Beautiful Lies (Complete)

Chapter 3 - Game On

Sierra's POV

I walk through my apartment door, locking it behind me. I chuck the keys on the counter, take off my leather jacket and hang it over the dining room chair. I walked into the kitchen, turning on the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee. 

"Mija (my daughter), could you please make me a cup of tea?" I heard her voice sound from the lounge area. 

I furrowed my brows, walking out the kitchen and making my way to her. 

"Abuelita? (Granny). What are you doing up this late at night? You are supposed to be asleep already.  Is something wrong? Did you eat dinner?" I walked over to my grandmother, crouching down in front of her with my hand on her knee. 

"Mija, you worry too much. I simply wanted to watch the telenovela (Latin-American soap opera). It started later this evening because of the football match." She cupped my face in her hand. 

I shook my head, rising to my feet to finish up in the kitchen and bring her a cup of tea. Once done, I sat down across from her on the other singular couch. The telenovela was still on and we both sat in silence. I wasn't really paying attention to it. I kept thinking about how my life played out. I have had my grandmother back in my life for a year now. She was my father's mother and he had chucked her in an old age home somewhere in America. He didn't like the influence she had on me. 

When I returned to America, the first thing I did was locate her and look after her. Everything I make goes towards her. She is frail, 88 years of age and I know one day I will be waking up to an empty apartment. I just wanted to make the most of having her with me, now. 

"Mija..." She trailed off. 

That was when I came back from my thoughts noticing a gunfight playing out in the telenovela. I looked over at her. She had a serious and concerned look about her. 

"Mija, your father doesn't know you are taking care of me, does he?" She asked me, already knowing the answer. I shook my head, looking down at my cup of coffee and running my finger around the brim of it. 

"Mija, what has your father instructed you to do in America?" I snapped my head up to look at her astonishingly. "Your father isn't a good man. He took after that bastardo (bastard) husband of mine, may he not rest in peace." She continued, causing me to laugh. This is what I loved about my gran. She was never afraid of telling people exactly what she thinks. 

"Mija, please don't do something you will regret. Don't destroy your life because of your father." She pleaded with me. 

"Abuelita, I am doing this for me. I am doing this for Mamá." I took a sip of my coffee. I didn't want to talk anymore about this. I needed her to drop the topic. The last thing she needs to worry about is her granddaughter attempting an assassination on the Don of the Italian Mafia.

"Mija, your mother would not have wanted this. I will not push you. I can see by your face that you want to end this conversation. What I will say is this, look at things through your eyes. Don't look at it through your father's words. Think about that very carefully, mi niña pequeña." (My baby girl).

I looked at her as she turned back to the television. What does she mean by that? The telenovela ended and she started shuffling, trying to get to the edge of the seat to push herself up. I quickly rose to my feet, placing my cup on the table, before heading to her, linking my arms around hers and helping her stand. I then led her to her bed before cleaning up the dishes. 

I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. My grandmother's words kept replaying in my head. It was then that I decided I wanted to hear from Dominic's mouth why he killed my mother. I wanted to know why he would murder an innocent woman. She had nothing to do with my father's crimes. I know my father is a drug mule. I am not a stupid little girl anymore. So, before I kill him, I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me why he did it.