The Mafia's Son

Chapter Two

As Vigo walked past the motel to the coffee shop, some guys, about five of them stopped him before he could enter the coffee shop.

Vigo noticed it was the men that bullied him always, every time they had the chance to do so, sometimes to get money from him. Today, Vigo wasn't ready to entertain them. He never did, though. He wasn't going to give them that chance of taking money from him.

"Hey, Vigo. About to go to work, I see?"

One of the guys whose name was Marvin said. He was the stockiest and the most dangerous, and the dumbest.

"I think a thousand bucks would do, huh?" Marvin asked Vigo. He and the rest of the gang circled him.

"Can you let me go please," Vigo said as he tried to walk past Marvin and his gang.

"No! You have to settle us first before we let you pass," another guy said.

Vigo was fed up with the same people trying to bully him all the time. He couldn't take it and what was worse, didn't even have enough to settle then so they could let him pass.

"I don't have a thousand bucks," Vigo said, sternly. "Now, would you let me pass?"

Marvin gave out a loud, malicious laugh.

"Do you think we'll let you pass if you don't pay us off? You have to pay us before we let you go and that'll be a thousand bucks."

"I can't," Vigo said. "I don't have a thousand bucks to give you."

"Oh, yeah?" Marvin asked. He pushed Vigo right on the chest. "Then we'll go about this the hard way."

Marvin and his gang members pushed Vigo around and when Vigo wanted to fight back, he got a hard blow from Marvin, knocking him off his feet. Marvin kept punching him in the face and on his abdomen.

Just then, a tall young man with raven black hair and broad shoulders came out of a black BMW and approached them.

"Leave him alone," he said in a deep, commanding voice. The way he spoke exuded authority enough to scare anyone off.

"Who are you?" Marvin asked the young man as he propped himself upwards. He looked up at the young man who towered over him. "Who do you think you are, huh?"

"Tell your guys to leave him alone," the man said, plainly.

Marvin and his gang broke into a fit of laughter.

"And what are you going to do if we don't leave him alone," Marvin said amidst the fit of laughter he was in. He moved closer to the man.

"You can't do anything, okay? Just mind your business and go back to where you're coming from or going to."

"Tell your guys to leave him alone," the man said, this time, fiercely.

Marvin pushed him on the chest. "You can't do anything about it."

Immediately, what seemed like the inner demon in the young man arose. He pushed Marvin back and gave him a bone-breaking blow on the nose. Immediately, blood spewed out of Marvin's nose in a frenzy. Another guy came in from the back and pulled the young man to punch him in the face, but he countered and threw a punch back at him.

Some other guy jumped at him from the back and held his neck, but he flung him away from him to the back.

Vigo watched as the young man tackled all five men that stopped him on his way to the coffee shop where he worked, making sure all of them crumble to the ground.

He couldn't believe just one guy would tackle Marvin and his gang members all by himself, effortlessly, without even getting wounded.

Terrified that they had even been subdued by just one man, Marvin, and his gang fled, from the premises.

The young man walked toward Vigo who was still on the ground, covered with dirt.

"I guess those guys wouldn't be coming any close to you anymore," the man said. He looked back at where Marvin and his guys had fled to and nodded. He handed out his hands to Vigo and helped him to his feet.

"Uh, thanks for helping me," Vigo said, politely. He dusted the sand from his body.

"I'm Connell. Cornell Roberts. You?" The young man asked Vigo.

"Uh, Vigo Rodriguez."

"Nice to meet you," Connell said, shaking hands with Vigo. "If those guys come looking for some more trouble again, you can call me. My number is here." Connell handed him out a business card which probably wasn't an actual business card.

"Thanks, " Vigo said again.

"I would have had a word with you, but I see you're probably late for work. Maybe we can find some time to talk. Would Saturday be good?"

"Yes, sure. Saturday would be great."

"I'll see you around, then," Connell said.

With one last look at Connell who was about to enter his car, Vigo hurried into the coffee shop. He was scared that his boss would sack him for being late, but then, his boss wasn't there. He was kind of glad when he saw that Lily, his best friend and colleague was covering for him.

"Hey, she said, merrily, from over the counter as Vigo walked in. "Late again?"

"I know. I kinda had a problem with Marvin and his guys."

"Oh," Lily said. "That explains why there's sand on your hair."

"There is?" Vigo asked, touching his hair.

"Yeah, let me help you with that.

Lily handpicked the little stones that were on Vigo's hair.

"Marvin and his guys are being a nuisance, seriously. I just hope, one day, they get arrested."

"Yeah. Thanks, Lily," Vigo said as she was done.

"You are welcome," she said with a smile on her face. "But don't get in trouble with those guys again. I mean, they're animals, seriously."

They both chuckled.

Lily had been Vigo's friend ever since they were little. After Vigo's parents died, her parents took him in till he was old enough to start a life.

With Lily, Vigo always felt comfortable and happy. She was the only one who he could trust or run to when anything went bad. He cared about Lily and he knew the feeling was mutual. After all, they had been through a lot together.

"What's that stuff in your pocket?" Lily asked as she saw the yellow card in Vigo's pocket.

"Uh, this," Vigo said, taking the card out of his pocket. "Some guy gave me this. You wouldn't believe he helped me I bring Marvin and his guys down when they were trying to fight me."

"Oh, wow," Lily said. "So what's the card about."

"He said I should call him if Marvin comes to look for more trouble. He also said he would want to have a conversation with me."

"Did he?" Lily asked, her eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like she was about to figure something out.

"Yes. He said he would love to have a word with me."

"Do you trust the guy?" Lily asked. She was skeptical about the whole thing. It seemed weird that someone would just want to have a conversation with Vigo out of the blues. . . and the fact that he was a total stranger?

"I mean, does he want to have a conversation with you? He just met you, right?"

"Well, yes," Vigo said, his eyebrows also furrowed. The way Lily sounded easily got him scared.

"I don't think you should call him?"

"Why? Why shouldn't I?" Vigo asked Lily who had a stern look placed on her face.

"I think he might be dangerous."