Mafia Parade

11| Unfolding the truth (Part II)

As much as I wanted to get out of the room, I couldn't. I was scared, he reminded me of Fernando.

After all, both of them are the same.

No, they are not. My subconsciousness countered. If they were alike, Eric would have killed you long ago.

Eric's eyes shot up to my direction, I looked down immediately as I hugged myself and took a few steps back.

I felt how angry he was. His voice was threatening as he commanded whom he was talking to; his eyes reflected the storm going on in the inside.

But what I didn't know is: what kind of relationship do John and he have?

I stood my ground as he ended the call and threw the phone on the disk; his hands raked his hair in a furious manner.

Then he looked up at me and said, his voice still holding a bit of rage in it,

"Come here." He gestured to me to sit in the chair again.

My blue eyes met his grey orbs. He was still angry indeed, but the anger was plastered with a bit of softness.

I walked slowly towards the chair, with our eyes still locked, and then I sat as well as him.

He let out a breath, and clenched his fists, and then he spoke up with an ice-dripping tone.

"Look, from what you've just told me, it means that," he positioned his elbows on each of his thighs, "John, is the one who is helping Fernando having access to all my clubs in Florida, you know what does that mean?" His face was as expressionless as ever. His grey irises held an indescribable ire within them.

And I just nodded.

Oh shit.

"If you mean..." I tried to say something before he gets angrier for being silent, but all the sentences that were formed in my head held no meaning.

Eric raised an eyebrow at me as he saw me struggling to form words, he breathed out and asked again.

"What else do you know about him?"

"John?" I replied questionably.

He nodded and I bit my lip as I tried to think about anything related to him.

"He was married When he was taking care of me," I started talking slowly to catch his attention, "my mom's name was Lena," my lips curled when I thought of her, "She was nothing like him actually, she was so kind and sweet, I don't know how they ended up together."

His eyes widened for a second, "Married? Are you sure? Because he was never seen with one woman regularly." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'm not sure myself, because sometimes one of them would disappear from the house for days or even months, and they even used to sleep at different room." I replied tucking some strands of my hair behind my ear, "Well, I didn't pay much attention to these things when I was a child, 'cuz they used to say it's adult stuff and bla bla bla. You know."

I didn't realize what I'm saying until I heard him chuckle, and he tried to hide it by coughing a few times.

I smiled at how his face softened a bit, but then I washed it off and asked.

"What did John do to you?" I said as quietly as possible, but I only made him clench his jaw.

"Did you forget that I'm the one who asks questions here?" He sated coldly lifting his face up and looking at me.