s*x And Gambit

11: I saved an angel

Two days and I won’t lie that I wasn’t freaking pout already. I had always know my father loved so many thing except his children, at least not before his one love, my mother died. He still felt it was my fault and I knew it was.

She was just scared of leaving, scared that my father doesn’t know what it takes to be a father.

She was his first choice, but she wasn’t his family’s choice so she never got married to him.

Going round town and seeing the tax was okay, I decided to check rebel region. The areas that think they know better than to obey us because they have the other family, the same family that stared my s**t. It was past 5 pm and the cold evening breeze gave me a sense of calmness. I would not kill someone today unless I really have to.

Getting to the site, I was impressed to notice their scared level of security. It was cute, especially when I knew who would set such style. The building and walls leading to the alley was tall and dark, although it was day, I would say it was a typical scary place for every woman. Well, not all women, women like the beauty privileged b***h won’t be scared.

Thinking of the devil, Vera walked out of the shadows.

“Cousin, nice you decide to grace us with your presence” she said with a smile.

I knew she was up to something. I knew she was still worried sick about her brother but my territory is mine, it has been only for the first born De Luca, legitimate or not, always the first born.

”you know the rules, Vera” I said as I walked to her.

While she obviously looked for what to say, I stared at her, at the girl I once had a crush on. I was 13 and stupid! Gosh! It would have been worse than killing a family member.

“How greedy are you, Alex?” she intoned.

She looked bitter, enraged and like she needed to say something else.

“You have my attention, say it” I said dryly.

She looked behind and a young girl slowly walked out. She looked like she won’t be more than 14, obviously malnourished, still cute looking and blonde.

“I found her, I want to send her for it” she said.

I forced myself not to react. She was definitely trying to pull my legs and I know. She knew she would not just talk about selling a child in front of me and I won’t help, that, which was part of my weakness. I don’t let people hurts kids, I don’t mess with kids!

“You know I don’t look over it” I said as I looked over to the girl.

She looked scarred, it broke my heart.

“I am Alex. I am friendly and I won’t let anyone hurt you again” I said.

Vera scoffed, she looked at the girl dryly and fold her arm across her chest. With the look on her face, I knew she was up to something, something that would not go well.

“I don’t care what your pain is, Vera, if you harm this girl, I would give you something real to cry about” I said.

She sniffed.

“You have Zora. She is the only one that left the bathroom after Didi’s death” she walked closer “if she is indeed fishy, she will end up like your Zora, cold, and dead!”

Her eyes were red, she really loved her brother.

If only someone would live me too. Someone alive though.

“Zora is under my care. I assure she didn’t kill your brother and if you don’t want more s**t with me, lets deal with it as family, Vera” I said.

She glared at me, tears rolled down her eyes.” Your father asked me to take this place for one month. And also invited me to the family discussion” she said with rage and pride.

She looked so confident and I knew she would never lie about my father and the invitation was for family, all the De Luca’s. The least of what I should be worried about was my real problem, Zora. I just felt I could not always be there for her. What of history happens?

The hell was I thinking! She lives in my house because of she is a witness! She is nothing.

I might get to believe it soon.

I watched her walk, that was all I could do.

Well, I didn’t waste my time because I saved an angel.

“What’s your name?” I asked as I walked away.

She followed, struggling to keep up.

“My name is Gia, I am 14 and my parents are dead” she said.

I stopped to look at her but she didn’t look sad, she looked relieved.

“I believe you would help, sir. I don’t know any family and I have been in the street sine I could remember”

Damn! I didn’t know how to feel. Should I be complimented, worried, or what?

I wanted to give her a hug but I fear she would be scared or think something else. I wanted to tell her that she would be fine but I didn’t know if I would really be able to be there all the time for her. Since it was almost evening and I still had one location to check, I nodded and walked away. She followed in silent.

Don’t worry, Gia, you will be fine. I just needed to fix some personally business.

I strutted down the dimly lit streets, my footsteps echoing against the concrete. The city was mine, my territory, and I was here to ensure that everything was running smoothly. As a mafia man, it was my duty to inspect every corner, every business, and every individual who owed their allegiance to me.

The night air was thick with an undercurrent of tension and fear. The flickering streetlights cast long shadows, creating a haunting ambiance that matched the nature of my work. I adjusted the collar of my tailored suit, the fabric hugging my frame, a symbol of power and authority.

My eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sights and sounds of my domain. The dark alleys whispered secrets, and the graffiti-covered walls served as a canvas for my influence. I could feel the pulse of the city, the heartbeat of the underworld, throbbing beneath the surface.

I approached a local bar, the entrance guarded by two burly men. They recognized me instantly, their expressions changing from stern to deferential. I nodded in acknowledgment, a silent signal for them to let me through. The heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses.

The patrons turned their heads as I entered, their conversations silenced by my presence. They knew better than to interrupt my inspection. I walked through the crowd with purpose, my eyes lingering on each face, gauging their loyalty, their fear. The scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey filled the air, blending with an undercurrent of apprehension.

I made my way to the back room, the nerve center of the establishment. The room was filled with a haze of cigar smoke, and a round table dominated the center, where my lieutenants sat, and discussing business. They rose as I entered, their expressions a mix of respect and caution.

We delved into the matters at hand, discussing profits, rivalries, and potential threats. Each word was measured, each decision calculated. The room was filled with the weight of responsibility, the awareness that our actions could shape the fate of the entire organization.

Once the meeting concluded, I left the bar, my presence leaving an indelible mark. The streets were alive with anticipation, knowing that I had passed through, asserting my authority. The city belonged to me, and every soul within it danced to the tune I orchestrated.

As I walked away, my mind churned with plans and strategies. The constant struggle for power and control was a test of cunning and strength. It was a life I had chosen, a life I relished.

Inspecting my territory was more than a routine task; it was a reminder of the power I held and the legacy I was building. The city may change, new players may emerge, but as long as I walked these streets, my presence would be felt. I was the shadow that loomed over the city, the embodiment of fear and respect.

With each step, I embraced the weight of my responsibilities, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. This was my world, and I was its undisputed king.

It was better than thinking about her, Zora!