Valentino

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Days have come and gone as seasons have passed.
And no matter how hard I have worked nothing has kept me busy enough to be keep me remotely distracted .
On the positive note my life had once again change.
But this time there wasn't a doubt or years later that I would have find news that I'm a father.
No, this was different a woman with scattered past not a woman with destin life.
Gia was not Muñeca, but yet in same time they were both a lot alike
But by the grace of god I wasn't going let this child live a life of the uncertainty or with the unknown.
I vow to change now before I lose other child.

I was in my hands and knees scraping the carpet off while pleading to god for mercy
while my muscles twitch with intensity. 
I knew this wasn't a typical prayer but this was the only time I felt like he heard me the most.
Sweat drench faster off my face hiding my tears. There's was nothing I can do to change the feeling of unworthiness.
I knew I didn't deserve happiness any happily ever after.
I mean what man does ?
What man who has taken lives by his own hands deserves an piece of heaven.
Maybe Muñeca was right to have me out our daughters life.
Even with my father selling all of Valentino's enterprise La Muñeca was one not to bid.
But the moment I saw my daughter was the moment I knew I needed to change.
Grunting escape from my mouth even more just thinking about seeing my daughter weeks back.

I had just walked out my fathers building as sounds of noises of New York begin were block out with roaring sound of speed bikes.
The loud sounds made everyone stop their tracks as six black KAWASAKI NINJA motorcycles with red and pink under lightings appeared. In between the motorbikes appeared a typical drug dealer suv a Mercedes Benz G-Class.
I mentally rolled my eyes knowing exactly the rain of parade she was causing.
The ultimate mask.
Where ever there was a shit show I knew she was near by calculating with headphones. The woman with black leather dress and big tattoo in back was a fake, the tattoo was a mark of the Muñeca. She wasn't called the Mexican doll for nothing, it wasn't just about her expressionless face but also because she had her own clone dolls to do her dirty deeds.
You never knew who she was or where she was or even if the person you spoke to is really her.
These dolls went under Cosmetic surgeries to look like her and to live a life that she would be custom of living. Girls came in with promise of her glamours lifestyles but it came price tag. Sometimes death.
At time Girls drop like flies, I often wonder if I woman I had fucked six ways until Sunday was even real her the Muñeca but she was.
Because I got her before she became the myth, the legend of the Doll of death. Sometimes the queen of death or devil depending where or who told the the story.
But to me she was woman I loved and created A Valentino.
As the woman fiercely took the steps up to my fathers building I look around. There she was next block over pulling up in a yellow broken down Volkswagen Beetle as smoke puffed out of the Exhaust pipe.
Just like I predicted she was close, there she was a beautiful Mexicana. She open the door as she park the bug in front of Ice cream parlor. Her upper body started to exit the car and out popped out her auburn brown curvy hair sun rays made it appear like fire waves. Her arm extended out as child-made noodles colorful bracelets filled her wrists.
She felt eyes staring at her as she turn looking around at everything expect me .
Her beautiful smile took back to day when she ran out to rain with her gown.
At that moment I understood why men were drawn to her , she had a bright spirit. A shining spirit like a bright light that burns you when you touch.

She wore a white crop-top shower showing off her muscular six pack abs but stood out were the tattoo of guns on V section of her abs. I wonder if it was metaphor for, "my pussy kills or I do."
She ran in front of her buggy as her earthy brown hobo long skirt moved with the air.
She looked completely out of place but in same time perfectly in place like beautiful picture.
She open the door of passenger side when she pop right right out.
My daughter.
She had her mothers same long curving hair but color was different, Pitch black almost appearing blue.
She laughed as her mom turn to picked her swirling  her in circles. The corner edges of her smile were slighter higher as two dimples appeared on both side of her cheeks a smile that mimicked my mother's.
But her soft edges face and pale skin came from Muñeca but the those eyes. Those eyes were bright and haunting, they stood out like I have never seen before.
As Muñeca spinned her circles the sun hit her eyes makes them shine like headlights. A daunting reminder of who she was and destin to be.
A product of two rivals gangs from two different countries coming together as one.
Her eyes remind of what world global mix of blues and greens. She had whole world in palms and hopefully she'll never know.
They both skip inside as my legs now started to move.
I wanted and need my daughter in my life, I need to correct my errors.
As soon I realize I need her in my life my legs move faster across the street.
My expensive shoes let go of loud tapping sounds the faster I ran. Just as I going to open the parlor door two men appeared out of no where and block my entrance.
"It's close."
One said
I peaked between them noticing my princes eating away her cone as the viper eyes now stared back at me. There it was the look of death, her eyes change from soft brown into
One filled color eye, the dilated eye show if her pupils going up and down in with slight shining gloss in between the middle, giving the look of viper.
A look made an person stand in the place like Medusa powers.
She blink once again and turn back to normal within seconds.
She whisper in my daughter ears as she look directly at me.
There were her own Deathly eyes that mimicked her mothers that filled my body with goosebumps.
She blink once again as they both stood up walked towards the back.
Everything seem slow motion but yet it all happened within seconds.
I turned around started walking other directions as I said "oh yea, Ill try in later time."
Not wanting them to know who I really was, I quickly looked down.
Losing the slight of them but my body knew these street and back alleys .
Normally walk away trying not to give my self the attention, but in my mind I wanted to run but eyes on my back told me other wise.
Once I made close enough to turn to alley I saw them getting closer and closer to street that lead to Central Park.
They turn right as I ran the fastest my body can take me when I finally spot them.
My heart felt has it was going to exploded As my arm extend out to touch Muñeca shoulder making her turn.
But it wasn't her that face me.
I look down to see a little girls hand she was holding and it wasn't Mia.
I quickly turn to face several women dress alike and little girl dress in sunflower sun dress.
She had every corner cover, no one could find her even if you tired.
It was worse than a finding Waldo picture .
Because at least you knew Waldo was in The picture not like Muñeca. She was never there but people thought was her.

Once again I was found myself questioning my life choices.
Just I finishing pulling the last piece of carpet I Stand up to look at the original flooring. Dark cherry wood cover up the floor in this villa in Italy.
The original flooring is magical, why cover up what doesn't need to be cover ?
I let go chuckle "touché floor touché."

It was time for me beg forgiveness and stop covering up what can not be change.
If Gia didn't want me in her life then I was change to be in my daughters life.
Her scattered past isn't even bad as mine, she was mess just like me . I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

And in two days the world I know will change.