The Return of The Mafia Boss

~Not All That Glitters is Gold~"Damn it, Andrès!" Emilia yelled at her husband in a fury. "What is this, Emilia? What are you getting so worked up about?" Andrès inquired, his voice tinged with confusion. "Are you actually slow? Or are you just pretending to be slow? She spat, with no remorse. "I am neither, but I need you to explain what this is about." Andrès requested. "Oh, Sweet Lord..." Emilia became frustrated and rubbed her tempo. "My friends always go shopping for nice things and take vacations with their husbands." Here I am, being mocked at every chance they get for being so broke and sticking to your sorry ass." She nagged. Andrès understood why she was fighting after hearing what she said, but he still did not get her point. She seemed to be trying to insinuate something, but she had not quite nailed it. Her nagging eventually became an echo in the room, but he still needed her to relax and understand him. He needed her to understand that not everything that gl

~Fury~Don Simon fixed his gaze on him and a tired smile played on his lips, "sit" Andrès walked back into the office and sat down on the chair opposite Don Simon."I am not getting any younger Andrès, and I have had an unhealthy eating habit in my younger years. I will be going for a heart surgery and the chances of me coming back is very slim. My survival rate is 50/50. As you are well aware, I have no family at all. I love you like a son which is why i will transfer the ownership of the company to you and put it in your name. I will also_"Andrès instantly felt a lump in his throat, "No, you can't do that. I am not worth it." Andrès interrupted Don Simon."That is your low self esteem speaking, you deserve everything good in life. Better than this in fact. Not to debate on this, just see it as you keeping it for me. Take care of it, nurture it. Then you can give it back when I return." Don Simon suggested.Andrès still felt uncomfortable with that. He loves his boss so much and in

~Tragedy~They were all arguing, each of the employees—Andrès co-workers. Andrès thought that he was going to lose his mind. In the midst of the entire commotion, it had not even occurred to him to search for his wife. He was so intent on getting his boss to the hospital. He could not even say for sure what had happened to the man.“How do we know that we can trust you and whatever it is that you’re saying?” A man shouted at the top of his voice. They had all left the boss who was now slumped on the floor, unmoving. “How do we know that you didn’t try to kill the boss yourself?”“Why would I try to have the boss killed?” Andrès yelled.“I don’t know. You tell me!”Andrès was tired of how foolish this entire thing was beginning to sound and he tried to reason with his fellow employees again.“Look, the important right now is that we get to the hospital. The man is dying over there, in case you all have not noticed.”As if a switched had been flicked on in their brains, the employees s

~Shattered~It’s funny how quickly time flies. In between the time that Joyce Meyers, Andrès’s attorney had come to see him with her ridiculous proposition, and now, he had not expected that a day would go by so quickly.It was the day of the court hearing. Andrès kept cursing inwardly, because he was so out of his depth here and he knew it. The officers had him bathe and put on new clothes as they wheeled a vehicle around that would take him to the court house. He sat there in the vehicle, chained and with his hands chained too. The chain connected to his feet.Andrès was totally lost as to what he was going to do. It felt like his life suddenly took a different turn. The door slid open and he was allowed out of the vehicle. His hands were still cuffed and being exposed to the harsh sunlight seemed to do something to his eyes, especially because he had been locked inside the cell all the while.He took a minute or so getting his eyes adjusted to the light before the guards pulled hi

~Prison Saga~ Andrès went to jail. For a crime he had not committed, and every single day, he was reminded of this grave injustice that was done to him. He felt like ripping the heads of the so-called high and mighty people in power who had wanted him down so bad they were willing to go as far as implicating him and then having him dumped in jail. But fifty years?! That was too much for a crime that he had not committed. Andrès felt like he was slowly losing his mind in the prison every day. And it did not help that the inmates all seemed to enjoy behaving like psychopaths. He had been assigned to toilet duties one morning, he was going about his work faithfully when he heard the sounds of coarse laughter and grunting. He was not new to these things. The prison was a dangerous seedy place where people were constantly being beaten and bullied and abused in one way or the other. And according to the stories of his cellmate, some people had even died a certain year due to the