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( Bounded By Honour. . . )
CHAPTER 22&23: MICHEAL’S APOLOGY.
By; Holland Cisca.
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Vito once again went to his clubhouse to spend some time alone. He was smoking his cigar when Pablo stepped in. They exchanged a long glance at each other for a while.
“Have you reconsidered my request?” Vito asked.
“Yes, I have.”
“And what is my reply this time? Same as usual?” He asked not really surprised if it had to be.
“No, I changed my mind this time.” He said, making himself comfortable on one of the empty seats. “I accept to rule the empire but that will be only on one condition.” He stated.
“Wh@tëver it is, I will grant it.”
“I wish to make Anastasia Romanoff my wife.” He stated the condition.
Vito was quiet for a brief moment. “Anastasia is a payment to her father’s debts.”
“That is why I wish to have her. Besides, it’s all to maintain the family’s legacies, isn’t that what you taught us?”
“You know I don’t mind giving her out to you, but that isn’t the problem. The problem is what will come after. You’re aware Micheal also has feelings for her.”
“I know, but his feelings for her are not so genuine. After all, he tortured her life, she wouldn’t want some one like him for her after all he he did to her. Don’t worry about Micheal, I can handle him. Right now, let’s worry about the empire first.”
Vito was happy that for the first time Pablo seemed interested about the mafia empire and he wished he wouldn’t turn him down after he must have learned the ways of a drug lord.
“The first thing a mafia lord must know is his enemies.” He started. “We don’t have one enemy, they’re many of them. And while we learn our enemies from our friends, we learn of their hideouts.”
“I don’t have an enemy, so how am I supposed to know your own enemy?” He asked.
Vito knew Pablo was going to show up in agreement to his request so he brought every thing he needed to show Pablo for a start.
“Here is the map,” he said, taking it out from the side. “Places with the red cross are secret hideouts of our enemies who are still alive. You don’t have to rush into killing all of them to avoid getting caught, we attack when we find out about their gains or transactions. Or even wh@tëver they are up to.”
Pablo went through the map, studying it gradually. “You can make a map of your own enemy when you become the next mob. Just do me a favor and don’t get caught.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“I have to. Now, I can die in peace. But I need a promise from you, son, just a last promise.” He requested.
“Any thing, father.”
“Don’t you ever wage a war against your brothers, no matter what happens.”
“What if they try to wage the war first?” Pablo asked.
“Handle them but do not kill them. Remember, they are still your blood. Promise me that.”
“I promise.” He said with hesitation.
“Thanks for accepting my request, son. You definitely don’t know how happy I am that my empire will never fall because I believe in the legacy you will create in my absence.” He admitted.
“I’m only doing this for father’s sake and not for any one else.”
Vito released a soft smile on his face. He nodded.
He further went on explaining some certain things Pablo needs to know, and locations of his cocaine drugs hidden by his father. Apart from Pablo who he just recently told about the cocaine warehouse, no one else has to know about it.
“My father hid it from his friends and brothers. He said only a drug lord is made to know about this warehouse. It contains cocaine, a few of marijuana’s and diamonds which are worth half a billion dollars. You mustn’t tell any one about this, it should be our little secret.” Vito told him.
Pablo stands up to go, but stops at the sound of Vito’s voice. “And. . . you can have my office, it belongs to you now.”
Pablo nods his head at him before leaving the secret chamber to his car. He knows he has a long way to go if he truly has to be the next mob. And with a few days left for his father to live, he must do every thing to achieve his father’s dream.
*****
Anastasia was spreading Vito’s blanket under the sun while Clarabelle stood at a side talking to her. Majority of their conversation was based on Micheal, and Clarabelle didn’t care if he was standing right behind her listening.
“I wish he dies for good. I don’t know why some one like him can have a heartless mind to torture a girl. I mean, who does that? He should go to hell for all I care.”
“I think he’s only frustrated, that’s why he’s been hurting me.”
“Frustrated my @$$. If he is really frustrated, then he should have gone out to the club and exercised his frustration on those Bîtches and not you.”
“At first, I didn’t want to believe he’s this wicked like his father, but now I see he is more heartless than any one. All thanks to you for saving my life, who knows what could have happened to me? I would have bled to death just because of him.”
“And you called that frustration? Who in his rightful sense will pour out his frustration on a girl’s V@?i?@? You’ve gotta know some thing, Ana, Micheal is an @$$hOle.“ She rolled her eyes.
Clarabelle looked away to a different direction and she saw Micheal coming. “Speaking of the devil, he’s coming.”
Anastasia followed her gaze and saw that indeed he was coming towards their direction. “What does he want?” She said inwardly.
Michael stood a few steps away from them with his hands in his side pockets. He was watching Anastasia but she tried not to exchange glances with him.
“I’ll see you later.” Clarabelle said, excusing herself. She took the empty bucket with her, leaving Anastasia alone with him.
As soon as Clarabelle left, Micheal came forward to her side. “Mind for a talk?” He asked.
“What do you want?” She asked, a hint of anger stained in her voice.
“I just wanna talk.”
“Just say what you want to say, besides, I’m kinda busy right now.”
“We can’t just stand and talk, why don’t we take a little walk?”
“Are you gonna talk, or should I leave instead?” She snapped.
He looked around, then smiled. “Fine, I’ll talk.”
“I wanna say I’m sorry for every thing I did to you. I know it’s gonna sound weird to you but, you just have to believe me, I really am sorry for what happened between us.”
Anastasia glared at him from head to toe, she scoffed. “You’re sorry for every thing you did to me? Is that an apology or what? You fu*king damaged my life, you humiliated and ruined my pride all for your selfish pleasure and now you’re telling me that you are sorry?”
“I know what I did was wrong, okay, and I accept every action from you. Just please, forgive me. Give me a chance and I swear, I’m gonna make it up to you.”
