Mafially Yours

6

I went to the bed and sat down, feeling a bit confused. Why does Dad have this fancy room? It doesn't look like it belongs to someone who runs a company. I don't even know who Huncho is or the others. Are they Dad's coworkers or friends? If they work with him, why do they have this house? And if they're friends, why this room?

I looked around again, wondering if all this is normal. Why is this place in the middle of nowhere? Are they doing company stuff here? Why not at the actual company? And what was Damien talking about? What did I do to make them hate me so much? Why do people want to harm Dad and me? So many questions filled my head. I held my head in my hands and closed my eyes. These thoughts overwhelmed me. I just wanted to be home, in bed, feeling safe. I tried to push away the heavy thoughts and unanswerable questions by pressing my head with my hands, hoping they would disappear.

I need to leave. I need to find Huncho. I got up and walked to the door. I sighed to calm myself a little bit, but it didn't do much. I pressed my ear to the door to make sure there was no one before opening it. I slowly looked outside. When I didn't find anyone and didn't hear any sound on the whole floor, I stepped out of the room. I hurried to the stairs. I walked to the floor with all the boys' rooms. I looked from the big balcony to the first floor and found no one. It was weird how everyone was nowhere to be found, but I took it as an opportunity to run down the stairs and to the door. I didn't look behind me once. I opened the door slowly and looked outside. They were all standing on the big stairs that led to the front door. I stood still for a few seconds to think about what I would do. I looked to my left and silently ran to the bushes and hid behind them. I looked again to make sure they didn't see me, but I saw a strange thing.

Huncho was standing with his back facing me, his hands in his pockets, and a lot of men were walking towards him and back, transporting boxes into a big truck. I frowned. I saw Damien and Fred going back and forth. I looked back at Huncho, with his long black coat, boots, and black pants, watching everyone as a leader. What caught my attention was way different from all of this, each one of these men had a gun tucked in their back pocket, and Huncho's was in his coat pocket. Is that even safe?

"Huncho, the stuff is almost in the car," Damien yelled from far away.

Huncho nodded. "Count the money." He pointed at the three suitcases right at his feet.

I was confused about whatever they were doing. I kept thinking about what was inside these boxes and why they were getting all this money.

"Fred, close the truck and come; Damien and Marco will go." Huncho turned to walk back to the car. I gasped and moved behind the bushes. "Boys, make sure to count the money correctly, I really don't trust this guy, last time was really not fun," he yelled at Damien and what I assumed to be Marco as they got into the cars and were getting ready to drive. Fred joined Huncho on the stairs and walked up the stairs and to the house. What they said intrigued me, but I was more focused on leaving without anyone seeing me than knowing what was in the boxes.

I scanned the fences and the front gate, trying to decide which was safer for you. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and gasped. When I turned, my eyes were greeted with Huncho's angry eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He hissed.

I didn't know what to say, but I didn't think much of it either. "What! I was just looking around."

He raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to leave the room unless –"

"Huncho,"

Both our eyes turned to whoever yelled from next to the boxes, Damien looked back at us and waved at Huncho. Huncho looked back at me, huffed, and grabbed my arm to lead me inside, but I stopped him.

"I'm leaving," I said, clenching my jaw. My only concern was how to get out of there.

He stared at me for a few seconds, then grabbed my arm again and pulled me harder up the stairs. We walked inside, and he closed the door behind us. He looked at me for a couple of seconds, then shook his head and looked away.

"You're abnormal. Crazy!" His voice was low, as if wanting to leave had stopped bothering him.

"If you hate me so much, then let me leave!" I fired back, bringing his eyes back to me.

He opened his mouth to respond, but the door opened, cutting short what he was going to say again. Damien walked in, gave me a death stare, and looked back at Huncho.

"Is she still whining about wanting to leave?"

I stared back at him, watching him from head to toe, with his long, wavy dark hair that barely touched his shoulder, his narrowed dark blue eyes, his jaw sharper than a knife, his thick eyebrows, all that on one hand, and his evil smirk that he gave me every time he was around on the other.

Huncho ignored what he said: "Is everything okay out there?"

"Yes, they're getting ready to leave. I came to tell you something quick before we go." Damien looked at me and smirked, with gum in his mouth. For some reason, every time I saw him, I felt like I was an amusement to him.

"Look," I said, breaking the silence. "I will just leave and save everyone the trouble. Just tell me how to go, and you simply won't see me again."

The laugh Damien let out annoyed me, but what he said irritated me, "Let her go, man; if she says she can protect herself, then she's responsible for whatever happens to her."

Huncho gave Damien a stare that made him step back, then Huncho looked back at me.

"I can't."

"Why!" I yelled.

"I told you before."

Damien let out a sarcastic laugh. "How ironic that the person you're protecting is the person responsible for our boss's death."

"Damien!" Huncho yelled for the first time with such anger that it moved the walls, along with my heart dropping. I felt dizzy for a few seconds. I was speechless.

"W-what?"

"Damien!"

"No, she has to know." Damien yelled back at Huncho, then looked back at me and said, "Yes, what I said is what you heard,"

Huncho stepped closer to him, but he didn't stop.

"You are the reason..." Before he could say anything, Huncho's fist met Damien's jaw. Damien looked at Huncho with so much anger and hatred. "She has to know!" He yelled. His voice was full of rage and pain.

"When I say shut your mouth, you shut. Your. Mouth." Huncho's tone didn't match his action at all. His tone was calm and low, the opposite of my emotions.

"Damien, explain to me: h-how am I the reason for my father's death?"

"Elena," Huncho said to me.

"No,"

"Elena, stop." He stepped closer to me, but I stepped towards Damien.

"Tell me." My voice was getting louder. I was getting impatient. I was fighting to keep my tears from falling. I didn't want to show my weakness. "Tell me," I screamed.

I realized that I was going to hit him or punch him in any way after I was held back by Huncho, but that didn't stop me. I moved my body from Huncho's grip and grabbed the gun in his pocket, then stepped back.

"One of you should explain to me right now what he just said, or I will kill you both."

My heart was racing, and my vision wasn't clear. Even my hands were shaking.

"Elena, calm down." Huncho tried to step towards me, but I stepped back and held the gun tighter.

"Tell me!" I yelled again.

"Elena," Huncho tried to calm me, not looking scared or thinking that I had the courage.

I pulled the trigger. "Tell me now or I will actually kill you."

Damien's facial reaction changed from calm to alert, but not Huncho's.

"Fine." His voice was still calm, and his nerves were still relaxed. "I will tell you everything."

My vision was a movie scene of a gun pointed at Huncho, and his hands were moving in slow motion in defence, trying to calm me down. That was my last image before I let my eyes blink for the first time in so long. My tears finally ran freely down my cheeks.