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Mafia's Son Chapter 9
I leave Black's office with more questions than I went in.My knees practically tremble when I approach my desk and take a seat thinking that this man wants to feel "special" to someone. That was the word he used. And I turned out to be the person he referred to try. For a devil, I know I should hate him, I know I should run away from this workplace as soon as I allow him to exacerbate my working hours and not even think about it when he asks me to get on my knees in front of him, but I don't want to do it.I lack air when I try to type the computer password on the desktop, all I do is think about why my heart almost burst the moment he asked me to let him be the first. He asked me. What kind of Man takes the trouble to do that today or to overcome all his prejudices or mental demons to the point of recognizing wanting to feel special for...me? Why me? "Psst." Vania jokes at me on the other side, from her desk.I look up as if I have caught myself inside my own thoughts. "Is everyth
Mafia's Son Chapter 10
If anything characterizes this company in its tangible matter, it is its walls littered with abstract paintings. All very similar: at first I thought they were pieces of skin or meat that ranged from pinkish to deep red, like pieces of naked bodies entangling, making love or sometimes mutilating themselves. And they don't have a signature. How strange.I read on some internet sites that many paintings do not explicitly carry a signature on the end of the painting, but that they do it in another way. Some artists do it by painting their face somewhere that people appear, others do it with their initials through a technician that only allows to capture the signature with X-rays.I have no idea if the signature of the artist in question is "signature" of the range of similar colors. Or would that be his "style"? The point is that so far I have been thinking about it because as Mr Hamilton finishes his meeting with Mr Mendes, he is on his way to lunch. Vania and I receive our rations in
Mafia's Son Chapter 11
George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip.Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink. Drink that is the perfect excuse to have sex, surely. Matter of fact I can't. Firstly because it would violate Black's trust and secondly because I am a virgin! And he would notice! "Ooooh, Wow." I mutter... "Thank... Thank you." I wish the earth would open and swallow me right now. "But I'm really busy tonight." "It's Thursday, we're a step away from the weekend. A getaway will not come bad. I told you that in
Mafia's Son Chapter 12
I remember two moments of extreme happiness in my life. Or three. The first is in my childhood, I can not say that I had an excellent pass, on the contrary, it was marked by shortcomings. But every night dad would arm chairs with an old sheet, and we would get under it with mom while we played. That was a spaceship, and he was the commander in charge while I was his apprentice, following the right orders to achieve "excellence". He said to me, "all right, agent Western, You will be a great successor to this Captain."To which mom congratulated me and told me that she was proud of me. I felt very happy, it was as if I had a very important achievement. But mom also took her place to help in the game and did not understand why she did not want to be captained someday. "No, honey, I am well following the orders of those who know," she replied, which charged me with indignation. These games made it clear to me that, one can choose to be the one who directs or to be the one directed, but on
Mafia's Son Chapter 13
WHAT MESS HAVE I GOTTEN INTO?!I arrived home with my heart in my hand, on schedule, something that had not happened to me for some time. Mom is up, in the kitchen, making food for her and my little sister who lies on the side helping her with things. Mom is affirmed of the allowance since so many hours that he must be at rest brings muscle consequences for his daily gait. "Mom-I'll bring you a chair.""Daughter, you're early. And I'm not going to crush my ass again, I want to walk a little, or go for a walk outside." "That's not good, mom, and we know it." My seven year old sister adds. "Mommy says she's going to the park with me.""Linda, you can't ask mom for that, and you know it.""Honey, don't be so hard on your sister." Mom says."Do I last? I'm trying to take care of you. Please, sit down, it makes me nervous to see you holding on to the counter, I don't want you to hit me. If something happens to you, what money will we pay for another treatment?"She looks at me, upset.
