Diego's POV
I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter at the information brought to me. Whoever the person is, she does have a lot of guts to require my presence. Curiosity gnawed at me as I wanted to meet with this peculiar person and hear what she had to say. Andrew Hermes has cost me a lot of money. One thing everyone knows is not to play around with my money. I would use whatever means I can muster to get it back.
“You don't have to meet with her, boss. We can handle it.” My right-hand man, Aiden said.
I shrugged, inhaling deeply from my vape pen and puffing smoke into the air, “no, it's been a while I got to be amused. All you guys do is bring me headaches. I want something refreshing. I hope you remembered to tell her it's by ten?”
“Yes, boss. It's past nine now, I am sure she would be here soon, she sounded desperate to get your attention.”
A mischievous grin plastered my face. “and I will give it all to her.”
“Alright, boss. Please excuse me.” He said leaving.
Just when I thought I would have the next few minutes to myself, the door yanked open violently. I don't need to ask who it is.
“Isn't it too early to burn down your lungs, Diego?” My paternal grandmother, Isabella, bickered from the door.
I rubbed at my aching forehead. “Granny isn't it too early for you to judge me? I thought you had some sort of spa session.”
Kissing her teeth, she pulled out a chair to sit in. To avoid her most times when I am home, I take solace in the study, hoping she would take it as a cue that I am very busy. But as always, Isabella Sanchez would never take ignoring her lightly.
“Why didn't you come to greet me this morning?” She asked, raising a stern brow.
“I woke up about a few minutes ago.”
“I hate it when you lie to my face. I wouldn't need your greeting if only you had a wife and child in the house. They would keep my company and give me more regard than you do.”
I let out an exasperated huff. “what has starting a family got to do with not coming to your room?”
She sighed, “Diego, you know I am not trying to spite you. I know you hate to hear it, but I lost your parents too early. I have always wanted a big family, but I lost the first chance to death. Also, there is no fun in being lonely, you require people to be around you. Most importantly, I require a grandchild.”
My grandmother is obsessed with me settling with someone. I do know its tough having to live in a mansion all alone. I am hardly around to keep her company, since all we do is argue back and forth. Furthermore, I have suggested we adopt severally, but she wouldn't even hear of it.
“I told you, grandma. I would rather not get tied down by any of these loose women. All they want is my money, none of them would love me. And I can't afford to father another persons' child in a bid to satisfy your desires.”
“Don't you have a girlfriend, then? Even if you won't get married, at least birth a child. You never know what life would do to you.”
“Do you wish for me to be dead?”
She snorted, “it's not like the job you do is any safe. I am just trying to be proactive.”
A fake gasp escaped my lips as I placed a hand on my chest. “How can you say that to my face?”
“Quit being a nuisance, Diego. I want a family from you, please. Unless you are impotent.”
“What the actual fuck, grandma? Why would you even think that?”
Standing up with an unremorseful glare, “then prove it. If you don't do as expected, I am really going to leave and never come back. Breakfast is ready.”
Laughing lightly, “I love you, grandma. You have nowhere to go. Your place is right here with me.” I yelled after her. I could have sworn she gave me the middle finger before shutting the door.
I am beginning to rub off on her real good. Checking my time again, it's about five minutes to ten. A rasp knock came from behind the door. Before the doorknob for turned.
Aiden walked in briskly. “The lady is here, boss.”
“Let her in.”
She came in a few seconds later, looking around the space with a bit of relief on her face. She probably thinks the room would end up being a slaughterhouse. I have heard plenty of rumors about me on the streets of Atlanta. Some true but most of them untrue. However, only a fool would be bold enough to not fear me.
“Good morning, sir.” Her voice sounded like an F key on the piano.
“Welcome, miss.....”
“Kamara. Kamara Hermes.”
“Alright, Miss Kamara. What do you want me to do for you?” I asked, motioning for her to take a seat.
I usually don't accommodate any business discussion in my house, but I felt too lazy to head to the casino this morning. I would have declined, but her request got me excited. Seeing her face now, I don't think it was such a bad idea. It's worthy enough looking. Her hands were shaking as she brought out a printed paper from a large brown envelope.
“I know you are a very busy man, sir. Which is why I would like to get this done quickly.” She said too quickly, like she threw in some really hot piece of pancake. “my father Andrew Hermes owes you, from what I heard, One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I would have loved to ask how he got to owe you so much, but it would naturally be a waste of time. So.....”
