Chapter 5: New Boss

Ever since Georgia’s mischief encounter with Primo and his gang, she never had the chance to have peace anymore–not in this territory could she ever have. Triggering events continued to happen, and the worst of it all was that kiss! 

“Fucking bastard! I swear to god, that slap is not enough!” Georgia gritted as she dug her nails on her palm. She could still feel it! His lips rubbing on hers! If only god could allow her to change her lips, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask for it immediately!

She’s still steaming with fury. Despite being invited for dinner, Georgia never left her room–she doesn’t know what comes next once she steps out. For the meantime, she will have this room as her temporary shelter, there’s nowhere she could run to after all.

While Georgia is fuming, Primo is found satisfied with what he had done–the smirk on his face said so. However, that was just for a brief moment because of the problem staring at his face. Although Georgia appeared to be a worthy distractor, Primo couldn’t afford to get distracted at this moment.

“Everything has been prepared for tomorrow’s burial, Boss.” Primo’s gaze diverted to his left as he heard Manuel’s voice. He nodded at him in response. Following that is the air sticking in his lungs in void. He may have never been emotionally attached to his father, but his absence–especially in the organization, left a huge hole. 

“Gather all the capos to the meeting space right after the burial.” Primo lit a piece of cigar as he returned his eyes to the landscape of the sea before him. It’s the only way he could cope. Now that he’s all alone in his office, the silence bouncing on the four walls opened his mind to think of the recent problem.

He didn’t want to admit it, but the strategy that the enemy pulled is pretty impressive. They didn’t think that far to get cornered. Not to mention that the chain of events led him to meet the doctor who turned out to be an important piece in this dispute.

As the face of the angry doctor returned to his mind, Primo immediately picked his phone up to dial someone’s number. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long to reach her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Mr. Bonsignore?” a voice from a woman echoed in his ear. He didn’t see her face, but he could see her having a playful smile right now. She’s Jennifer Wills, one of the biggest stockholders in his company.

“Business.” Primo simply replied. It was only one word, yet the other line already got the gist of the reason for the call. “I need you to do something for me.”

As the sun sets for another day, everyone in the headquarters, excluding Georgia, is preparing for their departure. Everyone is dressed in black suit, with men in buzzcuts and women in ponytails. Each of them has a garland of poppy flowers on their chest, that also include Primo who’s the last one to come out of the building with the large frame of his father on his hand.

With Primo leading the way, the capos and mafiosi walked in order behind in two columns when they reached the cemetery. The casket is hanging on Primo’s shoulder level, ready to be buried.

“This will be your last chance to take a look–it’s now or never.” The worker in charge made an announcement, having everyone’s eyes on Primo–the very person who hadn't taken a look at his father for the last time.

Primo’s chest tightened. He’s only three steps away from seeing his father in flesh for the last time, but it feels like a mile already. His legs are unusually heavy. The simplest thing to do became the hardest to accomplish. He never thought that this would happen so soon.

“This is only your last chance, Boss.” Manuel, who’s behind him, spoke. His consciousness then snapped back to reality. That’s right. It’s literally now or never.  

For the first time in his life, Primo took those bravest steps as he uttered along the heavy sigh, "It's my duty to avenge your death... Father."

Meanwhile, in the seemingly empty building, Georgia also had her momentum to take a brave step. She has been watching everyone leaving by the window. She knew that she’s all alone now. And the sayings are true, you are inclined to feel a sense of deep reflection the moment you're alone.

“It’s someone’s father after all…” she spoke through the air as her eyes softened. She definitely didn’t know the entire story behind this ruckus, but she knew, she heard it from Primo himself–he lost his father.

She’s not heartless. She could still offer her sympathy. However, her current situation where she’s left and locked all alone in this gigantic building, makes her want to think otherwise.

“Shh!” Georgia slapped her head and stood up. “I have my own problem to deal with.” She says as she paces her way to the unlocked door to get out, and probably get a chance to escape. However, the moment she tilted the knob emerged a person beyond, jumping her out of surprise.

A woman in a red dress greeted her flustered appearance. There is a mysterious smile etched on the face of the woman as she scanned her from head to toe. Meanwhile, Georgia is stuck in her feet, not because of being wrong about being all alone, but the fact that she knows who this woman is.

“Jennifer Wills.”