~20 hours earlier~ Shane leaves his apartment with a smile on his face, he had recently ordered another cake for Coraline and him to eat when they took their break as like they had done yesterday. He hoped she would open up to him a little more today, he could see how much she wanted to tell him what has been happening with her, but something kept holding her back. Perhaps now she has calmed down a little, it’ll be easier for him to work out what she’s truly holding close to her chest. He knew she’d told him her mood was due to her just getting back to work and her injury still hurting, but he didn’t know why, he didn’t believe her. He had known Coraline for many years now and considered her one of his best friends, he knew how she acted when certain things would happen and to him, something wasn’t adding up. That feeling only grew when he saw who was picking her up, he didn’t know his name or what Coraline and him really were, but he didn’t like it or trust him. The day that man c
I was walking around the café, putting away the last of the cupcakes that we weren’t able to sell that day when a loud crash occurred from out of the back. I jump a little turning my head to look over at the dark and empty hallway in front of me, the only source of light being the green beacon showing which door was the fire escape. “Hello?” I ask out into the darkness taking a slow step forward scanning my surroundings for anything which could have caused that abrupt noise. Once I had reached the entrance of the very long hallway, a light which resembled a torch begins to flash on and off in a separate room to the right. With a deep breath in, I take my first steps into the hallway and closer to the flashing light off to the side, my heart in my mouth with every step that I would take closer. “Is anyone there?” I ask out loud once again whilst still continuing my journey, but as like before, I never got a reply instead, a deep feeling of danger began to spread through me as I proc
After showering in Vito’s very expensive looking shower, I walk out and begin to shift through the piles of clothes he had picked up for me. A plain white t shirt and blue jeans standing out as an easy option, he had even remembered to pack me some underwear, with a sigh, I slip them all on for the day. Whilst I was alone with my thoughts, I did start to feel bad for the way in which I had spoken to him. I know he is just trying to help me navigate my way through this situation, but something about his lawyer just doesn’t add up for me. Owen seems like such a kind person, he could see how much Shane’s death affected me yesterday when he saw me, I don’t feel as though he’ll be sat there attempting to interrogate me. Once I was ready and looked somewhat presentable, I truly didn’t know if I had it in me to do much with my hair or face, I leave the bathroom to enter the now empty bedroom. I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight, I left Vito here after digging into him for no reason. I wa
The man in the expensive suit and grey hair soon leads me out of the interview room, where I couldn’t help but feel the intense stares from each and every person we would pass. It was as though they knew something I did not and now saw me as some kind of traitor for leaving with him, something as I said, I did not quite understand. But what was also doing laps in my mind as though it was some kind of marathon was the comment which Owen made when he was leaving, I had now picked my side, what side is he talking about? I had simply answered his questions and set the record straight for some of the heinous accusations he had put against me in that room. Such as I knew who was behind what happened to my father and Shane, which I certainly did not. After battling through the many hole burning stares of those in the office, we arrive back out at the waiting area of the building and the front desk, which this man whose name I still did not know walked over to with a stern look. “I want th
Before long, I was being led up a huge staircase into the very old looking factory building, my hand interlocked with Vito’s as we reach a set of locked double doors. With a wink, he reaches past me and types in some secret code into a little black keypad on the wall, a clicking noise erupting from the doors in front. “Such high-tech security.” I say sarcastically looking to Vito, who shook his head with a smile of his own opening up the door for me to walk in first. I laugh as I walk into something I was not expecting, as like I had said, the building on the outside looked to be far behind disrepair, many broken windows littered the place, some of the bricks seeming to be chipping away and even the roof looked as though it was going to cave in. But when you walk through those doors, it’s as though you’ve walked into a different place. The walls were a black colour with white trimming, a huge bay window at the front of the room showing the beautiful scene of the city. Around 5 desk
