Living with the Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 4

Teresa… The name she hadn’t been called since her parents died.

She couldn’t seem to comprehend who and how the person knew her by that name . This sent chills along her spine. “Who is this?” She asked in a bold yet shaky voice. “And do I know you?”

“You don’t need to know. I have your uncle here with me. If you want him alive, you’d cautiously do as I say,” the voice said sternly.

“What do you want?” The call dropped dead after her question. She didn’t get a response.

Logan, who had been tied up in the room for hours, restricted him to limited movement. His head drooping to the side as if he had lost consciousness. The blood from his wound which trickled down had dried up, sticking his clothes to his skin. With any rough pull ripping his skin out.

Ricardo stepped into the room graciously with a cell phone in his hand. “I have recent news for you."

Logan raised his head in response to his voice. “Please, I’m begging you do not harm her. You’ve already done all the harm you could think of to me, if I may believe. So leave her out of this.”

“Tsk,” Ricardo scoffed as away from coming up with a response.

A sudden sound of crushed bones echoed across the room. Logan’s nose was now bleeding as a result of the blow from Ricardo. “You don't tell me what to do… that’s a thing you should know.” The cell phone rang, drawing his attention from Logan. He tilted his head towards the sound. “Seems like she has made a decision already.”

He stepped out of the room with the cellphone in his hand.

At the hallway… “So a thing or two may have happened, and I know it’s strange to you . This means you have to keep your mouth shut and your head low. Expect my call in a few hours for your next instruction”.

The call ended after the man had dropped his last word. Tessa, in total confusion, immediately locked the doors and goes up to her room. She looked through the window and found a black car parked beside the sidewalk opposite her house. There was someone in the car, but she couldn’t tell if she was being watched, but her instincts told her she was.

She was having internal thoughts about the whole situation: “I can’t just stay put. I need to find out what I need to know”.

She left immediately for her uncle’s room, which she found locked. She didn’t find it strange that Logan locked his room because she hadn’t been to his room. Pulling the hair pin from her hair, she tried the trick used in movies.

Logan’s room was so plain. A drawer was beside his bed and his closet a few feet away from the bed. Tessa had checked it and found nothing but pins and pens with lots of mint sweets. She took some of the mint sweets. “I’ll save them for later” shoving it into her pocket. Just before she stepped out of the room, she was drawn back to the closet. Tessa didn’t really give much attention to the closet at first, to give Logan privacy. She searched the clothes on the hangers for anything she could find, but they were all surprisingly empty. Not even a pin. She bent down to check the floors only to find a tile unevenly fixed to the floor. Her curiosity leading her. She finds a metal rule which was just in the drawer.

“What are these so many papers and…” she holds her mouth and immediately looks through the window. The black car was still parked outside, her every move had to be in secret since she was still being watched. She took all that she could find from Logan’s room and headed back to hers.

Tessa slept on the papers. The sunlight peeking from the windows, lighting up the entire room. She looked through her window to check if they had given up during the night, only to find them parked exactly at the same spot as of yesterday.

Tessa sighed and picked up her phone to dial a number: “Hello! I have a vehicle parked at the front of my house for the last 24 hours. I’d like you to come tow it away.”

After the call, she muffled, “This is not anything stupid that I shouldn’t do.”

The tow truck arrived soon after. The driver knocked at the side window of the car. Tessa closely observed, the occupants of the car didn’t get down as expected, rather they rolled down the side window less than half way.

The driver of the tow truck was blocking the view, so Tessa couldn’t see what exactly was going on. After a few minutes, the tow driver got into the truck and drove away.

Tessa was puzzled as to what had transpired between the two or three; if there was a second person in the car. Her thinking couldn’t lead her any close to the answer.

In her thoughts, a call came through her phone.

“This is your last chance,” the voice said, and the call dropped dead.

Tessa was shocked at the very spot, restless and scared that even her next breath would rid her of her last chance. This call made it clear that she was being watched by the man who held her uncle hostage. She can’t do anything, neither can she stay put. Her eyes get a glimpse of a name in the paper on the floor. A name she recalls and ceased to know when her parents died.