I was beginning to lose patience with her long words. “get to the point, young lady.”
She swallowed hard, and I could see her gullet moving with discomfort. “Actually, I asked a lawyer friend of mine to write out an agreement contract. You taking our house away from us won't be of good use to you, the house is old and….”
“You don't tell me what I would do with my property.”
“Technically, and legally, it's not yours yet. I promise to pay your money back, sir. But it would be in installments. Please, you can't take away our home. There is no way we would be able to garner such a huge amount of money in a week, not even a year from now. Please. My father is on the sick bed currently and I….”
“I am not interested in listening to your sob story.” I cut her short again. “What exactly am I sitting here for? I have other places to be.”
Clearing her throat, she sat up. “I want you to please agree to the money being paid in installments. I would ensure to pay $2000 every month.” She raised the paper to my face. “I would sign on this to seal the agreement and I promise not to miss your payment. Please.”
A scornful laugh rumbled from the depth of my belly. “are you kidding me right now? So you want to pay me back probably four years for money that was exhausted in two nights? Have you lost your mind?”
“Please sir, taking away our home won't be the right thing to do.”
“Do I look like I care about doing the right thing?”
Tears laced her eyes, “please, sir? Don't do this to us, we don't have anywhere to go to. My family and I would end up homeless if you take our house away from us. Okay, how about this, we would rent out the top space in the house and all the payment will go to you. Whatever remains, I would pay in installments. Please.”
“Lady, I don't give a damn whatever it is you intend to do. If I don't get my money by the end of this week, consider yourself homeless. You can lodge by the beach for all I care. Leave this minute.”
She clasped her hands tightly. “please, I am begging you. Don't do this, please. I would do whatever it is you want me to. Just don't take our only space from us.”
“Don't make me lose my temper. Get the fuck out of my home before I actually lose it. Leave!” I yelled at her.
Like a loose puppy she scampered out of the study, almost falling flat on her face.
Kamara's POV“He is just as the rumors had said. Heartless and inconsiderate. I wish I had a knife. I would have pierced that cold heart of his to shreds.” I whined, pacing the room back and forth. Chantelle sighed tiredly, “you should take a seat at least. Since you returned, you haven't settled. Sit down and let's discuss this. I don't even know who it is you are angry at.” Listening to her advice, I slumped into the couch, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes again. I didn't know things would go this way. I have never felt so humiliated in my life before. It took me a moment for the dire situation we are in to dawn on me. If this cruel man keeps to his word, my entire family would be on the street in the next five days. “What is going on exactly, Kamara? Please talk to me?” I sniffed wiping off the tears, “apparently my father got himself into a gambling mess and ended up owing Diego Sanchez.” She gasped in shock, “please don't tell me it's the same, Diego. The unforgiving ma
Diego's POVBeing a mafia is hard, having to treat people in the most shabby form is harder. But I enjoy it. Mostly because the recipients are deserving of what comes to them. I can't imagine playing nice with someone who thought it's cool to joke with my money. My back ached from beating the shit out of a washed up Atlanta socialite's son who thinks he can walk into my casino and make a mess of it. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I downed it in one go, sucking my teeth as it burned my throat. The door opened abruptly and my nemesis, Hernandez, walks in. The only reason I haven't buried him alive yet is because he is the only one I have aside my nana that I trust and probably a couple of men that work for me. The only thing he brings to me is a headache, more because he is my lawyer.“Hello there bestie.” He cooed in his usual annoying way with the gayish attitude he always presents. I huffed tiredly, “the last person I wanted to come in contact with today is you. Why are you her
Kamara's POV I have never felt this suffocated in my entire life. Nothing seems to be working. We have spent four days out of the week. Dad has been discharged from the hospital and only returned to become depressed. It would have been much better if he stayed back. Like a raging bull, I have stormed everywhere that seems like the best option to get the money. We have no family members to run to. Every time I look at my siblings, I try not to imagine the horror they would be subjected to if we end up on the streets. Atlanta isn't a friendly place for the homeless. You would have to be as rugged as it is to cope. Throwing my head to the back, I tapped my feet anxiously on the hard floor. Searching my head for any kind of solution that I can come up with. My younger siblings have gone to stay with Chantelle's mum until I get to sort out whatever this is. I felt mum's shadow over me. “Kamara?” She called out softly. I haven't talked to her and my dad since that day. I don't know wh
Diego's POV “Oh, my goodness, Hernandez. You are unbelievable!” I kissed my teeth, slamming my hand on the table. “One thing I have noticed until now with you is how good you are at running your mouth. Probably because you are a lawyer, it's easy for you to say things you are incapable of.” He bites deep into the apple in his hand, chewing slowly on it like he doesn't give a fuck about whatever it is I am saying. Somebody had better hold me back before I decide to maul him. “Why are you always so impatient? It's been barely two days, and you are already frustrated. I told you to leave it to me, I never said you wouldn't be involved in the active search. Do I look like a matchmaker to you?” I grabbed one of the heavy books on my table and flung it at him. With his usual poise, he dodged it. “I will kill you.” I growled. Hernandez shrugged, “threaten me all you want, you still won't be able to escape going to that club with me tonight. You know it's more important than ever now.