It’s been a few weeks since I spoke with Owen that day and life had somewhat changed back into what it was before everything, since Theodore busted me out of said meeting with Owen, in a sort of prison break style, I hadn’t been contacted even once. Vito says it’s due to them understanding how skilled Theodore was as a lawyer, they know they’ll have to be super careful with their approach if they want to hear from me again. Kevin even decided to close the café for some time after Shane, I think he knew with the nature of his death, it would be better to allow the dust to settle before opening it back up. It was a little odd to not get up and leave for work, but it’s been nice to take the time to fully grieve Shane before jumping back into work, where I know many will have a variety of questions for me. This has also given me much more time to spend with Vito, I’ve been staying at his mansion of a house, and he even takes me to work with him at the warehouse sometimes where I’ve been
Theodore soon came and collected me from Vito’s house an hour before the meeting, he explained he wanted to go over some key points before we step foot in that place. So, sitting in another of his expensive looking cars a street away from the police station, he began to go over the rules which he had for his clients before they walk in. He explained how most of the time, people would assume the officer asking the questions would be leading the interview, but according to him, that’s what a dumb lawyer will allow. He said he will be the individual leading the conversation, Owen may ask a question but if Theordore feels as though it can be twisted or is not relevant, he will either tell me not to answer or allow Owen to rephrase it. Talking of allowing me to answer, I was told that I cannot say a word unless Theordore tells me it’s okay, he’s aware of how these individuals can twist what you say, something he will not allow. It seemed as though Theodore was very strict with what he ex
Owen soon returned after the break which we had but it was clear he knew he wasn’t getting anything else from me, he explained the meeting would need to be paused for a later date due to a reason he never disclosed before allowing Theodore and I to leave. With the information that I was able to learn from the glance I took at the papers, the worry which was deep in my gut was hard to ignore as we exit the doors of the police station and head towards Theodore’s car. “Explain.” Was all Theodore says as he places the key into the ignition and sends the car roaring to life, I think he noticed how agitated I became after I went to read the papers which had landed on the floor. “Well, I don’t know if Vito has told you about what he’s planning on doing tonight.” I say looking over at him as we pull away from the police station and down the road, we didn’t want them to see us having this conversation so they know we may have looked at something we shouldn’t have. “He keeps me informed wit
8 months later: The bright lights of the sun streaming through the open windows cause my eyes to flutter open, feeling a little dazed at first, I look around and begin to panic at the scene. I was all alone in the huge bedroom before me, my mind of course going to the worst-case scenario as usual. Until a little note sat on the pillow beside me grabs my attention, it read: “I thought you could do with a little more sleep after the night you had, Lucio and I have gone downstairs to allow you some rest. Take as much time as you need, Vito x” With a smile at how sweet he was, I place the note to rest on top of the bedside table feeling the worry lift from my body. I barely had any sleep last night due to our son Lucio, having a rough night of his own. Vito kept asking if I wanted him to stay awake with me, but I knew at least one of us needed to be more alive this morning, but how nice he was that he took Lucio so I could get a little more rest. I gave birth to our beautiful son
Vito walked the halls of the warehouse watching as his new men from Henson went on their rampage and took whatever they could carry and even more. To him, this was the last job he needed to do before he could get home to Coraline, the life which he wanted was so close snd even growing inside the woman he loved and there was nothing that was going to stand in his way to get it. “One of the vans have gone to the hideout boss, it was full to the brim, these men work fast that’s for sure.” Buster informs Vito rushing into the room, a smile filling Vito’s face as he looked around as more men walked in and out of the room. “Working ahead of schedule, just how I like it.” He smiled crossing his arms over his chest, his mind full of all the ideas of what Coraline and him were going to do with all this money and what he was could to do for their unborn child. “Did you hear Jay; this place will soon be cleared!” Buster cheered over to their friend letting him know the good news, Jayden al