Mafia's Son Chapter 14
As soon as alcohol comes into contact with my mouth, I know I'm not quite ready for this.The Disco with music from the eighties that George threw as an excuse, quickly becomes a reason to go out to Google Maps for information about it. We had to swap phones to keep in touch and hold the same lie for the sake of the three of us. While I'm not part of the couple of friends, I get involved soon. The Madrid disco is called "Blue Ocean" and is a pass. Far are my chances of hitting my unreachable wishes every weekend so my night culture is not very frequent, besides that I also do not like this much of going out to dance. However, there are details of the place that make it interesting, it is not of high society, of those lobbies to which black Hamilton and Emmett Mendes usually go, but that this seems rather an under, Urban bar, with first floor where the crazy party is and a subsoil with sets of armchairs to come to flirt without the noise from above. I haven't come to flirt, but I've
Mafia's Son Chapter 15
"That right hand was fucking dead," Emmett tells me as he hugged me from behind and take me upstairs while Mrs. Piernotas stands on her side crying."You owe me the drink! She deserved it!""I think you don't get used to alcohol and maybe that third drink should never have existed.""But...let go of that...I want to keep drinking it!""Don't worry, you'll get a coffee as soon as we get out of here." Emmett says. "I don't want coffee, I want my gin and tonic!""Of course, beautiful, you'll have your gin and tonic as soon as we're out of this pub where everyone's watching us like they're ready to rip our heads off." "What?""Take her away from this pub, and she will not be able to return." Warns the security guard. But Emmett pulls out some bills and puts them in my pocket without letting go of me as if it were a dog that must be tied up by potential dangers. "She'll be back when she likes, okay?" The guard looks at the bills and nods. "Don't give him money! I do what I want" "Of c
Mafia's Son Chapter 16
"Think about it," Emmett tells me, " for tonight, you can think about it.""I think that one is a pass." I let out a laugh. He starts the car. I think that my state of crying to laughter has become a little alarming, and I reiterate that it is not by going drunk since I would need more alcohol for that, with two drinks I can not miss the session, although I do dis inhibit a little the bronzes that I have been enduring for some time. "Well, where's the grace?" He tells me with one hand on the steering wheel and the other with his elbow resting on the glass lowered from the window while driving.I turn to him and get a thousand whores to see his wide arm marking through the turquoise fabric of his shirt that looks amazing. The first buttons of the neck are detached to the middle of their protruding pectorals. It is the first time in the night that I take the dare to look at him in this way since before I could only pay attention to how cute Black had come with a white shirt. Which of
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Mafia's Son Epilogue
Days laterMina Western POV“Are you sure that this will be your chosen place to complete the pre-professional practices?”“Completely.”I don't want dirty business, I don't want big companies, I don't want lying millionaires or putting aside my dreams or putting my family at risk.The career director along with the chair of the Ethics Committee of my university reviewed the petition and papers. The report card and my enrollment up to date."Miss Western," she tells me, standing on her desk with her weight on her elbows, " allow me to advise you that, considering your excellent report card, your work history and the opinions of other teachers, we believe that you have all the capabilities to perform business administration tasks in a context that expands your job opportunities.”“I believe.” I reply firmly, “that I have made the right decision. I have always dreamed of working in the world of books, they are to whom I owe absolutely everything I have been able to achieve in my life. I
Mafia's Son Chapter 41
Sometimes time sneaks between your fingers. And you realize too late, once you have nothing left, to think about what does you good, the moments you should have taken better advantage of or the hugs that should have been infinite.Rarely have I felt in my life that feeling that everything is lost, that there is a void in front of you in which you are about to fall.The first time was when I found out my father was dead. It seemed like a horrible lie, knowing that I would never see him again, that I would never be able to ask him for advice again, that he would not accompany me back to school. I felt powerless, I felt like looking for an alternative of stealing a minute, just a minute from Fate and preventing dad from going through where he had to go back then so that the next time I saw him was in a coffin. Or at least, to have a minute to be able to hug him stronger, to tell him that I want him, to tell him that it is not necessary for him to waste his whole life working for coins, t
Mafia's Son Chapter 40
“My chair wasn't like that before I left.”Vania looks at me and I shrug as I sip my own cup of cappuccino.I never thought I would end up doing this, but I feel angry, disappointed, desperate, betrayed, I never thought she could play me like this, I never did anything to her at all. What kind of connection is she supposed to have with Black's ex-wife? I swear I'll get to the last consequences of whatever's going on."I hope you don't mind," I say, pointing to my cup, "I pulled an envelope of powdered cappuccino out of your pen. You got more food than pens in there.”She looks at me, offended. Blame this...person, I now have a stain on my college record and it may put absolutely everything in my professional life at risk.And what bothers me the most is that the disagreement is made.“Are you looking for me, Mina Western?” Question, provocateur.But if she's a bitch, I can be even more so. This time I stand up and warn her.“You looked for me first.”However, Black's office door opens
