We spoke with Basilio for a couple of minutes mentally, deciding what we were going to do. Vito instructed that we leave him in the dust and head straight back to the warehouse like the plan had intended, but each time that I would look Basilio in the eyes, I could see how desperate he was leaving me standing at a huge crossroads. Vito didn’t want anything to do with his family and I understood why, but now I had just lost my father and still dealing with the gut-wrenching pain that brought, I couldn’t help but wonder if Vito was making a decision he’d regret sometime in the future when it’s too late. “We gotta go Coraline, we have to be at Hensons place in half an hour.” Louis tells me off to the side as we stood by the car, but still, I didn’t know if leaving this man would be the right thing, but let’s be honest, he’ll probably follow us like we caught him doing. Before we had time to make the decision ourselves, a black car speeding down the road and screeching to an abrupt ha
We soon arrived at an office type building right in the centre of London, the busy street offering little to no privacy of what was going in and out of this building. Henson must have not seemed to care what people saw of him if the centre of his operation was right in the centre of the city, or he felt untouchable due to his ego. Pulling up the car around the back of the building in what appeared to be the loading area, Vito reaches into the back and pulls out a gun concealing it within his inside jacket pocket, whilst the gun he had pulled on his father was also in another pocket, how many guns does he think he’ll need?! “Alright Pequeño, you’ll be coming in with us.” Vito explains which certainly, was new information for me. Throughout all of this, Vito had always ensured that I was no where near the danger, but now I’m walking into this. “You’ll be right next to me the entire time and Louis.” He continues whilst the guys begin to get out of Louis’s car beside us, but I was sti
As soon as the guy dropped to the floor, the room shifted even more as some men even backed as far away from Vito as they could well others, wanted to seem tough and stand their ground looking right at him. “Now we had a thought, Henson had a lot of men under his payroll, some who relied on him to pay their bills, my wife here worried that some of you would grow hungry without him. Which is why as her doting husband, I was sure to set her mind at ease. I have an enterprise and due to recent events, the biggest one in the town. You guys are out of work due to his death, and I have an endless stream of jobs going, do we know where I’m going with this?” Vito asks looking over at the men making it seem as though they had a choice, but we all knew what would happen if they refused to work for him. “I ain’t working for you!” Another man shouted off to the side, where it was now Jayden’s turn to do some crowd control and ended the man’s pleas. “It appears the men which Henson hired wer
One thing you can always count on when it comes to Springtime in England, the need to bring a jacket of some description to shield you from the mini rainstorms which battle the country many times a day. But it appeared in my tired state this morning as I left for work, I didn’t quite take this into account and swiftly left the house in my thin work clothes. Due to my miss area in judgement, I was now walking the streets of London battling the intense wind pelting the streets and my face. My dark red hair stuck to my face causing little droplets of water to trickle and run down my neck, I was completely wet through and freezing. Accompanied by the selfish drivers who decided racing through a puddle and sending a tidal wave of puddle water to coat my entire being was a good idea, I was not having a good time and dreamed about walking into my home where a wardrobe of warm clothes awaited me. But when I pushed open the broken front door which my father said he would fix on numerous occ
The next morning was the same as most, I retrieved my now clean work clothes from the dryer, whilst my father sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands due to his nauseating headache from his long day of drinking yesterday. The stench of drink still littered his clothes as he hadn’t changed, the little items of sick that he heaved out yesterday still on those clothes only adding to the smell. I refuse to utter a single word to my father as I pass him in the kitchen and make my way to my bedroom, it was because of him and his drinking problems that I had to take extra shifts at work in order to keep the roof over our heads and other bills payed. This would be a day for me to relax, instead, I have to drag myself to work where I spend most of my time anyway. Whilst fixing my hair in the mirror to make sure no stray hairs stuck up, I take a glance at my eyes and couldn’t help but see the deep black bags which hang under them indicating how tired I truly was. This only told me
The regulars soon came piling into the shop and ordering their usual coffees before leaving for work, the same smiles we had become accustomed to, and the stories of what child had been doing well filled the once silent shop. But now the lunchtime rush was about to begin where Shane, always finds the time to slip off for his break when this happens. This meant I was left alone to hold the fought whilst orders were thrown at me, but I didn’t know if it was because it was the middle of the week or perhaps the sun was shining a little, we didn’t have nearly the usually amount of people walking in and out. It was a slow day and one I desperately, needed. I had just finished wiping down one of the coffee machines when the bell on the door rang telling me I had a new customer, but when I turned around to see who had walked in, I find a man completely out of breath. The man wore a black tight-fitting suit, showing off the many rippling muscles in his arms, honestly, it looked as though this
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful after those two men left, the normal vibe of the boring coffee shop sinking back to what it was like. But through the normality, I couldn’t help but think of the man I had made the smoothie for, there was just something about him which caught my eye, and that wasn’t his drop-dead gorgeous looks. There was a hint of mystery about him, he has many layers to his life which I can tell not many people get to see or understand. With that being said, the day soon rushed by and before I knew it, I was turning off all of the lights and locking up the doors. With a little sigh, I slip the keys to the café into my purse and begin my short joinery home, the streetlights shining down on me as I went. But now I was out of the shop and the prospect of what I may find when I get home filled my mind, I soon remember what I had told my father when I left this morning, but I had neglected to do so. I had been so busy with the thought of that mysterious man fro
After arriving at work and getting straight to handling the mess some of the openers had left, the thought of my father and where he could be kept pounding my head as I attempted to concentrate. The same question going around and around, if I would have given my father the money that morning, would he have come home? I know I didn’t have the money in my hand at the time but what if I did? Once I had sorted the chaotic mess in the back, I make my way out to the front of the shop looking around as Shane handed a woman her coffee with a smile before turning around to look at me. “What’s on your mind?” He asks crossing his arms over his chest leaning up against the counter, while I snap out of my trance and send him a look of confusion. “I can see it written all over your face Coraline, you’re here but your mind is somewhere else.” He says waving his hands in the air as though they were blowing in the wind, I just send him a little laugh whilst walking to stand behind the counter. “I’m