CHAPTER SIXTY NINECATALINAFrom the look he had in his eyes I could tell how scared he was, he definitely doesn’t want to go to jail. The holding area they are keeping him now is already fucking with his mind this bad now imagine what jail will do to him. I have to make sure he gets out no matter what, no matter who I have to threaten, who I have to pay, he has to get out.A part of me feels that he does deserve to be in there though, I mean my father is not a good man. To be very honest none of us are but then him, he is worse by far. It takes a certain level of ruthlessness to lead a mafia and he has all of that in abundance. I remember when he officially started my training when I was just ten, it was brutal.My mind flashes back to those mornings when he woke me up at the crack of dawn each day with that stern voice of his piercing through the walls of the mansion. He induced in me a daily regimen of grueling physical exercises, martial arts training, and weapons practice. He tra
CHAPTER SEVENTYSCOT“Hello Mr. Vega.” I say, addressing the man seated in front of me as I walk into the room.He has his eyes locked on me in a steely gaze, I can sense the murderous intent through them as they trail me, walk up and take my seat in front of him. I place the file that I just walked in with carefully on the table.This is the first time I am interacting with this man since the cops made the arrest. We were extremely lucky to even get our hands on him, if Robert had kept his mouth shut longer for just a few hours we would have missed him completely as he was set to travel back to Italy some minutes before he was picked.Taking a good look at the man sitting in front of me now I can instantly tell by his demeanor that we have the right man. Quite like Robert, he exudes an aura of power and authority that commands respect and fear in equal measure but his is way stronger than Roberts as I can feel it even now that we are both locked in this room together in a station. De
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONECATALINAThe phone is glued to my hands as my eyes peruse each and every word in the four word sentence he had just sent. This was definitely the last thing I was expecting to see when I picked up the phone and I was just thinking about him. Did he feel it? That’s nonsense, there is no such thing as that.My mind wanders trying to figure out what it is he could possibly want to talk to me about, could he have had a rethink about what I offered him and perhaps come to his senses? Is he going to agree to help me get my father out? These are some of the questions running through my head as my eyes are still glued to my screen.Or could this be a trap? Does he want to capture me? He can’t have anything against me and he won’t be so stupid as to try and kidnap me so the pictures do not get out. He should know that won’t work, Carlos knows to release the pictures if anything happens to me. I have played out every single scenario in my head and I still can’t figure out th
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWOSCOTMy eyes are fixed on her as I watch her move so elegantly and take the seat on the couch. She looks totally in disbelief over all that I have heard and I can’t even blame her for it. How are you going to believe someone who you call an enemy telling you that your own father is ordering a hit on you? It is not so feasible and that’s why I have to do this. I have to prove it to her.Why do I even feel the need to do this? For some reason I feel this deep desire to protect her and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s my cop instinct kicking in but at the same time maybe it is something else. I guess I will just have to wait and find out but this is something I have to do.If she sees it herself then maybe she will be more open to me and I will be able to get her to turn on her father. If I am able to get her on my side I can only imagine the type of information she has in her mind. She must know things that can bring down the whole mafia, imagine such a weapon on the
CHAPTER SEVENTY THREECATALINAThe sound of beating grows louder and louder in the room as I watch it spinning. I look around trying to pinpoint exactly where the sound is coming from until finally I figure it out. It is me. The sound is the frantic beating of my heart as I can not seem to accept what I had just watched. Each beat reverberating through me, a thunderous crescendo of pain that threatened to drown out the world around me.This is the last thing I was expecting to see when I walked into this room. Carlos? Betray me? The one person I have trusted the most in this world turns out to be a spy for my father right under my nose and now he is hunting me under orders. The orders of my own father.I slump down on the chair with my hands on my face trying to keep all the thoughts that are in my head from spilling out because I feel if I do not hold it all in I might just come undone.My own father now wishes to kill me even though I have been busting my ass to get him out of jail
CHAPTER SEVENTY FOURSCOTI can feel the heat pulsating through her body as she stands in front of the screen watching everything that goes on in the room. From the look she has on her face I can tell that she meant every single word that she had said to Carlos right before she dropped the call. The only other person I had ever seen with that look of determination on his face was Nickolas, the both of them have similar characteristics. As she stands there watching the men evacuate the room one by one, I can see her boring a hole with her eyes through the man she called Carlos. From her reaction I can tell that his betrayal had hurt the most out of all of them in there.Her emotions must be all over the place right now, I can’t even begin to start imagining what must be going on through her mind right now. There is one thing I am certain of though, she wants to fight. It must be engraved in her DNA, I can tell from the one reaction I had with her father. If she is indeed his daughter s
CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVECATALINA“What do you mean by no?” He says.“You heard me, I said no.” I repeat again as I stand there rooted to the spot. I have been lost in thought for a while now trying to figure out what next to do. It feels like I have been fighting a battle in my head as I can feel the thoughts in my head seemingly caving in threatening to collapse all around me. A battle between my pride, my emotions, my way of life and what would undoubtedly be common sense in this instance. “No, I will not run away from this. I will stand and I will fight because that is how I have been trained. It doesn’t matter who the opponent is, this is what I have to do.” The words coming out of my mouth do not make sense to even me but then again I know that I am taken control of by my emotions that seem to be swaying all over the place like a piece of paper stuck in the middle of a hurricane. Similar to the piece of paper, I know that I will be torn to bits if I do not get myself together rig
CHAPTER SEVENTY SIXSCOTShe hasn’t uttered a word ever since we got into the car, ever since I told her about the news concerning her father. I steal a glance at her as she looks out of the window completely lost in thought, I can not even begin to imagine the thoughts that must be going through her head right now. Her father’s escape can only mean one thing for her right now and that is death. I have seen the horrid things the mafia does to people that they consider traitors and from the look of things, Javier is as ruthless as they come, I do not think her being his daughter will change anything If at all it might just make things worse for her.The look on her face the moment I told her had shown me everything I needed to know about Javier as a father, the fear that had enveloped her face at that very moment was one I had only seen on children that had lived in homes where they had been abused. She might have grown to see it as a normal thing but there is nothing normal about a fa