Mafia's Son Chapter 39
“Black, please, you have to do something.”My voice is filled with anguish as I show him the papers. He reads with hatred opening his eyes more and more as he progresses and ends up closing the note in a fist.“Shit.” He sputtered.“You can help me, right? Can you do it? You promised me.”“Yeah, there's something I can do. I'll take care of it. But don't go today, Mina. I need you at the office, it's an important day.”“But, Black, they say to introduce me urgently because I have lacked the truthfulness of my professional performance. I can lose my scholarship to finish my studies.”“I can pay what's left of your career, you don't have to worry about it.”“But it's not all money, you understand! I can't graduate with a sanction from the Ethics Committee nor can I start my internship again, I would have to wait until the next semester and go where they want to receive a person with a dishonesty act. You think it's very simple?”“I have contacts that could take you. Just let me take car
Mafia's Son Chapter 38
Mina Western POVLeaving the shower after a first course of sex and an exquisite dinner, I stop in front of the bathroom mirror on the top floor of the House. I observe my reflection without managing to avoid thinking about many situations that have passed during this last time, resulting in many secrets have been revealed to me, more than I estimated, a world spread out in front of me that I was not able to see and now take shape in front of an opaque, dense, dark background.On the one hand, I encounter the reality that Black is in a world of mafias that he is trying to get out of, which I do not think is without paying a high price in the attempt. Then there is his secret family, the wife he says he left behind without her having untied herself from him and the daughter he hides to protect her, a secret he now shares with me. Finally, Mikael Sydow's mobster has contacted me and threatened me not to tell Black, a matter that causes me terror since he has managed to have access to me
Mafia's Son Chapter 37
Black Hamilton POVLearning to cook next to Mina is quite fun. After things calm down and I have my knuckles bandaged, we make available all the necessary things with elements to learn how to make beef fillet with salads and mashed potatoes. A very homemade meal for my taste; my diet is based on dietary meats at the order of my trainer, junk or gourmet when it comes to outings or rank conferences."Don't do that," she tells me, pausing when I try to remove the skin from the potatoes.“Don't what?”"You just wash them well and then boil them with the skin." She points out.“Why?”“Because that'll make it easier.”“Yes, Madam.” I entrust myself to her orders, glad that we have passed the previous subject that was torturing us. I do not want to know about complicated situations that do not allow me to continue enjoying being in her company, it is something that I enjoy, but it checks every one of my thoughts. If there's anything I need for a moment, it's peace of mind.The same one I fee
Mafia's Son Chapter 36
“Who the fuck are you?”Black walks away from me like I've seen a dead man talking or pulled out a gun that I may have been pointing at his head. However, my gesture of amazement at seeing him react in this way he interprets it as if it were something theatrical."Black.” I insist, without twisting my arm and facing him also standing, “I asked you a question.”“Don't come near me or tell me what you want. Or what the fuck you were looking for by approaching me.”His hands tremble. He seems to be in doubt whether to go out looking for a poker to blow my mind or whether to stay and listen, I try to do my best because I choose the second option.“That's the same thing I wonder. Who is Black Hamilton? Why has he been hiding that kind of information from me beyond the inside of the office where I'm just his secretary?”“You could start by telling me who sent you to ask me for the job and where you've been leaking information.”“I remember you hired me. No one sends me, for God's sake. Only
Mafia's Son Chapter 35
I look at the screen and I look at Black several times. Sure that Mikael will not like the idea of knowing that I told my boss about his message, and also sure that my mother's medical history has been a threat gesture to maintain discretion. I can not do it no matter how much doubts make me uneasy or that happiness must be at times, brief, almost like a warning that everything can overflow at any time.If one thing I'm sure of is that there could have been no mistake or thing of fate in the fact that I decided to contact her. The last thing I need is to bring him one more worry or disgust, I can't expose it.I answer a simple OK before I get to Black and try to compose the face, pretending that everything is fine. And accumulating one more secret to our list.“How was that?” He asks me pointing at my cell phone.“I just wanted to ask my mom if she was okay. What Have you got there? It smells delicious.” I quickly change the subject as we look for a space to sit for lunch looking at t
Mafia's Son Chapter 34
The rest of the day is excellent. It takes me by surprise to start doing activities under a false name. Anyway, no one asks, but it is the way we address each other to call each other or interact.The people of Cuenca are very friendly. We start by going to a viewpoint called "Ventano del Diablo" that belongs to the town. It is a huge sickle-shaped rock formation with similarities to those of a huge cave with other small distributions. The panoramic view of the Jucar river leaves me frizzy, as it closes in a gorge along the landscape. The wind impacting on my face, on my hair makes me feel small before the immensity of nature. I;m overwhelmed observing the terrain that extends gracefully in front of the two.Black closes his arms around my waist, surprising me from behind and leaving me surprised by his gesture. The cold and unbearable Mr. Hamilton surprised his private secretary with a gesture as beautiful as this.“Do you like it?” He asks me."It's wonderful," I admit, without bei
