Valentino

9

I stretch letting my muscles contract yesterday's memories re-ran in my mind. Fucking Garth
As I make my way to the kitchen the smell of coffee and bacon roams the air, "Sorry, I'm hungry." Was all he said as I gave him a nod of agreement. No conversation was made as we just ate breakfast and read the newspaper. I waited for him to make the first move but was there to say?
"I can't work for your uncle."
He said after our meals were done. "Don't. Work for me. I have an idea up my sleeve."
He nod with agreement I was going to spill my idea when the my own dogs walk in. "Sir, your mother has been calling the office its an emergency."
I knew what the emergency was "Pack my bags get the jet ready." They nodded as I was going make my way to my room to change, "Garth please feel to free to stay we have important business to tend when I return."
At this point I didn't care if he decides to run with my uncle or stand by my side but I need to be Italy. I knew it was my father.
I rush to leave without telling my uncle anything, I land in Italy the next day.

Rushing to be by my mother's side as my father already taken he's last breath, no goodbyes, he couldn't wait. Growing up with him, he always seemed to rush away from me, to say we were close was not something we were. Our father and son relationship well, there was none.

We didn't have a relationship not that he was a bad man but he did anything to stay away from me, he wasn't much into disciplining me as long I didn't disrespected my mother. As I rush to be by my mother's side as she wore all black with swollen puffy eyes, "Alek." She pled as she trembles in pain in my arms.
Her small body frame disappears in my arms, she let go of all the tears into my expensive shirt, but I didn't care. This is the woman of my life her pain was my own.
Didn't take long to bury the man I called father, I was with her for at least couple weeks, her sadness was over taken my body as I pled to escape this misery.
Getting ready to return to my own hell leaving my mother in her personal hell but my phone couldn't stop ringing, I let a sigh of annoyance.
"This better be good."
It was Henry Collins; King pin of the south. Henry came from a long line of organize crimes all the way down since before world war one.
"I need a favor."
I just lost my father and one of my uncles' business partners was already calling me, "What is it?"
He sighs as a deep mix of southern accent came through the phone.
"The most valuable thing I've ever own will land in Italy in couple hours, I need you to keep it safe."
I roll my eyes and pitch my nose, "Don't you have your own dogs for that?"
"yes, but she refuse to have guards."
"She? You said thing."
This man is possessive, now that I think about it; on he's wedding he was the same way. The wedding was marked best wedding of the year in Florida and everyone who was anyone attended. He's bride was young, sweet looking girl hidden away like a porcelain doll, long black curls with big chocolate eyes. She was captivating in many ways, her beauty only made men awe; which only made Henry possessive of her in many ways; keeping her at distant and heavy guarded. Her eyes were filling with sadness but plastered a fake smile; it was only when she came to view of a baby boy her eyes lit with love. He giggle into her arms as her world lit up, I look at her as she was in environment. She was completely too beautiful and too pure for the likes of Henry. Henry was a lot like my uncle, lived with woman on their laps in coke up their nose, he gave no respect to woman or any another creature.
"What do I get out of it, old man?"

He hated that I called him old, he was and I often wonder how a man like him can even get someone as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
"You know that deal that your uncle wants? I'll drop twenty percent."
"Fine."
Not that I care about the smuggling of more cocaine but my uncle lost the Columbians to the Puerto Ricans and knew that Henry only dealt with Mexico since It was easier to use shipment boats.
"When does your thing arrive?"
I say with sarcastic tone of the usage of his words.
"I will send you a picture; she should land with in the next hour or so."
I hang up, I didn't want to leave my mother but this was a job and I needed the space. I went see my mother as she lay down taking a mid-day nap laying a kiss on her forehead, she lets go of a soft sob, and I leave her a note.
I walk towards the hotel instead of driving as I needed to take this time to think.
My mind gets interrupted with a picture that pops up on my phone it was her.
Henrys doll, he capture from a far as she smile staring at the distance looking at something or someone. She is beautiful, with biggest warmest smile I've ever seen, I still wonder how a man like him can even be married to a woman like her. Was she a gold digger, an opportunistic woman only chasing the money train?
But as I Google her she was Miami Queen of Porn, ironically weird from someone like Henry to even share her with the world. But she wasn't on any shows or movies but she was just an owner of her own franchise of toys, movies, web caming.
And there she was from a distance struggling with her luggage walking up hill, most woman would given up and drop to the floor but not her, she smile they whole way up hill.
Until two thugs place a gun into her face, I waited to see what she was going to do. I knew these thugs weren't going to shot but wanted to scare her to give up her bags, but what happened next was truly amazing to see.
They threat her with death and she let go of a laugh with the comeback , "No, but I think you do" She let out a cocky smirk I wonder if she knew who Henry was or she was just as bold as him?
When they threat her with death it was clue to for me to move forward, she stop to look at me and her eyes became heavy and dilated at my presence. Her left eyebrow moved up as I came closer. One of the men called my name, 'Valentinto' they both shook and tremble making a run for it.
She mouths my name moving her full plum lips for the first time I wanted her to scream my name. My dick twitch in her presence, "Come, I'll help you to your hotel and those men will never bother you again."
I grab her bags from her arms and introduce myself. She stutters as she's trying to introduce herself but I know she wants to lie about her name but I know who she is "Grace 'Muneca' Collins.'
She asks how I know her but she don't know me but I know everyone but I didn't want to tell her I was here per Henrys' request. I demand her to have dinner with me but nothing came out of her mouth just her eyes flicker a little fire, making me smirk in the inside. I can tell she was feisty but curiosity was getting the best of me I wanted to know her. But I had just vow to never let a woman flood my mind but dam curiosity got the best of me. As we make to the hotel the host comes running "Ms. Collins,"
Scared like, I would be too if Henry was her husband and I was her guard.
She calms herself down as she greets her; I was upset as I yelled at the hostess, "Why did she?" I wanted to put a bullet between her eyes but the feminine touch on my shoulder made me turn to face the doll. Her eyes pled to calm down she speaks about wanting no special treatment. I let go of a smirk, "But we both know you're not the normal tourist, someone in your shoes must be guard at all times due to the title of yours."
She gives a side way look lets go of small smile, "Title? Porn Queen? Isn't much of a title?" I don't think she knows who or what Henry is. I walk into her room, leaving her bag,
"Be ready at 8."