Predestined for the mafia boss

Memories

Lyana

I go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, and I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help.

From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the Red Square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother.

I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.

When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table, and weigh the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can feel the weight of that look so strong in his grotesque ways and the cruel way he was punishing those men by spreading the blood on the ground.

I feel my heart accelerating more and more, nothing is as simple as it should be but I am completely alone within the madness that has formed and I can still feel the sweet taste of that warm blue look. It’s like climbing into a heaven of madness and descending directly into hell.

I jump in the chair scared by the knock on the door, my heart sinks divided between fear and reality, he promised he would leave me alone. He’s a mobster... shouldn’t you trust him so why the hell do I want to see him again?

Did I become some kind of suicidal?

The beat repeats then I force my legs to flutter to the door, meeting with Elysa one of the nurses who has noticed my change but respects my space, her suspicious look at the same time worried almost tears the words from my mouth.

"Doctor Rodrigues, a patient wishes to speak to you."

I raise my eyebrow without understanding, the older woman turns to the side extending her hand and the tall man appears in my vision, I feel like I’m entering a tunnel of nightmares. I need to blink a few times to regain the sanity that runs like rainwater toward a manhole.

I take two steps back making room for him to enter the office, I see the quick exchange of looks with Elysa is something that just ignites anger that I did not even imagine I could have. When the door closes behind him I just don’t understand how from one moment to the next my life can turn into this madness.

"You look so beautiful." Your voice hurts my heart.

I turn my face completely stunned, tears quickly fill my eyes fungus a little without wanting to let the hiccup escape.

"My rose, let me see your eyes," she asks fondly.

I lift my face open my eyelids and find the aching look of the man who should call him father, but who abandoned us when we needed him most. Time seems to have worn his skin with some signs of wrinkles in the corners but the hair and the beard keep leaving him charming as Mom always called.

"You abandoned us." That’s all I can say.

He takes two steps towards me as I take two steps back, I can not stand his presence knowing how much Mom suffered from his departure.

"Daughter."

"No." I scream furious and hurt "Go away."

I turn my back on him, leaving the tears dripping heavily along with the memories and longing of when we were a family. The huge arms wrap my body in a strong embrace, I give in.

"I need you to listen to what I have to say pink." Her sorry voice attracts my attention.

I push her arms and walk towards the table imposing a safe distance between us as she points to the chair on the other side, her sad gaze almost manages to disarm some of my barriers but lifts her head.

"You can talk." I set off fireworks internally to be able to talk safely.

He nods as if he understands some of the emotions that are circling my heart, but I doubt he can.

"When we need to come to Russia, your mother already knew that she would need to stay away from you" - I open my mouth to answer but he raises his hand - "Just listen to my daughter, her grandfather was a very powerful man, in reality, he was the leader of Orekhov the most powerful mafia in the south of the country, I didn’t let you or your mother walk away so you’d stay out of business."

He finishes talking by running his hand on the thick threads as I get my mouth open and quickly a hysterical laugh runs away from my lips, I feel the contempt growing inside me.

"You’re amazing after all this time making up a story like that."

"Lyana!" - Her voice comes out firm and authoritative like thunder the same way when she fought me. - "Did you ever stop to think about the reasons that caused our definitive move to Russia?"

"Grandpa was sick." I counter what I always believed.

"And that was reason enough to change our lives? - he raises an eyebrow. - "We could have returned to Brazil when he died."

This time I’m silent without any answer, it hurts her for his absence in my life and everything else still weighs the same way I miss my mother.

"Your mother didn’t have a heart attack, she was poisoned."

I widen my eyes completely unbelieving but feeling the sharp end of the truth against my heart.

"Then tell me the whole truth."