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
After arriving at work and getting straight to handling the mess some of the openers had left, the thought of my father and where he could be kept pounding my head as I attempted to concentrate. The same question going around and around, if I would have given my father the money that morning, would he have come home? I know I didn’t have the money in my hand at the time but what if I did? Once I had sorted the chaotic mess in the back, I make my way out to the front of the shop looking around as Shane handed a woman her coffee with a smile before turning around to look at me. “What’s on your mind?” He asks crossing his arms over his chest leaning up against the counter, while I snap out of my trance and send him a look of confusion. “I can see it written all over your face Coraline, you’re here but your mind is somewhere else.” He says waving his hands in the air as though they were blowing in the wind, I just send him a little laugh whilst walking to stand behind the counter. “I’m
After weeping all alone at the back of the café for the entirety of my break, I knew I would need to pick myself up and look presentable. Even though each person in that coffee shop had seen the show my drunken father had put on and soon, many others would be told the same tale, I didn’t need people to begin to gossip about me falling apart also. I hadn’t spent countless hours of my life putting on a fake smile and making it seem as though my life was perfect, just for my father to walk in and throw it all down the drain, where most of my tears go when I’m alone. Wiping my eyes from any other stray tears, I hold my head up high and walk back into the shop where my apron still lay on one of the counters at the back. I hadn’t taken much thought when I threw it on that counter, I knew I was about to start crying and didn’t need to do that with any witnesses, even Shane. As like he heard the door open, Shane takes a look in the back and spots me tying my apron around my body. “Are you o