The next morning soon rolls around quicker than I would have liked, I knew the job was looming close with each day, but now it was here, I was riddled with worry. Vito kept repeating that he had gone over each detail so throughly that there was no way anything was to go wrong, but I also knew not to underestimate the police, they could be way ahead of him without Vito even knowing. As we stood in the kitchen getting the last things ready, I stood with my arms crossed and my hands shaking from fear, I worried this would be the last time I’d be able to see him ever and after the news I had told him yesterday, it cut deeper than anyone would expect. “Alright, the men are waiting three streets away from the warehouse with Buster keeping them in check, we have to be there in forty minutes to ensure we hit the place in the window where the security are switching.” Jayden says going over what he had said so many times over the past few days, I’ve heard it so much, I could probably go wit
My legs could have buckled from under me as I began to read further down the page and fully absorb what was written, such confusion, anger and worry filling my entire emotions. Written in a rushed sort of manner stood what appeared to be a list of things Jayden had to do, none were simple or normal when it came to list such as, get the car fixed, grab some groceries etc. Before me stood the list. 1: Poison Coraline and blame Owen 2: Have Vito kill Owen off 3: Kill Adam Hart 4: Have Vito kill Henson 5: Kill Vito on the job 6: Grief with Coraline 7: Have her all to yourself. Each item on the list began to get even more sinister as the list continued, my heart sinking to my feet when I realised that Jayden had been behind all of the horrible things which had been happening recently. I knew right when it happened that it couldn’t have been Owen that poisoned me, none of it made any sense and was impossible to happen! But what also hurt to see, Jayden had been behind the de
Vito walked the halls of the warehouse watching as his new men from Henson went on their rampage and took whatever they could carry and even more. To him, this was the last job he needed to do before he could get home to Coraline, the life which he wanted was so close snd even growing inside the woman he loved and there was nothing that was going to stand in his way to get it. “One of the vans have gone to the hideout boss, it was full to the brim, these men work fast that’s for sure.” Buster informs Vito rushing into the room, a smile filling Vito’s face as he looked around as more men walked in and out of the room. “Working ahead of schedule, just how I like it.” He smiled crossing his arms over his chest, his mind full of all the ideas of what Coraline and him were going to do with all this money and what he was could to do for their unborn child. “Did you hear Jay; this place will soon be cleared!” Buster cheered over to their friend letting him know the good news, Jayden al
8 months later: The bright lights of the sun streaming through the open windows cause my eyes to flutter open, feeling a little dazed at first, I look around and begin to panic at the scene. I was all alone in the huge bedroom before me, my mind of course going to the worst-case scenario as usual. Until a little note sat on the pillow beside me grabs my attention, it read: “I thought you could do with a little more sleep after the night you had, Lucio and I have gone downstairs to allow you some rest. Take as much time as you need, Vito x” With a smile at how sweet he was, I place the note to rest on top of the bedside table feeling the worry lift from my body. I barely had any sleep last night due to our son Lucio, having a rough night of his own. Vito kept asking if I wanted him to stay awake with me, but I knew at least one of us needed to be more alive this morning, but how nice he was that he took Lucio so I could get a little more rest. I gave birth to our beautiful son
One thing you can always count on when it comes to Springtime in England, the need to bring a jacket of some description to shield you from the mini rainstorms which battle the country many times a day. But it appeared in my tired state this morning as I left for work, I didn’t quite take this into account and swiftly left the house in my thin work clothes. Due to my miss area in judgement, I was now walking the streets of London battling the intense wind pelting the streets and my face. My dark red hair stuck to my face causing little droplets of water to trickle and run down my neck, I was completely wet through and freezing. Accompanied by the selfish drivers who decided racing through a puddle and sending a tidal wave of puddle water to coat my entire being was a good idea, I was not having a good time and dreamed about walking into my home where a wardrobe of warm clothes awaited me. But when I pushed open the broken front door which my father said he would fix on numerous occ
The next morning was the same as most, I retrieved my now clean work clothes from the dryer, whilst my father sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands due to his nauseating headache from his long day of drinking yesterday. The stench of drink still littered his clothes as he hadn’t changed, the little items of sick that he heaved out yesterday still on those clothes only adding to the smell. I refuse to utter a single word to my father as I pass him in the kitchen and make my way to my bedroom, it was because of him and his drinking problems that I had to take extra shifts at work in order to keep the roof over our heads and other bills payed. This would be a day for me to relax, instead, I have to drag myself to work where I spend most of my time anyway. Whilst fixing my hair in the mirror to make sure no stray hairs stuck up, I take a glance at my eyes and couldn’t help but see the deep black bags which hang under them indicating how tired I truly was. This only told me
The regulars soon came piling into the shop and ordering their usual coffees before leaving for work, the same smiles we had become accustomed to, and the stories of what child had been doing well filled the once silent shop. But now the lunchtime rush was about to begin where Shane, always finds the time to slip off for his break when this happens. This meant I was left alone to hold the fought whilst orders were thrown at me, but I didn’t know if it was because it was the middle of the week or perhaps the sun was shining a little, we didn’t have nearly the usually amount of people walking in and out. It was a slow day and one I desperately, needed. I had just finished wiping down one of the coffee machines when the bell on the door rang telling me I had a new customer, but when I turned around to see who had walked in, I find a man completely out of breath. The man wore a black tight-fitting suit, showing off the many rippling muscles in his arms, honestly, it looked as though this
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful after those two men left, the normal vibe of the boring coffee shop sinking back to what it was like. But through the normality, I couldn’t help but think of the man I had made the smoothie for, there was just something about him which caught my eye, and that wasn’t his drop-dead gorgeous looks. There was a hint of mystery about him, he has many layers to his life which I can tell not many people get to see or understand. With that being said, the day soon rushed by and before I knew it, I was turning off all of the lights and locking up the doors. With a little sigh, I slip the keys to the café into my purse and begin my short joinery home, the streetlights shining down on me as I went. But now I was out of the shop and the prospect of what I may find when I get home filled my mind, I soon remember what I had told my father when I left this morning, but I had neglected to do so. I had been so busy with the thought of that mysterious man fro