and she's not Russian besides you just have their accent that's all and it's kinda Hot" she stated. Do I have to be rude scary and brunette to be Russian. "Really Kristine really..." "Sorry pal but those people are devious and well they have curly brown hair" "how about curly black hair?" I negotiated "nope doesn't do it" she shook her head. Fuck I'm done playing nice. I grabbed her wrist tight and pulled her really close to me "you've exceeded my level of pissitivity. Now let's try this one more time. Hand over my phone" I lost it there I became like my...like something I didn't want to be. 'Pissitivity' made that up...made sense. "Ok p-point proven y-you c-can let-go n-now" she stuttered. I let go of her hand and she furiously walked off "oh and Kristine, I was just a random Russian guy" she stared at me coldly then continued off. I guess I get to keep you a little longer I thought to myself as I hung the amulet necklace around my neck and got into my car.

Jaden's POV

When we got to Logan's house Calypso dressed Kristine as herself. Which was weird and well told us she dared Kris to be her for a few hours. Kristine got back and the two had a private discussion then we all caught a movie. There was silence throughout the movie mainly because Calypso fell asleep in Logan's arms and Kristine dazed on my shoulder "I've got to get going" I said picking Kristine up and going to place her in Logan's room. "What happened to 'no one is staying over'?" Logan stated quoting Caly "we'll just have to compromise that" I said calling my driver "and her?" He asked with Caly in his arms "I'll take her, don't do anything to Kristine" "chill bruh" he defended. I took Calypso and walked over to my car.

"Thank you Mr Hoover" I said to the old man, placed Calypso in first then followed and the door was shut. "Ah...Mr Lense Jr is bringing a lady home, charmer just like your father" he smiled endlessly. My cheeks flushed at his assumptions "she is not my girlfriend" "why you see little lad, it all starts here with a gentleman like you and a lady friend like her. Just like me and my dear beloved Francinah " he said his voice dropping "I'm sorry Mr Hoover" I let out. Mrs Hoover died two years ago and Mr Hoover could adjust to that it took him time to but, I understand why, she was sweet and firm at the same time so loving and generous. Calypso had some of those traits in her- what am I saying no, no. "Your parents aren't home for the weekend" he broke the silence. "Just like every weekend" I murmured.

*time skip to morning*

I got into my room which Calypso was sleeping in and opened the curtains. Calypso had the blankets over her head that only her hair showed. I sat down on the right side of my bed looking at my family photo. I felt distanced from my parents they were mostly away from home. I slowly buried my face in my hands and the suddenly was a thump on the floor, must be Caly she was really cramped to the left side of the bed- Calypso! I crawled over to the other side of the bed "ouch!" She whispered massaging her head "are you OK?" I leaned over, she seemed half awake. "Jaden, what are you doing in my room?, I'm fine" she said in monotone then got back in bed covered her head the... Pop! her head shot up throwing her head back and the blankets off "Jaden!" She breathed heavily "where's your shirt?" She panicked. Pointed to her and she lost it noticing she had my shirt on over her underwear. "Please tell me we didn't..." "Calypso-" " oh my Gucci bags, oh no" "listen, we didn't" I assured her "then..." "I had Daisy dress you and I slept in the guest room, so don't worry" she calmed down but then again "my aunt, I'm dead!" She grabbed her clothes "relax its a Saturday" I shouted as she ran to the bathroom "it doesn't matter if it Christmas day!, I'm still dead!" She shouted. Ohk.

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