The Mafia, His Troublemaker, and Their Daughter

Chapter 3: Anklet

Chapter 3: Anklet

Liam’s P.O.V.

Sometimes memories stink but you have to let it be remembered or be thankful that this thing happened because of the lesson you just learned. It can be a broken yesterday but can be also called home, you never know how much it affected you as the person you are right now. you might feel like you have been losing control but remember the dark days of your life are just part of the journey and not your final destination. Pack up and get ready to face Liam and Ivy's memories of 8 years ago...

8 years ago

I was looking at the anklet left in my condo, it was a moon anklet made for women. I smiled when I realized who was the owner this, I tried to use the microscope and magnifying glass trying to find any clues for the owner of this anklet but I didn’t see anything.

“f**k! Who was that?” I asked in anger, that woman never leaves my mind after that night, I want to know who she is.

“Dude, you look so frustrated,” Matteo teases me and I just give him my middle finger. He laughed.

“Why dude, can’t get off your mind? You such a weak man,” he added and I throw him whatever I can handle.

“What the heck dude, that scissor can kill me, are you out of your mind?” Mat asks in disbelief and I don’t care about him.

“Just accept it, dude, you just have fallen,” he added again and I was about to get other scissors but my secretary entered my office.

“Sir, these are the papers given by sir Ralph, and he told me to tell you that sir Lloyd has sent emails to you,” my secretary told me, and I nodded, I get the envelope from him and opened it.

“What was that, under the diamonds?” Matteo asks and I just ignored him, he will just ruin my analysis.

I read the document inside and it made me frown, the things here just made the problems more complex, I opened my laptop, looked for Lloyd’s email and I saw footage with attached pdf files. It was all connected to the issue we were trying to solve. The Dirty business of the gas lines station nearby.

“Is it still complex?” Matteo asks seriously now, as I gave him the envelope.

“Well, it becomes more complex, pieces of evidence and witnesses are having contradicting points and it will be so dangerous for the prosecutor,” I said thinking while my hand is under my chin.

“Well, it is complex but everything is making sense now, we can start checking on the dead bodies again, we have access to the records of the recently killed criminals, we can connect them to this, and this man Franco will be having the end of his lifetime,” Matteo said getting excited.

“I guess drink will be great for tonight,” he even suggested. f**k drinking I don’t want to drink again and f**k a woman, who will make me crazy.

“Wow, you are not agreeing? You were hurting my feelings dude, we just get some reliable news and you won’t celebrate?” Matteo acted as if he was so hurt I was about to punch him but the boys entered my office. I massage head because I know how my office could end up after their presence.

“Dude, let’s go to Robles, don’t mess up with my office!” I shouted at them and they immediately run out of my office, such a kid!

We drink a lot in the Robles, this is our favorite clubhouse in town, well we have connections with the owner. My friends joined the crowd acting crazy, I just can’t believe these Billionaire idiots can dance like that, they look dumb shits.

We drink a lot, bucket after bucket, buffet after buffet, but of course, we can still stand strong, we are not yet that drunk. But the i***t owner of this bar serves us his new drinks that made us out of our minds. I am starting to lose my mind, and I ended up being in that room again.

The woman moaned when I touch her gently, she is not pushing me or anything so I concluded she want this too. I started to crawl my fingers around her body, damn this body is heaven, she has an hourglass body which makes me more turned on. She never disagreed whenever and wherever I touch her. She will moan and move to my rhythm. Damn!

“Hmm,” she moaned again. My head is spinning a bit and I can’t open my eyes clear, I even haven’t seen the face of this woman. But f**k I want to bury my c**k all over her. And so I did.

“Ah…” we were so lost with each other that we made it over and over again. We just didn’t do it once nor twice, I lost count of how many times we have done it. But when I wake up. The woman was nowhere to be found.

“Damn!” I hissed, my head hurts, because of that freaking drink, what on earth was put in that? s**t! It hurts even more when I remembered that dream, I opened my eyes and I am in the same place, where it all happened. s**t, it was a month after that night, and I still can’t get over her. What’s with that woman?

As I get off the bed my eyes become blurry but I still managed to walk straight, I went to the comfort room and cleaned my face. After washing I reach for my pocket and look for the anklet. I examine it again and was thinking of throwing it.

“What about I put you in this trash bin, will I ever forget that woman?” I asked myself in the mirror, but also disagreed with that thought and put it back again in my pocket.

I went to our headquarters to plan our next movement, on how we can ditch that corrupt businessman. My teammates were so focused and here I am listening carefully. I know they will always have more than just one plan so I decided to just listen and summarize their plans later.

