Vito, Buster and Jayden waited ten minutes away from the restaurant in a little apartment Jayden had rented out during the weeks he had been stalking Henson. The countless hours that he sat right by the window watching Henson and taking note of all he did, people would think he was in love with the man he watched him for so long! But he knew if they were ever going to get their dream of fulfilling the last one big job, they had been planning for so many years, he would need to do something to stop the issue of Henson once and for all. Vito sat by that same window looking out into the busy street, his eyes scanning the surrounding area in case Henson’s men appear due to Henson catching wind of what was happening. While Buster sat on one of the tables playing around with the little handgun to pass the time whilst Jayden, paced up and down with his phone in his hand waiting for the text from Louis that Coraline had done what she needed to, to come through. “I can’t be the only one
The more Louis’s question went around in my head, the more my brain kept screaming at me that being pregnant is the only thing which would cause all that I’m feeling to make sense! I had been feeling like this since the day before Vito and I left the villa to come here, at the time I thought I had just eaten something that my body didn’t like but now it’s been a few days, that theory doesn’t seem to be making much sense. The first time I was pregnant, it didn’t last long enough for me to even realise I was pregnant to begin to feel the symptoms. I know Vito and I had said we wanted children and after the miscarriage, we had discussed when we wanted it to happen but never this quickly. I know the big job is coming at the end of the week and after, Vito said that’s when we can finally, live our lives the way we should but that didn’t mean I should get pregnant right off the bat. “What if I am pregnant?” I ask mainly to myself, I knew it’s what we both wanted but not this soon, this
Now there had been confirmation that I was indeed with child, the matter of how and when I was going to tell Vito was all I could think about. I knew I wanted to wait until after he had done the big job at the end of the week, I didn’t need him worrying about me when he’s in the situation of life and death but I also, knew how hard it’s going to be for me not to scream at him the first time we lock eyes. Every now and then, I would see Louis taking a look in the cars mirror as though he was staring at the people in the car behind us, each time he would get a little more tense than the last. Without uttering a word, he reaches into the glove compartment in front of me and pulls out some kind of gun, without looking away from the road, he plays with it before placing it into my lap. “Louis what the fuck?” I ask shocked looking down at the little metal death welding machine in my lap, I have never touched one of those things and to be frank, I never intended to do so. “I’m pretty s
We spoke with Basilio for a couple of minutes mentally, deciding what we were going to do. Vito instructed that we leave him in the dust and head straight back to the warehouse like the plan had intended, but each time that I would look Basilio in the eyes, I could see how desperate he was leaving me standing at a huge crossroads. Vito didn’t want anything to do with his family and I understood why, but now I had just lost my father and still dealing with the gut-wrenching pain that brought, I couldn’t help but wonder if Vito was making a decision he’d regret sometime in the future when it’s too late. “We gotta go Coraline, we have to be at Hensons place in half an hour.” Louis tells me off to the side as we stood by the car, but still, I didn’t know if leaving this man would be the right thing, but let’s be honest, he’ll probably follow us like we caught him doing. Before we had time to make the decision ourselves, a black car speeding down the road and screeching to an abrupt ha
We soon arrived at an office type building right in the centre of London, the busy street offering little to no privacy of what was going in and out of this building. Henson must have not seemed to care what people saw of him if the centre of his operation was right in the centre of the city, or he felt untouchable due to his ego. Pulling up the car around the back of the building in what appeared to be the loading area, Vito reaches into the back and pulls out a gun concealing it within his inside jacket pocket, whilst the gun he had pulled on his father was also in another pocket, how many guns does he think he’ll need?! “Alright Pequeño, you’ll be coming in with us.” Vito explains which certainly, was new information for me. Throughout all of this, Vito had always ensured that I was no where near the danger, but now I’m walking into this. “You’ll be right next to me the entire time and Louis.” He continues whilst the guys begin to get out of Louis’s car beside us, but I was sti
As soon as the guy dropped to the floor, the room shifted even more as some men even backed as far away from Vito as they could well others, wanted to seem tough and stand their ground looking right at him. “Now we had a thought, Henson had a lot of men under his payroll, some who relied on him to pay their bills, my wife here worried that some of you would grow hungry without him. Which is why as her doting husband, I was sure to set her mind at ease. I have an enterprise and due to recent events, the biggest one in the town. You guys are out of work due to his death, and I have an endless stream of jobs going, do we know where I’m going with this?” Vito asks looking over at the men making it seem as though they had a choice, but we all knew what would happen if they refused to work for him. “I ain’t working for you!” Another man shouted off to the side, where it was now Jayden’s turn to do some crowd control and ended the man’s pleas. “It appears the men which Henson hired wer
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