The Real You (BWWM)

22: Joining them

August 29th, 2015 

I sit there, bag still over my head and my hands tied behind me. Someone finally removes the bag and the bright sun blinds my eyes. I close my eyes for a second and open to see a well groomed Latino man sitting across from me. They positioned me at a table with bountiful of food. The smells are intoxicating and my body hungers for food. I don't have enough money to feed Kyra and I making sure she eats at least once a day. I look at my surroundings. Emotionless muscular men guard the doors of the mansion. Paintings and modern sculptures. The room is filled with natural light from the large windows. I glare at the groomed man while his face expresses a welcoming smile. I finally break the silence. "Who the hell are you people?" He pressed his fingers together and crossed his feet to announce his dominance. 

"The real question is...who are you?" I try to figure out who they are. They can't be the police because of the guards. But he doesn't seem like a pimp. He clears his throat and begins speaking. "You're with Charlie Gold aren't you?" 

"Used to be. Until he screwed me over." He lets out a smooth and nonchalant laugh. 

"He seems to do that a lot. But we know what you did to Xander." I roll my eyes. The thought of them killing enters my mind, but the fear is nonexistent. 

"What are you going to do, kill me?" 

"On the contrary my friend. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." The guard lets my hands loose at his words. The man gestures to the food in front of us. "Please, enjoy some food the chef has prepared." I look at him skeptical for a moment but ingest the food quickly. "Look, we know what you're capable of. Killing Xander, Killing your family and going after Charlie for blood is a sign of a natural killer." 

"I'm not a killer." I say, interrupting him. 

"Actions speak louder than words,Ava." I look up from the food  and glare at him. 

"What do you want from me?" He gestures a guard with a file to bring it to me. 

"We want the same thing; to see Charlie and the Catrov mafia to fall. And when I heard about you and your situation, I just knew that I had to meet you personally and ask you to join me." The thought is tempting. Being part of a mafia will keep me out of sight of the police. And they could help me get more information on the Castrov mafia and Charlie. But I don't know if I can trust them yet. 

"What do you need me to do?" 

"I assume you are already working on Sasha Newton. But I need you to take care of someone else. His name is John Willens and I need you to find out where he's hiding the cocaine. But of course, I will have my men with you, but you will be calling the shots. Just as long as you get this job done." At this point, I only have one question. 

"When do we get started?"

"Alright, so at 11:15 I will knock on his door and ask for a phone. You wait 20 minutes until you barge into the house. You shoot at my go. Got it?" The men surrounding the table nod their heads and walks off, getting ready for the hit. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. I can't believe I'm doing this. 

"Ava!" Kyra runs up to men and hugs me. 

"Hey kiddo, are you having fun?" 

"Tons of it!" Fernando (the leader of the mafia) walks in, chuckling at Kyra's excitement. 

"Thanks again for letting us stay here Fernando." 

"Of course. And like I said, a enemy of my enemy is my friend. You are free to stay as long as you need." I checked my watch and see its almost time for the plan.