Vito Giancana ~•~“Then what are you calling me about?” “It’s about your mother.” Lucas replied solemnly.My heart skipped a bit. “What about my mother?” I parked the car by the roadside, bracing myself up for what was about to come. “She said I shouldn’t tell you but I can’t keep something like this from you.”“Okay. I’m listening.”“She’s sick.”Ever since my dad passed and the weight of the family and work fell on my shoulders, my mom barely brought her problems to me. According to her, she didn’t want to add to my burdens.But in a situation like this, I expected her to come to me first. It was no surprise she confided in Lucas. They had been really close before he even started working with my father. “What’s wrong with her? I’ll talk to you later, I have to call her now.”“No. Don’t call her, everything is taken care of now.” Lucas interjected. “What do you mean ‘everything is taken care of’?”“It’s just the early stage of the disease.” “Early stage. What the fuck do you me
Nessa Sims~•~As if the threatening text wasn’t enough. I got another call from Ben. I was skeptical about answering at first because I didn’t fancy picking up calls from unknown numbers. “Vanessa.” I heard his familiar voice over the line. No other person ever called me Vanessa except my dad, when I was little and I had done something wrong. “I can see you didn’t listen to what I told you earlier. You’re still at that man’s house.” He spoke again because I was quiet when he called my name. “What the fuck do you want from me?” The irritation in my voice was evident. I wanted to hang up but I still wanted to hear what he had to say. “I’m in prison because of you. And you think you can just move on with your life, with another man.” Was he being serious? In prison because of me? “You must be out of your mind.” “You left our son to be with that man. I’ll be out soon and our family will be back together. You better leave that man before I do something bad to you.” I didn’t feel th
Nessa Sims ~•~“My bad.” I scoffed and walked back into the house. “So are you going to tell me who was on the phone?” He followed me as I walked inside. “Yeah, it was Ben.” I set my feelings aside and told him. “Ben? Ben in prison?” He asked surprisingly. “Yes. He kind of sent me death threats and asked me to leave your house.” I turned around to face him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of it.” What did he mean by ‘he’ll take care of it’? “Don’t hurt him please.” I pleaded. I didn’t want any further trouble. "I just mean I'll make sure he doesn't bother you anymore.” He said, giving me a reassuring smile. "By the way, I’ll be going away to Chicago for a few days.” “Why?” I asked even if I didn’t expect him to tell me the reason. He exhaled deeply and scratched his head. “My mother is sick.”“I’m so sorry.” I said, extending my hand to comfort him. “Yeah.” He muttered and went off to his room. He never really talked
Nessa Sims~•~ My blood turned cold and my fingers trembled around my phone as I read the text. It was Ben who sent people to shoot at me. It wasn’t a rival mafia gang trying to pass a message to Vito. The Ben I knew wouldn’t have done that to me. Maybe prison had completely changed him into a horrible person. I was confused about what to do. Vito said he was going to make sure Ben didn’t bother me but I guess he hadn’t done whatever he planned to do, except he didn’t consider him a real threat.I didn’t respond to the message and I dialed Ellie’s number instead. After waiting for seconds that seemed like forever, she picked up. “I almost got shot.” I muttered under my breath and cleared my throat. “What?” I could tell she was dumbfounded. “What do you mean you almost got shot? That’s the reason why I didn’t like the idea of you having anything to do with a mafia boss. Are you okay? Where are you?” Ellie blurted out with panic in her voice. “It wasn’t because of Vito. It was Ben.
Vito Giancana ~•~After spending a few days with my family, I decided it was time to go back to New York. I had been with my mum so I could watch her closely to see for myself that the sickness was still in the early stages. I employed one of the best doctors in Chicago to take care of her and monitor her closely. I asked Damon to come pick me up at the airport when I arrived in New York so we could go visit Ben in prison and give him some warning. As soon as I landed at the airport, Damon texted to inform me he was there and I went out to meet him. The prison where Ben was locked up wasn’t really far away from the airport, so it was a short ride. I had connections with some of the officers, so getting inside wasn’t a problem. I instructed them to bring Benjamin Peters to the visitors’ room. Damon and I sat down at the wooden chairs waiting for him to arrive. Shortly after, he came with cuffs and his raggedy orange jumpsuit, giving us a deadly stare. He grumpily came over and
Nessa Sims~•~The rest of the ride was silent. In no time, we got to the house and the driver pulled up at the garage. The rest of the cars parked right after him. “I’ll send you a dress, you’re going with me to an event later today.” Vito looked up from his phone and said to me as I stepped out of the car. “What kind of event?” I blinked in surprise. That was the last thing I expected to do with him. Going to an event with him wasn’t part of my plans, ever. “Don’t worry about it. The only thing you need to do is look beautiful and walk with me.” His statement made me more curious but I didn’t ask further questions. “Okay.” I replied and walked into the house. It seemed like I had been away forever, the interior decoration of the house was still fascinating and I couldn’t help but admire it like it was my first time seeing it. It was probably because I had been at my mum’s house for something, which would be classified as a cubicle compared to Vito’s house. As I approached the
Nessa Sims~•~I could feel Vito’s gaze on me throughout the ride but he looked away whenever I turned to look at him. It was a silent ride and we barely said any words to each other. Shortly after, we arrived at the Plaza Hotel. The name was boldly written at the top of the building. The car glided through the gate and we pulled into the parking lot. A lot of luxurious cars were already parked there. We got out of the car and I felt a surge of excitement as I looked over the building. “Walk with me.” Vito stepped out of the car and took my hands. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach as we walked into the entrance. As we got in, a host pointed us in the direction where the event was taking place. We walked down into an open space filled with different people. I could tell they were all rich just from the way they dressed. I still had no clue what the event was about. I accompanied Vito as he went on to exchange pleasantries with all the people he knew. I could tell he was known
Nessa Sims~•~ He pulled me closer and his lips met mine, kissing me fiercely; as though he had been waiting for this moment for a long while. His hand rested on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, angling my head better.I pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. “What are we doing?” I questioned under my breath even if I didn’t want an answer, I didn’t want him to stop. The elevator stopped at the 6th floor and he pulled away and walked outside acting like nothing had happened while I was still in a daze. The man who had come earlier with the painting was by the stairs waiting. He walked up to him and took the painting from him. I was still taken aback by what had just happened in the elevator. I’d always wondered what an elevator kiss would feel like. It had a different vibe to it. It was short and I wanted more. “Come in.” Vito turned back to me and pointed to the door of his room. I walked in after him. He opened a large safe and placed the painting there. I just s