Before long, I was being led up a huge staircase into the very old looking factory building, my hand interlocked with Vito’s as we reach a set of locked double doors. With a wink, he reaches past me and types in some secret code into a little black keypad on the wall, a clicking noise erupting from the doors in front. “Such high-tech security.” I say sarcastically looking to Vito, who shook his head with a smile of his own opening up the door for me to walk in first. I laugh as I walk into something I was not expecting, as like I had said, the building on the outside looked to be far behind disrepair, many broken windows littered the place, some of the bricks seeming to be chipping away and even the roof looked as though it was going to cave in. But when you walk through those doors, it’s as though you’ve walked into a different place. The walls were a black colour with white trimming, a huge bay window at the front of the room showing the beautiful scene of the city. Around 5 desk
It’s been a few weeks since I spoke with Owen that day and life had somewhat changed back into what it was before everything, since Theodore busted me out of said meeting with Owen, in a sort of prison break style, I hadn’t been contacted even once. Vito says it’s due to them understanding how skilled Theodore was as a lawyer, they know they’ll have to be super careful with their approach if they want to hear from me again. Kevin even decided to close the café for some time after Shane, I think he knew with the nature of his death, it would be better to allow the dust to settle before opening it back up. It was a little odd to not get up and leave for work, but it’s been nice to take the time to fully grieve Shane before jumping back into work, where I know many will have a variety of questions for me. This has also given me much more time to spend with Vito, I’ve been staying at his mansion of a house, and he even takes me to work with him at the warehouse sometimes where I’ve been
Theodore soon came and collected me from Vito’s house an hour before the meeting, he explained he wanted to go over some key points before we step foot in that place. So, sitting in another of his expensive looking cars a street away from the police station, he began to go over the rules which he had for his clients before they walk in. He explained how most of the time, people would assume the officer asking the questions would be leading the interview, but according to him, that’s what a dumb lawyer will allow. He said he will be the individual leading the conversation, Owen may ask a question but if Theordore feels as though it can be twisted or is not relevant, he will either tell me not to answer or allow Owen to rephrase it. Talking of allowing me to answer, I was told that I cannot say a word unless Theordore tells me it’s okay, he’s aware of how these individuals can twist what you say, something he will not allow. It seemed as though Theodore was very strict with what he ex
Owen soon returned after the break which we had but it was clear he knew he wasn’t getting anything else from me, he explained the meeting would need to be paused for a later date due to a reason he never disclosed before allowing Theodore and I to leave. With the information that I was able to learn from the glance I took at the papers, the worry which was deep in my gut was hard to ignore as we exit the doors of the police station and head towards Theodore’s car. “Explain.” Was all Theodore says as he places the key into the ignition and sends the car roaring to life, I think he noticed how agitated I became after I went to read the papers which had landed on the floor. “Well, I don’t know if Vito has told you about what he’s planning on doing tonight.” I say looking over at him as we pull away from the police station and down the road, we didn’t want them to see us having this conversation so they know we may have looked at something we shouldn’t have. “He keeps me informed wit
My nerves didn’t subside the entire time that I sat with Vito at the warehouse, I knew I had a plan and was more than certain it was going to work, but what if it doesn’t? What if he tells me he’ll be back soon and leaves the house never to be seen again, only sitting in a prison cell for the rest of his life?! “Pequeño are you okay, you have appeared to be a little off since you arrived back from your meeting with Owen?” Vito asks from the driver's seat of his car, after he had finished work, we picked up food and was just heading home. “Is there something you need to tell me?” He asks looking back over at me before his eyes have to go to the road, I only take a deep breath in to try and remind myself that yes, I wanted to tell him more than anything, but I couldn’t. “You aren’t...?” He asks with a worried look down at my stomach, it took me a moment to realise what he meant where my eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “No! No, nothing like that!” I exclaim worried that if he thoug
After a night of full pleasure, I woke up in bed a little disoriented, I didn’t want Vito to have his fun and than decide to go do the job anyway, so I ensured we had our fun until the sun began to go up. But the downside to my plan, I had a full day of getting everything prepared for my father and even helping him when he arrives, but I was absolutely exhausted. I didn’t know how Vito sprung out of bed and got to work without even so much as a yawn, I guess he can work on nothing but flumes. After showering which woke me a little, I walk out of the bedroom to hear Vito talking with another man, one I had never heard before. “You know I have better things to do with my time than leave to get you a new phone.” The man says as I begin to walk down the stairs, movement in the kitchen telling me they were in there. “What happened to this one?” The man asks causing a smile to grace my lips, I knew exactly what happened to his old phone and why it happened. As like on cue, I enter the ki
After spending the next few hours fixing up the room that Vito had kindly, given to my father until he feels better, I spot the ambulance slowly pulling into the gates telling me he was here. With a smile, I rush out of the bedroom and begin to make my way down the stairs, hearing Jayden and Vito still having a conversation in the kitchen, and people say that women can talk for hours! Reaching the front door and pulling it open, I find my father being helped down out of the back of the ambulance by two paramedics, his body still seeming a little frail as he stumbled to the little stones which formed Vito’s huge driveway. After getting down, my father lifts his head up a little tired and spots me stood by the door, a little smile filling his beaten-up face. Placing my water bottle by the entrance on the floor, I walk towards the door. “You’re looking better dad.” I smile walking over and wrapping him in a little hug, his head on my shoulder as though he was soaking in all of the feel
I soon briskly leave my fathers room after helping him to the bathroom and getting him comfortable in bed, my body ached as I leant against his door to gather my thoughts. My legs were the first thing that felt like jelly, it even hurt a little to stand. “Maybe I need to lie down?” I ask myself having to forcefully pull my body from the door as it was as though I had lost all of my strength, my hands wobbled and slid with sweat as I pushed at the door. Once fully on my feet with no aid, my head began to spin as though I had been sat on the fastest fair ground ride of my life, this only leading to the bubbling sick down in my stomach to rise up and make me feel even worse. All I could think about was getting to bed and laying there until whatever was happening with me in that moment subsided, but that meant the hardest task of all was stood before me, getting there. Vito’s house was beautiful and so spacious which is incredible most of the time, but now I had the task of walking