Kamara's POV I have been sitting here for close to an hour, and I am feeling very uncomfortable. The men in here are all so shameless, staring at me intensely like they would rip the cloth off me. Chantelle had been skeptical about the visibility of the cloth. But I needed something that would help me stand out In order to get Rodriguez's attention. If he comes in here and fails to notice me, that would be a failed plan. It would have been better if Chantelle had joined me, but she had an important test tomorrow and can't afford to be out late. I only ordered coke and ice, sipping it lightly. About five different men have offered to buy me drinks, but I refused. Some minutes ago, I felt someone watching me intensely, when I looked towards the direction I didn't see anyone staring at me out of the ordinary. I guess I am just being paranoid for nothing. I checked my time again, Rodriguez should be here by now, but I haven't caught a break light of him. My heart continues to pound at a
Diego's POVA delightful grin worked its way to my lips. I have always wanted to give that bastard a good hit. For some unknown reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off Rodriguez and the fair lady he dotted on tonight. When she followed behind him with her shoulder slouching. I knew something would go wrong. But it didn't matter to me.However, I got pressed and needed to use the restroom. The universe did make a joke of Rodriguez to have me arrive right on time. Kamara gasped heavily, leaning into the wall like she would enter it. “What have you done?” She inquired, staring down at a lifeless looking Rodriguez. “That's not the thank you for saving my life that I was expecting. Such an ingrate. He is just unconscious, would be awake soon enough.” I turned around and made my way to the restroom. “Why did you save me?” She inquired, following behind me. I paused by the doorway and sneered at her. “Do you intend to go in with me?” Shaking her head quickly, she stood back. I wasn't surpris
Kamara's POV I practically cussed out all through my journey back home. This entire day is no doubt doomed, and the only comforting thing out of it is the number of days my family and I have left to sleep under a roof. That man called Diego has lost his bloody mind if he thinks I would throw myself at his feet like that. My head aches from thinking all about these problems in front of me. At least I didn't get raped by that bastard Rodriguez. Tears laced my eyes as I unlocked the door. Chantelle was seated on the couch with her legs crossed and an odd look on her face. Almost like she had predicted what would be the outcome of my journey. “How did it go?” She asked. I thought when I arrived back here, I would be extremely frantic about the mad offer I got from the mafia. But I am quite calm, maybe because I know I am not going to do it. I have about ten more days to find a solution. That sound be good enough. “Kamara!” Chantelle bellowed, jolting me out of my long thought. Rub
Kamara's POV I hate to admit it, but Chantelle was right after all. It's exactly ten days today out of the fourteen days I was given as an ultimatum, and nothing appears to be forthcoming. None of the banks I went to were willing to take the risk. We are really in for it. It's more scary, seeing how everything is happening all at once. I wish I can put a pause to the world for a brief moment, just for me to catch my breath. But, of course, life will go on whether you have a shitty life or not. It's heartbreaking just thinking about it. For some time, I always blamed suicide victims for not holding on a bit longer. Now I know they were right, it is suffocating. That evil man will never win, I won't give in to such a devious scheme. Yanking off the duvet, I stood up to get ready. I will have to try something else. Dr. Scott might be able to help me one way or the other. She said I could come to her office this morning. I just have to do something. “Andrew! Call 911!” I heard mum sc