Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 41

IT'S SPOOKY SEASON!!! 👻👻👻
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Grace

Stillness covered the room like a thick blanket as the breaths of everyone slowed and their ears became erect, ready to listen to what my heinous brother had to say about our latest so called "ally", Javier Colón.

"Start talking, Anthony. Now!" I demand, wanting to know everything he knew even if I didn't know what he was saying is true or not.

Anthony let's out a sigh before looking directly at me as I sat on the cold, stained concrete floor in this torture-room-of-a-basement. "Hermana," he says, barely above a whisper. "Would you even believe what I have to say about grandfather's death or is this just a means to an end? Do you intend to listen to me only to disregard everything I said and have them keep me locked down here to rot?!"

I move from my sitting position into a standing one. I then walk over to my older brother and give him a slap across his face. You could hear the clap of skin against skin echo throughout the silent, foul smelling room.

"That's enough!" I hiss, with distaste coating my tongue. "When I ask you to tell me something, it  does not matter if I choose to believe it or not. You know why?" I ask him, and his eyes refuse to meet mine again. "It's because, whether I come to except it or not, we are family." I see his eyebrows move up a little on his face out of shock. "And while I most likely will never forget, nor forgive you for what you have done, you have information in regards to our family. I intend to recover that information no matter what I have to do or who relays it to me, but believe me I will find out."

The roomed remained silent until I heard a small remark, barely above a whisper, from behind me. "I'm not trying to take away anything from this moment, but is anyone else seriously turned on right now?"

Smack!

"Ow!"

"Shut up you idiot."

"One more word out of you and I'll have you switch places with Antonio."

"....duly noted. Sorry, boss. She's your lady."

I heard small murmur after that comment, and it sounded like Alessio had said something along the lines of 'damn right'.

A small closed mouth grin plays on my face. I take a step back to recompose myself while Anthony gathers his courage to look me in the eyes again. I always used to struggle with eye contact as a kid, but my grandfather helped me get through that. 'Don't look away from your target, Gracie,' he used to tell me. 'If you look away, you have already lost the fight. Show them who's the real boss by not being afraid. I love you, my darling. Never forget that.'

I will never forget those words....they were the last ones my grandfather uttered to me the day before I turned eighteen. The day before his "accident". The day before I put up my walls to never be afraid again. The day before my whole life changed. Now look at where I am....What I've done....Who I've met....

I get a sickening feeling in my stomach like I wanted to be anywhere but here in this shit smelling room. I place a hand on my abdomen and take a deep breath as I push the feeling down when Anthony starts to speak.

Anthony lets out a troubled sigh, "Where to begin?" He asks himself. "I suppose I should start on the day before abuelo's accident."

"Wait," I cut him off, "why would you start on that day? I thought you didn't know anything about grandfather's death until later in the day on my birthday."

Anthony went silent before shaking his head. "No, Grace. Grandfather called me at midnight, the day of your birthday, and asked me to do him a favor. I thought he was crazy and wasn't being serious because he was old and it was late at night but...."