I heard loud voices outside my room, someone was screaming like a banshee. I really don't want to know who it is.
After the delicious lunch with mama, I went back to my room. Throughout lunch mother seemed out of it. Like she was sad about something. I told her stories about the academy and about Lydia and Chloe.
When I asked what was making her distracted or sad, she smiled and covered it up. I just have a feeling it'd be something related to father. Was he cheating on her again? Or mistreating her. She wouldn't tell me anything. In my family it's pretty normal for men to have mistresses. Expected even.One time when I was twelve and looking for my mama, I didn't see her in her bedroom where she prefers staying or in the library downstairs so I decided to ask Father. I walked in on him with another woman in his study the cloth she was wearing looked like a servant uniform.
Later that day I told mother about what I had seen. She simply smiled and told me it helped him relax.Now that I think of it, mama didn't seem surprised in the least or even sad. Bothered, but never sad.
So, God forbid I marry a man from the family.
Deciding to see what the hell was going on, I rolled out of bed slipped on my flip flops and walked downstairs.
What was it they say again? curiosity killed the cat. Well in my case it'd be curiosity killed the Lola.
My feet padded down the stairs as I walked towards the living room in the first floor. In Here the voices were so loud.
Just as I stepped on the bottom stair something flew past my Head and smacked the wall. Shattering into a dozen pieces. Was that a phone?
"What the hell Father!!!" a high pitched voice screamed followed by the sound of another glass object breaking
Now in the living room I see two blond figures standing in the middle of the room. Katharina and her equally devilish mother.
"I'm the one who should be getting married not that whore!" Katherina yelled.
Who is kat calling a whore? That name was usually reserved for me.
I don’t know how she can get away with speaking like that, especially in front of her father.
"I am older that she is. That good for nothing! she cannot marry before me! it is an insult on my honor and pride as a woman!"Katerina yelled, stomping her foot. Well, that's a first.
"You? Pride? Kat really?" Carlos mocked, if I was closer to him. I'd have asked him for a high five. I was just thinking the exact same thing.
"What's going on here?" Someone asked form behind me and I yelped turning around to see my father.
"Dolores" he said in a flat voice.
My father is a handsome man, well fit in his mid forties. light brown hair cut short, from where i'm standing, i see he has more gray hair than he used to, dusting his temples. his sharp brown eyes which always gave me a whip like feeling stares at me even now.
You'd think he'd be a tad bit pleased to see me after not seeing me for almost three years.
When I was little, I always wanted to please him. I would assist mama in preparing dinner and make sure to do well in my studies so he'd smile at me even once but he never did. Always begging for his attention but he'd just say and I quote: "Go bother your mother Dolores" That broke my little heart. But now, I'm already used to it."Father" I replied in an equally flat voice.
My mother is standing beside him.
"You stupid Bitch!" I quickly turned around to see Katherina making her way towards me only to be intercepted by her mother.
"Not now my dear" my Aunt Sara says.
"Hello Kat" I greet with a small smile as my gaze scan the room.
At the end of the room sat Manuel Kat's father, my uncle in his usual black suit, white dress shirt and black tie. i don't think I've ever seen him in anything other than a suit in my seventeen years of life. Sorry, eighteen actually. I keep forgetting i just turned eighteen.
Sitting on the other send of the couch is his son, Carlos Kat's younger brother, and my favorite cousin.
"You dare to raise your hand on me" I snapped my gaze back on Kat who is now pointing at me with one perfectly manicured nail. Everyone turned to look at me.
Okay I've been thinking of ways to get out of this. I knew there was no way she'd let it pass.
In the Mafia, hitting someone higher than you either by rank or age is just... wrong. In fact, it's not done at all, like ever.
That's why her and her mama Sara always mistreated me and my mama and got away with it. I've thought about playing ignorance and act like she was crazy.
"What are you talking about? I just got here" I said with a confusion crawling all over my face, it's the same look I use when I'm sneaking back into the hostel after curfew and get caught by security.
There's no way I'd admit to hitting my cousin. I wouldn't just get punished for being disrespectful but I'd have to explain why I was in a certain night club.