“Liam, I know you can contact that man, we’ll use your casino, that man is fun of gambling, we will use that,” Killian suggested and I nodded. He is right that man is mad sick of gambling he is willing to let go of everything just to fulfill his will to win the game.

“All set, I guess we can now collaborate with the soldiers?” The right hand of our boss stated and we all agreed. I went straight to my office and asked my secretary about our casino, he gave me the details which made me come up with my solo plan, well the plan still interconnects with their plan.

I decided to go for groceries that night after working the whole day, I just realized that my fridge is already empty and I need to re-stock. I got the cart and started to shop for essentials and foods to eat, anything that can fill my fridge, I even brought the ice cream, as if I will eat it, well, I’ll just give it to my dog, I am not fun of eating ice cream I prefer coffee but here I am buying ice cream. I checked the things in my cart and when I realized I have all the things I need I went straight to the cashier.

“Ma’am I am sorry but your credit card was denied,” the cashier said to the woman in front of me.

“Oh shocks, can you try again please?” the woman asks the cashier politely.

“Ma’am sorry it was denied, maybe you have the cash there,” the cashier suggested and the lady sighed in disbelief.

“I only have 1,500 here, it is not enough can you try this instead?” the lady offered her debit card.

“I am sorry ma’am your debit card is also denied by our system,” the lady is too stressed now so I bat in.

“Hmm, how much is her bill?” the cashier was stunned when I speak so the lady answered me with a heads up.

“5114.50 pesos sir, by the way, can you lend me some money?” she said straightforwardly without any hesitations, hmm, I like her vibe, she can say whatever she wants.

“Okay,” I answered her and gave her 5,000 pesos. She smiled and looked back again.

“Ivy Gonzalez, please visit Jayze G Pharmacy nearby so I can pay you back, that was owned by my father, I also work part-time there,” she said and smiled.

“Alright, Ivy,” I accepted her offer. Well, she’s beautiful and has her words, that was also 5,000 so I will definitely go there, other than that, I am interested.

“You, what’s your name?”

“Liam Vasquez.”

“Nice to meet you and thank you, see you around, don’t worry I’ll pay you, sir,” she said politely and pushed her cart.

Sir? Why on earth could he call me sir, I am not that old, she only looks like 3-4 years younger than me. Whatever, I want to know more about her.

Jayze G. Pharmaceutical? Sounds familiar…

Sometimes memories stink, but you have to let them be remembered or be thankful for the lessons they teach you. A broken yesterday can still be called home – you never know how much it has shaped the person you are today. While it might feel like you've been losing control, remember that the dark days are just part of the journey, not your final destination. With that in mind, let's dive into Liam and Ivy's memories from 8 years ago...

As I left the grocery store, the name "Jayze G Pharmacy" triggered a faint memory. It sounded familiar, as if I had come across it before. The puzzle pieces of my past and present seemed to be slowly converging, and I couldn't help but wonder if fate was playing a hand in bringing Ivy and I together once again.

The Anklet, a symbol of an unresolved connection, hung in my thoughts, a reminder of a night that had left its mark on both our lives. Little did I know that fate had more surprises in store, weaving our paths together in unexpected ways.

As the days passed, my focus returned to our mission. Collaborating with my team, we strategized on how to take down the corrupt businessman and unravel the web of deceit surrounding the gas station. The puzzle pieces were slowly falling into place, and I was determined to ensure that justice prevailed.

Amidst the chaos, a chance encounter at a grocery store unexpectedly brought a new face into my life. Waiting in line, I observed a woman ahead of me, her frustration evident as her credit card was repeatedly declined. A sense of intrigue compelled me to intervene, and I offered to cover her bill.

"Ma'am, your credit card was denied," the cashier explained.

"Oh no, can you try again, please?" she responded, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but it's still not going through. Do you have cash?" the cashier suggested.

"I only have 1,500 pesos, and it's not enough. Can you try my debit card?" she asked, her patience wearing thin.

"Ma'am, your debit card is also being declined," the cashier informed her.

Feeling a sense of empathy, I stepped forward. "How much is her total?"

The cashier hesitated before telling me the amount, and I handed the woman 5,000 pesos. Her gratitude was evident, and I found myself drawn to her straightforward and polite demeanor.

"Ivy Gonzalez, please visit Jayze G Pharmacy nearby so I can pay you back. That's my father's store, and I work part-time there," she offered with a warm smile.

"Sure, Ivy," I agreed, intrigued by the prospect of seeing her again.

"What's your name?" she inquired.

"Liam Vasquez."

"Nice to meet you and thank you. See you around, and don't worry, I'll pay you back, sir," she said before continuing with her cart.

Her use of the title "sir" amused me. I wasn't that much older than her, but I didn't dwell on it. There was something intriguing about Ivy, something that made me want to know more about her.

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