My legs could have buckled from under me as I began to read further down the page and fully absorb what was written, such confusion, anger and worry filling my entire emotions. Written in a rushed sort of manner stood what appeared to be a list of things Jayden had to do, none were simple or normal when it came to list such as, get the car fixed, grab some groceries etc. Before me stood the list. 1: Poison Coraline and blame Owen 2: Have Vito kill Owen off 3: Kill Adam Hart 4: Have Vito kill Henson 5: Kill Vito on the job 6: Grief with Coraline 7: Have her all to yourself. Each item on the list began to get even more sinister as the list continued, my heart sinking to my feet when I realised that Jayden had been behind all of the horrible things which had been happening recently. I knew right when it happened that it couldn’t have been Owen that poisoned me, none of it made any sense and was impossible to happen! But what also hurt to see, Jayden had been behind the de
The next morning soon rolls around quicker than I would have liked, I knew the job was looming close with each day, but now it was here, I was riddled with worry. Vito kept repeating that he had gone over each detail so throughly that there was no way anything was to go wrong, but I also knew not to underestimate the police, they could be way ahead of him without Vito even knowing. As we stood in the kitchen getting the last things ready, I stood with my arms crossed and my hands shaking from fear, I worried this would be the last time I’d be able to see him ever and after the news I had told him yesterday, it cut deeper than anyone would expect. “Alright, the men are waiting three streets away from the warehouse with Buster keeping them in check, we have to be there in forty minutes to ensure we hit the place in the window where the security are switching.” Jayden says going over what he had said so many times over the past few days, I’ve heard it so much, I could probably go wit
The room dropped to silence I had never heard before, my heart in my mouth as I looked to Vito to see his reaction. I knew he wanted to be a father but now was not the time we had discussed; it would hurt so deep if he told me he wasn’t happy. But also, with the death weapon which is in his hand and pointed at Louis’s head, I was more than worried to see where this was going to go. “I only found out yesterday after I went to the restaurant, I wanted to tell you the minute that I saw you, but I knew after how the last pregnancy ended, you’ll be a little more worried about me which is something you don’t need walking into the job tomorrow.” I begin to say breaking the silence when Vito didn’t go to move or say a single word. “I wouldn’t know myself if it wasn’t for Louis, yesterday, we didn’t stop the car because I wanted to look at the scenery, we had to stop the car as I was throwing up on the side of the road which is when Louis asked if I was pregnant. I took a test and I am.” I t
After managing to successfully, avoid slipping up to Vito and telling him about the baby for the first half of the morning, we pulled up at the huge warehouse which felt like a second home at this point, so Vito can have the last meeting with the guys before the big job tomorrow. Climbing out the car with my huge water bottle in hand hoping water was going to help the sickness ease, I walked up the steep stairs hand in hand with Vito to find it was only Louis waiting there throwing a ball in the air and catching it. “Alright boss and Mrs Boss, Buster and Jayden are running late, something about a crash on the motorway, I tend not to listen to explanations much.” Louis said sort of explaining why the others weren’t here but at the same time, giving us no information at all. “They better hurry up, we have a lot to go over about tomorrow especially, now we have more men on the team to keep in line.” Vito grumbles a little annoyed that we had to wait around for the others to show bu
We remained at Henson old shop for the rest of the afternoon, Vito explaining to each man what was going to happen with the job and what he expected of them. To my happiness, no other men were killed as they all played ball, but Vito was quick to remind them what was to happen if they either didn’t turn up for the job or did anything to backstab or disrupt him and let’s just say, neither way sounded great for these guys. After the meeting, Vito took us home telling the rest of the guys to meet him at the warehouse tomorrow, whilst we went home to Vito’s huge house that I had yet to be given a tour of. Still being covered in blood from all he had done today, Vito takes a shower as soon as we arrived home leaving me alone to get ready for bed. But now I was alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t help but stand there in such a state of shock for all which had happened in the space of a day. I went to the restaurant and helped them with their Henson problem, finding out soon after that I’
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
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