"Don't you dare play dumb I saw you in a club two nights ago!" She snapped stumping her feet almost making me laugh. Real mature there. She looked so ridiculous in her yellow summer dress and read heeled slippers.
"A night club? You were in a night club?" I gasped acting surprised. Wow when did I become this convincing a liar?
"You were in a night club?" Manuel asked in a deadly voice. Now everyone was looking at Katherina.
"Mm n-no of-of course not Father" she stammered out realizing her mistake.
I fought the smile tugging at my lips, I would grin if it wouldn't give me away.
"Don't you dare lie to me Katherina what have I said about whoring around?" Manuel glares.
She wanted to put me in trouble. Now the table are turned.
"It's this bitch's fault." she points at me.
"How is this my fault?" I asked.
"We have more important things to do Manuel, discipline your daughter later" Father said from behind me as he walked towards the couch taking a sit. Mama followed and pulled me along. she tugged me to sit by her on the couch.
She makes a sound of distaste at the state of my hair then runs her fingers through the ends hanging around my face. I've missed this, her fussing over me. and me acting like she was being a bother.
"You need hair treatments dear" she said when I finally bat her fingers away.
"Hey Lola, looking good" Carlos said. He'd always being kind to me unlike his mum and sister.
"Thank you, Carlos," I smiled.
"Dolores?" I looked up at Manuel when he calls me.
I smiled at him. Not really knowing what to say.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. it was awkward alright... Really."How are your studies?" Manuel asked. I could see he was struggling with what to say. Manuel hast really talked to me much, like I could literally count the amount to times he's spoken to me even if we lived in the same house since i was born.
"It was Fine Sir" I replied
"Thats good" he says a moment later his black hair slicked back.
We went back to the awkward silence when I couldn't take it anymore I blurted out "Well whose getting married?" I ask also wanting to change the topic.
Everyone snapped their gaze to me. Why was everyone looking at me?
"Should I tell her or who wants to do the honors?" Kat sneered.
what's up with her? I mean except from the slap but she deserved it.
"Tell me what?" I look around.
"You are getting married Lola. The one getting married is you" Carlos said.
I freeze. A laugh escaping my lips.
"That was a joke, right?" I asked in a small voice when the others didn't join me.
No one said anything. They're lying. They have to be."Mother?" I said looking at my mother and getting up from the sofa.
"Am so sorry baby" she replied her eyes glittering with tears.
"Please tell me this is a lie?" I plead
"You're all lairs!" I yelled.
Now tears were trailing down my cheeks.
"Am so sorry lol-"
"THIS IS CRAZY MOTHER! Insane! You're all crazy!!!" I yelled.
"Don't talk to your mother like that-"Father started but I cut him off.
"I don't care. This is stupid. I'm not getting married! Do you hear me?" I spat.
Mama was already crying. Manuel looks bored Father looked mad, Carlos face was expressionless. Kat and her mother seemed to be enjoying this, of cause they are.
"You will watch your tongue Dolores" Father said
"I'm just getting home, why are you sending me away again?" I cried I don't wait for their reply. I turned around walking away running to my room
This cannot be happening. It just can't.
I'm not getting married.
