Letters To The Mafia Don

VIII

Third Person

Lance ran his hands through his hair, gripping at the roots trying to figure out a plan on how to get Julian back out on the streets without causing too much suspicion from the Police. "Leo is Xavier back with the files yet? I need to look at them so I can come up with a plan." He urged.

"Lance, chill out." Leo groaned lethargically. "We have plenty of time, fai una pausa." [give it a break.] Leo was leaning back on the couch with an arm covering his eyes in Julians office while Lance was sat behind the desk and looking at documents on the computer and writing notes down.

"Leo I can't give it a break, questo è Julian di cui stiamo parlando, si riposerebbe se fosse nella nostra posizione?" [this is Julian we are talking about, would he rest if he was in our position?] Lance challenged.

"No." Leo grumbled before swinging his legs off of the couch and onto the floor, rubbing his face with his hands. "We have been up for hours and we have come up with nothing."

"That's because Xavier hasn't gotten the files from the Warehouse and because Julian is a pain in my arse and never gave me the code to access the files on his computer."

"But you can access his documents."

"Yes I can, but they are just about who we are associated with and the dirt we have on them if they double cross us. Like the Russians did."

"Don't remind me of the Russian." Leo snarled, rubbing his ribs remembering the beating he got from Julian when found out Leo had been going under cover to find out what they were doing. "I had to break Omertà for this motherfuckers."

"I know, but you were stupid enough to go in alone without talking to me or Julian."

"I had to tell them some things so they would trust me, if they didn't trust me I would have never found out what they were planning to do, but you and Julian were too busy fucking me up not giving me a chance to explain what they were doing. If you had given me a minute none of this would have happened and Julian wouldn't be sitting in a cell."

"Whatever." Lance muttered. "Where the fuck is Xavier? If I have those files I can find out where the evidence is and where the witnesses are."

"Wait so what is your plan?" Leo stood from the couch and made his way over to the desk and looked at the notes Lance had made.

"Destroy the evidence and make those witnesses disappear."

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Charlotte Cole

"I know mum." I whined when she told me that I had to keep on track with the cookies..

"I'm just looking after you sweetheart, I don't want you to have another breakdown when they don't turn out the way you want them too." She nagged on the other end of the line. If she was sat in front of me I just know that she would be pulling her hair out trying to make me understand that I can't leave them in the oven without supervision, the last time I did that I almost burnt down my kitchen, and Margarets too.

"I'm 22 now mum, I know how to cook."

"Tell that to the Christmas dinner you made last year, that chicken was so charred I don't even think I can call it a chicken." She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I laughed.

"Don't forget to buy your nicotine patches, we don't want you smoking again."

"Yes mum, I haven't smoked in three months can you cut me some slack?"

"Of course I can, you're just trying so hard and you're doing so well, I don't want you to fail."