Mafially Yours

27

I let out a long breath and internally rolled my eyes. He watched me, maybe he was waiting for me to leave the room but I walked closer to the desk and sat on the empty chair in front of it.

"Can you at least explain what is going on?" I asked.

He let out a small laugh and closed his eyes. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink.

"You looked good yesterday," he smiled, ignoring my question.

"Huncho," I called, "I am confused. Why does Fox hate you so much? And what business did you even have together? And–"

"Elena," he called with a cold tone that rang through the walls of the room, "I have a headache, and this isn't a game. This is serious. So don't annoy me."

"Maybe I can help you."

"No, you can't."

"But–"

"You. Can't." He raised his eyes to meet mine, making sure that his words would go through me.

"I hate how belittle you think of me," I stayed and fought, not because I wanted to defend myself but because I wanted to help him.

"Elena," He closed his eyes, demanding peace that I knew wouldn't give him unless he told me what was going on.

"Okay, maybe you just need to talk to be clear with yourself, you know, map your ideas," I stared at him and him at me. He didn't know if he should tell me or not but I could tell he was enjoying the game I was playing. He moved forward in his chair with a soft smirk on his lips. He placed his glass and crossed his arms on the desk.

"Okay," he nodded, challenging me to prove that I can be helpful as promised, "someone is betraying me who was at the party yesterday," he started. He took a pencil leaned back on his chair and started playing with the pencil between his fingers, "so I came up with an idea to tell a different boy in a different gang or mafia a different place of where I keep my SP pills so he tells Fox," he gave me a few seconds to make sense of what he said. But little did he know, I heard everything yesterday, so I knew in advance what he was going to explain. "Then, I told them to come and tell me if they see one of the men there."

"What if only the boy goes without telling Fox? Or what if another boy that you told goes to have the pills on his own?"

"There isn't one boy that will go without having good security with him. Not to mention that they wouldn't want their bosses to find out they are betraying them. If it isn't the boy that is working with Fox, he wouldn't have the courage to go alone."

"Wow, genius," I nodded and he gave me a scoff, "so why are you stressed now?"

"I am not stressed."

"Then why have you been in this position for the past twelve hours?"

He raised one eyebrow and studied me. I leaned back in my chair waiting for a response.

"Are you spying on me?"

"No, I just saw you wearing the same thing as last night, and last night you were sitting the same way so," I shrugged, very proud of myself for the fast lie I came up with but from his smirk, I knew he wasn't sold. "Okay, but what if no one shows up because they are just scared? Or maybe they won't do it today another day?"

"They are all stupid. They would want the drugs to trade with the money. Or they would just sell it. They would need them as soon as possible. And if whoever it is, is smart he would pick today because it is the day after the party. The day I am not focused and hungover."

"Are you?"

"No. They don't know that though."

"Even if whoever is goes today, he won't go in the bright morning, he will go at night."

"You watch too much television," he smirked again, "but you're right."

I sat there with a big smile on my face. Admitting that something I said made sense to him was the biggest accomplishment I had done that day.

"But you looked good in red, you."

"Thank you. I remember that is your favorite color," I smiled.

"Yours too."

After a few minutes, we decided to finally go to the kitchen and make breakfast together but that didn't happen. He just stood there the whole time, watching me make us sandwiches.

The silence was abrupted by his phone ringing. He immediately left his glass and answered his phone. I looked at him, waiting to hear why this caller got so much attention out of Huncho. I was lucky enough that he put his call on speaker.

"Sanchez." He called.

"Yes, Huncho. Men came here and they are looking everywhere for the SP pills, men from Fox's side, and –"

"Who did you talk to yesterday, Sanchez?" He asked the question he needed an answer for.

"Rio."

"Who's man is that?"

"The Kings."

"John Jerry?"

"Yeah."

Huncho hung up when he heard the name he was waiting for. He started looking through his phone then pressed it on his ears and started walking away from the kitchen.

"John? It's Huncho. I need to meet you as soon as possible."