IGNAZIO'S POV
"Come in." I say.
The door opens revealing Damien, my second in command and my best friend.
"Here's the file you asked for. It contains all the statistics of our hotels from 2015 till date." he places the black folder on my desk and plops down in the chair opposite to mine while I keep my focus solely on the papers scattered in front of me.
Five minutes have passed and I can tell this dumbass has something to say from the way he's tapping his foot impatiently on my wooden floor.
"What?" I finally snap.
His face lights up like a Christmas tree and a smirk tugs at the end of lips.
"Tomorrow's Saturday." he states the obvious.
I raise a brow signalling him to continue.
"It's been ages since we went out together. You, me, Acacia and Adrin." he says suggestively and I know where this is going.
"Damien, I ain't going to any club for fuck's sake. I'm tired of going to the same place over and over. Give it a break." I huff and lean back in my chair, massaging my temples.
"Exactly. This is why we're not going there." he grins.
"Where are we going then?" I ask bored of this conversation already.
"We're going to an archery club. Scratch that, we're going to THE Archery Club. The best and only." he winks.
"For Acacia?" I ask.
"And with Acacia." he replies shuddering.
I nod and agree. She needs to learn. It's high time.
Acacia is my sister and she loves shooting arrows. The only problem is she's fucking miserable at it.
I remember once during practice, she accidentally shot one of my men who was teaching her.
He's dead.
I really hope tomorrow's not a disaster for us.
As soon as the clock strikes 6, I get up gathering my belongings and leave the office.
On my way back to the house, I stop at the traffic light and see a park on my left hand.
Even from here, you can hear the kids screaming, laughing and giggling while playing.
I remember mom and dad use to bring me and Acacia to this park when we were little.
One particular boy with green eyes and blonde hair, probably two years old, catches my eye. He's playing with a ball and a woman is chasing after him.
I can't see her face because her back is turned towards me. Unknowingly, a small smile dances on my lips looking at the both of them. She must be his mother.
I tilt my head to the side trying to catch a glimpse of the woman and it seems like my wish was granted because at that exact moment she turns around.
My gaze averts suddenly when I hear the violent honking of the car behind me.
The light has turned green. I pull the gear and hit the accelerator.
For some reason, I wanted to see that woman's face.
Shaking off the thoughts, I take a right and the mansion comes in my view.
The guards open the gates and I pull in the driveway.
Turning the engine off, I get out slamming the car door shut and jog towards the front door.
The house is eerily quiet which means mom is in the kitchen and dad is probably working in his office trying to avoid the pungent smell of mom's horrendous cooking.
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