MARCELLA’S POVFive days had passed, and there was no sign of Uncle Tee, no word from the Mexican mafia either. The awful silence around the manor was painful and tiring, no one had visited the manor the entire week not even fathers down-liners.El Russo himself had spent most of his time sitting on the balcony upstairs staring into space. Occasionally I would see him deeply lost in thoughts, he was clearly grieving his brother but tried not to look weak before us.This morning, one of the guards had informed me that, father wanted me at the club tonight. I hadn’t stepped foot there in almost eight years but this wasn’t the time to get on father’s nerves.I was nervous as the club wasn’t a place that resonated with my soul. By the time evening came, I was already dressed and ready for the club and by eleven pm, father and I had arrived.The smell of smoke and hard liquor quickly filled my nostrils, I wiggled my nose briefly allowing it to adjust to the new smell. Several sweaty bodi
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