Isabella Agosti [Slow Updates]

F I V E

This chapters going to be longer since I want to put quite a bit in it and move the story along.

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Waking up seemed harder than before with a sensation of a hammer pounding into your skull. It hurt would be an understatement. I checked my phone for the time and saw it was almost three in the afternoon. Had I really slept through most of the day? And still feel like crap? Uhh...

Beside from the fact I feel like a walking corpse(or should I say laying), I got up anyway. Father was unpredictable with his timing so with no noise in the house I felt a bit safe. Whether he'd come home tonight or in the morning, I'd have to wait and see. I just always felt a bit on edge not knowing when he would be home.

But suddenly I remembered the conversation I had last night-or was it this morning? This morning I think although that doesn't matter now, I just remember that guy wanting me to text him back or something after I'd woken up. And sadly I have.

Hey, I'm awake

I text him that, I don't want to be too...what's the word...eager?

He replied with minutes.

"Oh good, just let me call you then, don't leave."

I guess this dude really wants to talk.

My phone rang for the second time in one day, which is more than it has in the past two years, and I very slowly put it too my ear. "H-hello?"

"Hola, I just want to talk. So about the message I sent, I don't really wan-need anyone knowing about that and since your only a kid, well you don't need to be involved with it. What I'm saying is just forget this conversation ever happened and we'll be good."

I was a little confused. Hold up- a lot.

"Well, I-I'm not going to tell anyone and so your secrets is safe with m-me." I smile even though he can't see me.

"Bueno, bueno...hey, shouldn't you have been at school this morning when I called?"

And it was his business because...?

"U-um, I think I should g-go now. My f-fa-father is going to be w-waiting f-for some d-dinner..." I trailed off.

"You make your padre dinner? You must be a dulce niña. But sure you can go now. It was nice talking to you with the time we had, maybe we could talk some more? Would you like that? Have someone to talk to? I don't want to pry but-"

(Translate: father/sweet girl)

"Oh n-no it's f-fine. I'd be happy t-to. B-bye now!" And I hung up again. I had to get away from that man. Seriously what is is dudes problem? First he's angry at me then nice then angry then wants to talk after our little predicament? The fûck...?

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Matteo

(Back to when he sent the first message)

Our shipments were successful this week and I just had to send a message to someone who was new to the job about his payment. He still didn't fully understand how things worked so I was being the good underboss that I am by telling him.

The boss-boss was my father. He ran our business, if you can call it that. One might call it our Mafia-the Spanish Mafia. My padre was getting ready to hand it over to me when he retires so I'm trying to help out as much as possible to show him I'm the right choice.