Just Another Mafia Story [Completed!]

Chapter#55 "Be your own hero"

One week later:

Barbara's POV:

This past week was really busy, I had to take care of Katrina 24/7 she was in a really critical condition at first but then due to immense care, her health started to restore again,

I was in my room checking my email and stuff, then it hit me, where is Tina? I stood up and ringed her cell, no answer,

weird thoughts start to arouse in me, OMG I was so caught up in my life that I forgot to keep an eye on Tina,

I was getting a bad feeling about it, I went out, I almost ran to Papi's Office and barged in without knocking, he was puffing a cigar while looking outside the window,

"Papi",

"yes my love", he turned, he is so adorable, FOCUS Barbara, stupid woman,

"I need to know where Tina is, she is not picking up her cell", he smiled,  "she must be busy with Lance, darling, doing what couples do, don't worry",

"Papi there is something I want to tell you about that I have been hiding for a long time from you and everyone else", he stared at me, I visibly gulped, oh Barbara! you are a goner for sure, but it's better to tell than face something horrid in future,

Alberto's POV:

"Yeah yeah Daniel, I know, my flight just got delayed, hold your horses, I told you I will take care of it, so I will", I said impatiently,

this jerk never listens to me, I only tolerate him because we are business partners and plus we are childhood buddies, same school, same neighborhood blah blah,

I am not getting deeper into this shit again, I hate backstories and the thing I hate more than backstories is telling someone about them,

I ain't got time, I got a message from a chick I met last night at El Paso, it is a bar, exotic one indeed, so we had some fun and now she is calling me,

I don't know from where she got my number, I was placing some stuff in my car's trunk when I heard some steps behind me,

I turned, and froze for a mere second, it was a girl with a bruised body, her clothes were half ripped, blood was pouring from her head like a leaked tube, her lip had a cut, she smiled,

"do you have a cigarette?", she asked, she had amazing dark brown eyes, beautiful,

"I have a cigar", she smiled,

"perfect", I handed her the Cigar, she placed it in between her bruised yet plumy lips, I lighted hers, then mine, she puffed it two-three times,

"You um, your head is bleeding doll face", I said to her, while observing her, she touched it then twitched her eye, of course, that was a dumb move,

"can I take you to a hospital or something", I asked politely, I don't do such acts of kindness for everyone that I meet on the street,

this girl here looked like she had a pretty neat story to tell, so I offered to help, I am a jerk I know,

"No, can you drop me at my place?", she asked while scanning my car, "sure where do you live?",

"I live at Yakuza Mansion", really,

"what's your name darling?",

"I am Jacqueline", she offered me her fractured hand, I gently shook it, it was getting all blueish around the corners,

we were in the car, I was driving, she opened the glove compartment and picked out a can of beer, your welcome, she drank it,

"so you always look like this", I asked, she laughed,