Caught in The Mafia’s Web

Chapter Two

Aurora’s POV

“I should have informed you beforehand, Greg is as cunning as a fox, playing mind games with his therapist is his forte,” Dennis stated, with his hand to his chin.

“How about telling me how he unlived them? You sent me on a mission in a room full of grenades with a ticking time bomb and you expect me not to fail? What do I call this, mercy? “ He gaped at me trying to form a coherent response, but I quickly got up to my feet in a bid to take my leave.

Outside the prison, I made my way to the car and took a seat, waiting impatiently for Mr. Dennis. “Look, I understand that this is frustrating and I take the blame for not telling you every single detail, you didn't deserve that and for that, I sincerely apologize. The fact that he kept indulging shows that he is willing to at least talk to you.” He said the moment he got into the car.

“Hell No! I do not want to associate myself with such a psycho, I want nothing to do with him.” I declared firmly and Dennis, seeing that I was adamant, he turned on the ignition and we made our way to the airport.

After hours of the unending flight, I was back at my house, it wasn't luxurious but it was perfect. I soon noticed a strange vehicle parked just beside my apartment, it had me anxious and suspicious all at once. Whoever parked that vehicle would have meant to come visit me, cause that's my lawn.

As I made my way into the living room, the smell of a strong masculine perfume ushered me, making me even more cautious and curious. Someone had definitely been in here.

I dropped my bag on the side table before sinking into my couch and immediately I heard the sound of plates clattering in the Kitchen which propelled me to my feet, grabbing anything I could consider as a weapon, which was apparently just my remote control.

I walk towards the Kitchen slowly and as quietly as a feather falling, my heart beating at an increasingly rapid pace. I was battling so much with my intrusive thoughts as I let them get the better of me but I remained calm.

The minute I stepped into the Kitchen, the air in the kitchen was still and lifeless, there were only broken plates scattered all over the floor.

“Goddamn it!” I cursed under my breath as I lowered my weapon and carefully tried to grab the broken pieces.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” I jerked back up, turning around to grab my weapon only to be met with an almost seven-foot-tall man staring down at me. “Really?” He asked half laughing after seeing what I had opted for as my choice of weapon.

“Who the f**k are you and how did you get into my apartment?” I questioned almost out of breath.

“I think you should learn to tone down the delicious delicacies sometimes. I am tired of eating fast food knowing that our leader has a beautiful Chef for a girlfriend.” He stated.

“Excuse me, what the hell are you on about? I am calling the cops right now.” I said reaching for my phone but I was taken aback when I realised I wasn't with it.

“Looking for something? Perhaps this?” He asked, waving my phone in the air like a prized possession.

“No, you did not! Give me that back.” I ordered with an attempt to reach for it but it was raised high far above my head. “Who are you? and, why are you stalking me?” I inquired.

“How about we have a little chat in the living room.” He gestured for me to follow as he took the lead to the living room.

I sank into my couch yet again while watching him sit comfortably eating cookies from my kitchen.

“Are we going to have a conversation now or is this the point where I call the cops on you?” I asked, annoyed by him being too comfortable.

“Take a chill pill young lady. If I wanted to hurt you, you would be long gone, there is no way you could have escaped me, not with that.” He said, gesturing to the remote, his countenance accompanied by an eye roll as he placed his dirty shoes on the table.

“So speak up then,” I said, already fed up with his stupid games.

“I am offering you protection.” He blurted out, almost causing me to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Thank you, but I am sorry I do not need anyone protecting me. So you leave now the same way you came!” I exclaimed, clearly pissed that a stranger had trespassed into my apartment.

“Well, you might be right about that because I have been stuck out there watching over this apartment for days all for you. But here’s the thing, there is someone who would chop off my head in an instant if I don’t do my job.”

What exactly was he talking about? I could remember leaving for Alabama with no trace of a vehicle parked outside my apartment and suddenly there was one.

“You still haven't answered my question, Who the hell are you?” I asked for the umpteenth time.

He straightened his back and sat up, staring at me dead in the eye for a few seconds. I could tell he was trying to be careful about whatever Information slipped out of his mouth.

“I’m not one to usually spill the beans or go about rule-breaking but I'd do it just this once. My name is Maxen and I am Greg Hathaway’s second in command, more like his right-hand man.”

His introduction had me totally dumbfounded. How is this happening? How possible was it for Greg to have done this while he was still locked up with no communication from the outside?

“You think I am stupid and have no brains I guess, you must see me as a toddler.” Greg is locked away in prison, how would he have sent you to do this?” I replied and he responded with a grin.

“You truly belittle Greg and have no idea what he is capable of doing. I do not blame you, young lady. There is still a lot you need to learn about Greg.” He stated.

I watched him attentively for a moment, trying to make sense of all he had just said. “If you have been sent here by Greg, may I ask why because I have no business with him,” I asked with unwavering eyes.

“How about you find that out for yourself?” He said with a vivid smirk on his face as he took his phone out of his pocket. “Speaking with Greg might give you the sense of clarity you are seeking and then you’d finally believe me.”

I watch him dial a number before placing the call on speaker when the same annoying and familiar voice of Greg hits the phone speaker catching me off guard as my eyes pop in disbelief.

“I'm guessing you have already met my second in command, Maxen.” He says with a hint of pride in his voice.

“You can’t be taking calls from the Prison, How is this possible?” I replied, with evidence of doubt hitched in my tone.

“I take calls from anywhere, even a rat hole because I am GREG Hathaway. One more thing, I advise you to keep shut about this else you are going to get whatever comes with snitching and you do not want to know what happens to snitches.” He threatens as his voice becomes slightly deeper.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked

“It is simple, I want to see you again Aurora. Come complete what you started, you have already begun the first session, I look forward to the rest of the sessions with you.” He concluded and immediately he hung up.