My uncle was right, everything will change from now on, the Grecos, Mendoza, and the Oriente arms of the New York Families are no more. Though we weren't particularly friendly with the other two, it wasn't required for the business. The Greco’s however have always been closely allied with the Salvatores, it wasn’t because of that friendship that Julio was my father's right hand and his father before him, as capo it was my decision to choose my right hand, but for decades, that honor belonged to the Greco’s, until Julio fucked it up. With them gone, there is a gap, in the prominent families, and someone needs to take over for the business to run smoothly. As things settled, I just wanted some peace to be with my family, my children, I already missed so much. It was something I would never retreat, I kept them safe. I did what had to be done, even though it hadn't been my Knife in their throat or my orders. My actions lead to their deaths. And their deaths created a power vacuum, one
**“We have to leave here, get to another safe house we don’t know who else- this place has been compromised” Arms wrapped under my arms trying to pull me away. I was staring blankly at the Man I'd grown so close with. I didn't know what to do.“We can’t leave him here” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “You think I want to leave him? He was like a father to me, but I have to protect you, he would want you to get to safety”“Miguel…”“Now Lola, Now." he shook me "We have to-“ a phone ringing cuts off the rest of his words. Miguel bends down and searches through Matteo’s jacket to retrieve his phone. I crawl back to him lifting his head into my lap, spatches of blood stained my jeans as I run my fingers through his hair. “Please Matteo open your eyes,” I begged softly.He couldn’t be gone. He felt warm despite the blood pooled on the ground beneath him, he couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t...“It’s Matteo…” I hear Miguel say to the other person on the phone “He’s gone” is all Miguel says
I straightened at the sound of a car pulling closer. I know it isn’t Miguel as he’s in the next room, slowly tiptoeing to one of the windows and pushing back the curtains, “Lola don’t do that-“ “It’s Matteo” I gasped in recognition at the dark hair and family face of the man that exists the drive's seat. “It’s Matteo” I repeated “He’s here!” I announced as my heart began to race in my chest. “Stay here, stay down” Miguel ordered, as he headed to the door a gun in hand. I remained at the window, clutching my rounded belly with a shaky hand, the other fisted around the thick curtains as I tried to listen to their exchange. It went on for about half a minute but it was too long and then Miguel crossed back to the porch, he disappeared from my line of sight, and I moved to the door. The bottom of my oversized jeans dragged on the floor over my bare feet as I had left the zipper undone to accommodate my large bump. I’m standing behind the door when it opens and Miguel says “It’
“That puta was whoring around dirtying the family line-“ she gurgles, choking as red spills from a thin line across her throat. A hand flew to her neck eyes wide in shock. No one was allowed to speak of that, I took pains in ensuring it remained that way. The consequences would be devastating. I look at the blade in my hand then swipe the napkin beside her tea set to wipe the little blood at the end. I turned around and came to a stop at the dark figure at the entrance. Fuck. “Is it true what she said?” I observe his stance, the pistol hanging loosely at his side, my brows furrowed as I tried to figure out how long he’s been standing there, how much he heard, I let out a sigh, “Tommy…” He sucked in a deep breath, his empty hand clenching into a shaky fist. “Did you know?” Tommy asked calmly. I grit my teeth and wipe the blade once more, then I return it to the sheath strapped to my wrist, soothing down my sleeves to keep it hidden. I turned to my brother fully and asked “Wh
Bang! Bang! Bang!!! Gunshots sound as I make my way down the hall of an Italian-styled penthouse. The enemy tries to return fire, but they are quickly overwhelmed by my men. Martino Greco led me to Valentina's hideout like a mouse to the cheese. Pained grunts and shocked yells followed by the thuds of bodies heating the ground, and then quiet. Hmm. I walk in smooth strides past pools of blood, bodies littering the polished wooden floors noting the soldiers Valentina called from her mansion in Italy, I frown at the sight of a falcon tatted on one of the fallen men’s forearms, seems she hired some mercenaries also. Splendid. Last night Valentina sent her men to Mendoza and Orinete households while they slept and took them out in one swell move. It is why I can break in with little to no resistance, half of her man power is gone. Danilo inclined his chin at me then motioned up silently a gun in hand, corked and still at the ready. Chase and Emilio stand beside him each o
I stared out the window on the ride back. Like the two times we’ve gone out, I remain in the car while he checks the property, when he signals all clear I open my door and move to the back to get the kids. Miguel goes around the other side and gets started on Angelo’s seat, he undoes the strap holding the child to the seat and then unhooks the chair fully so he can take it inside. “Want to tell me what happened at the clinic?” he questions as we walk. I shook my head nothing. “You don’t really expect me to believe that do you?” “What makes you think I did anything." “Excluding the fact that you looked guilty as hell when we got back, there’s a tear glued to your lashes" he pointed one end of his bottled water at me, "Why were you crying” We entered the cabin and I unstrapped the kids to let them run free. “I just needed to use the bathroom quickly” I paused helping Angelo to his feet. “I called him” I admitted. His expression remains unchanged. “You don’t seem surprised