Mafia's Art.

Part 11: The humbleness of truth.

Caleb:

Seriously, why should I turn so soft when I'm around her. And her prayer that's something new, that set my whole body on fire. A fire, that makes me so mellow, that makes me realize how there is truly angels in human form. I never imagine I would meet someone like her. She is truly different. 

But I don't think I would actually have her -save her- and be what she deserves. All that I can / will do is to be honest and from there she should figure out what is her next move. Because this... this whatever it is, it is not me and I think my guys is noticing it. Just when I try to be honest... be all soft and stuff. My phone rang and it probably my best friend - "Jery". He is opposite from what I am. He is talkative and pretty much the guy to hang out with when you need fun. I meet since childhood time -he was the one who become my first friend up until now and we ruled things, change things and today I am known as the billionaire on the covers of magazines and the most scariest mafia and most people doesn't even know existence of this evilness. 

And this lady doesn't even know what kind of stuff she is drag into. And it is truly sad to see it. 

"can I call you back? ti posso richiamare?

Putting the phone down before he could talk further, because I know the why's. Look back at her and seeing how interesting and disturb she seem. Is it the right time to just be honest and tell her my plan of just leaving her at train station or something. 

"Okay, look here" I know you think I am the bad guy - which is not lies but the truth. I am billionaire and built from nothing to billion and with my business degree and degree in psychology. I didn't expect you to be Andrews kid - I though he would've been single. But I guess he left the business but did not do it right, because the second largest mafia found him before I could and he own me a lot of money but the day I saw you and ... the thing is I didn't kill your father, he was killed by someone else and not me". 

Looking over at her she seems sad and confuse. It seems like she wants to ask questions but just lay back on her seat and breath out and releasing the stiffness of bones. While her lips is shivering. And open up her mouth again but closed it again. 

"Look here, I don't know what you want to say but I will just leave you and then you can find a way self". 

She still didn't say a word - she just sit back. And said, a small 'yes'. A whisper. She is not problem. At least, I told her. 

Stopping at Colorado park car rental service place. And just gave her a few couple of dollars. And did a small explanations. She just looked and walked away. She turn back around and bow her head saying thank you. What nonsense this is, I have no idea.But it shakes my heart I feel like a pushover... While she turning around and making small steps to the front desk. 

I turn around and blow out my breath. This is a lot of work more then killing someone. 

Getting into car driving away was not easy. But I need to get some things done yet. Like getting my shit together. Then actually think this mess in a right way in way that will benefit us both- getting into one of the  five star apartment. While, making my way through the VIP hallways my heart felt it. I felt it for that girl. 

Shaking it off and walking off until I got to the elevator. And reaching my destination - the last stop. Getting off, seems weird. Why is this girl hunting me. Why? Making my t-shirt button loss and loosen up the tie. Rolling up my sleeves. While, making a phone call to my friend. 

"Whats app, ma" JERRY, HOW ANY THINGS SHOULD I SAY NOT "whats app, ma". G, whatever I don't have time for you. I need  you to do some research for me on what happen tonight and who cause this chaotic situation and who this girl is, I will send the details via email". 

"Cool, bra, c you tomorrow". 

Hanging up on him and walking to my Kitchen was so heavy. "Fuck, this"! I'm just go pick her up. Running out of my penthouse to the elevator and rushing to my car while the wind blows and rain start to drop. 

Reaching car rental service. There she was. Wet and just... just standing there. F*CK!

That nonsense penetrate my heart. It did it, this did it. Climbing out, setting steps forwards feels like ages. 

"Why are standing in the rain?" Didn't Andrew teach you that you can get sick when standing in the rain? Just standing in the rain, we look at each other. Staring each other, everything seems okay, seems in place. 

While the smirk sit on my face and the rain wash us. Does this feel amazing like heaven. She's heaven. And if this art then I want to be part of this miracle.