“Oh, yea?”
“Yea. You lit up on the dance floor. I didn’t even know you could dance so well. Now I feel like an asshole for always breaking your mother’s balls about her making you take all those dance lessons as a kid.”
He lightly chuckled at his father’s remark.
“Thanks, Pop. I like her. She is very special to me. In fact, tonight, after this sham of a party, we are leaving for a nice long vacation together.”
“Vacation? Where are you going? And why wasn’t I consulted on this, son?”
“Because I didn’t think I had to tell you my every move, Pop. It's a vacation, not a hostile takeover.”
“I know, but son do you think taking a vacation right now is in our-your best interest?”
"What the hell was that ?" His father whispered to him, referring to the bow he acted when Monzoon had given the briefcases. "I do have my pride, y'know. He doesn't have to buy me." "Son, he isn't buying you, he's buying your loyalty and your silence. It is a sign of goodwill, and you better get used to accepting large quantities of cash from people for the services we render. You are lucky Monzoon is like family. I know gangstas who would have slit your throat for less." His father was right. His behavior could have made a turn for the worst, Monzoon could have harmed him or his father. "It won't happen again, pops." He apologized as they rounded the corner in the staircase. Geo scanned the crowd and within a few
He was pulled off of Lorenzo by two of Monzoon's guys. Lorenzo stood up and spit blood. Geo was still on the ground kneeling. Tired. Feeling defeated by his past and the inevitable trajectory of his life in crime. "You piece of shit !" Lorenzo pulled out a gun, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. Geo knew his life was over. He closed his eyes when he heard the trigger click and heard a collective gasp from the crowd as the gun went off. He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume. He opened his eyes to Silk's scream and he saw her then. Carolina was lying in front of him on her stomach. A small pool of blood was slowly forming underneath her. He rolled her over gently. She moaned
Carolina woke up in a cold sweat. Her heart was racing. She had had the most vivid dream. Her mother had been medically abused by Dr. Roberts. She and Russ were broken up, and she was a companion for a Crime Lord. She looked at the clock on her nightstand table. It was 2.a.m. She pulled her knees up to her chest. The dream had been so vivid. Carolina put her hand to the place where the gunshot wound had been. There was nothing there, but the sat
“The operation your mother requires is not covered by her insurance provider. The total cost for the procedure she needs would be $386,795.68,” the Nurse informed Carolina, looking up from the clipboard that held her mother's billing information. It took everything in her not to yell, curse, or break down in the lobby of her mother's Doctor's Office. The amount of money the Nurse had just quoted her was gargantuan, and saying it aloud only made it seem more daunting to her. Where would she come up with that amount of money in such a short amount of time? She was a full-time student at a University forty-five minutes away. With everything that had been going on with her mother's steadily declining health, she was barely passing her classes. She had missed several in-class assignments and was having
It was 4 p.m. when they arrived home. Carolina assisted her mom out of the car and into the cozy two-bedroom home. Once they were inside, she set her up in the family sitting room and made her comfortable. She adjusted all of the pillows on the couch, including her mother's, and made sure she had enough covers. Once that was done, she turned on her favorite television show. She picked up her backpack from the side of the couch, unzipped it, and got her laptop out of it. She sat on the loveseat opposite her mother and began studying. When she was finished, it was 9 p.m. There was a knock on the door. She looked across the room. Her mother was asleep. She had been about to get up and make dinner. She got up and headed in the direction of the front door. She looked out the little glass window on the door and saw it was her best friend, Noel. They had been best friends since they were small children and had gone to the same church and now atte
Geo threw the fortune 500 magazine with his face on the glossy cover onto his glass table by the chocolate brown leather sofa inside of his Large office. He was the man of the hour. The businessman of all businessmen according to the world. Man of the year. Most innovative and self-made. All the buzz words they were using in conjunction with him was becoming ridiculous. He was just a hard-working man who was born into a family that had gained their wealth through illegal means.Because of his father's lengthy ties to organized crime, he got very little recognition for his legitimate business acumen. It felt like as soon as his father handed him the mantle the media couldn't get enough of him and his high moral principles and ideals, considering his ilk. It also didn't hurt that he was intelligent, street smart, and gorgeous. The untypical, business tycoon bachelor.He had had enough of all of this fake hero worship. He hadn't wanted nor expected
“What? What the- Ronny! What the hell.” “I’m sorry old boy. Well, actually, I'm not. You need this, and it’s really not as bad as I have made it sound.” He reassured him as he pulled a folded newspaper out of his inside jacket pocket and slid it on his desk in his direction. Geo snatched it up off his desk quickly. He scanned the Classified section. He saw where Ronny had circled the ad in red ink. It read; Looking for a companion. Must be well educated, single, female, and between the ages of 21-40. Initial interviews will be held at the Regal Hotel at noon. Business attire is required. Geo put the paper down on his glass desk and exhaled in relief. Ronny had been right. It hadn’t been as bad as it ha
Carolina’s mother, Karen, bathed herself and made breakfast. She looked and felt much better than she had yesterday.A few hours later, Carolina made her way downstairs and into the kitchen.The morning sunlight poured into the kitchen. She was wearing an oversized gray t-shirt with a black satin robe. “Good morning darling,” Her mother called to her when she saw Carolina enter the Kitchen. "I've made us breakfast. Come. Sit down. Eat.” She did as her mother asked of her. She sat down at the dining room table.Her mother sat across from her drinking a cup of freshly ground coffee while reading the newspaper.Carolina noted her mother had put the sections she wasn'