𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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(Au. reading this while listening to way down we go by kaleo hits different)
One week later
"What do you mean there's a raid at Empire?" I ask even if I already understood.
"A raid, Carlos. They are questioning everyone and looking in every corner." Rick shouts trying to get over the loud music in the background.
"I'm coming." I hung up straight away and get out of the bathroom.
Mia who was getting ready to sleep stands now in front of our bed. Her face a mixture of confusion and worry. She has no idea of what's going on and I wish I could explain but I have no idea either. Two weeks ago the bank froze some of the club's accounts, no warning they just did it. I had to go with Danielle to the bank for them to give us access, it was a nightmare and one in vain because we couldn't figure out what was wrong and they wouldn't explain anything. I had to call Theo and he tried to use legal force to get answers but they still didn't say much saying that were still investigating.
What they are investigating? No idea. Because it's not just that the clubs had always been outside the shady part of the business but that since Matteo got inside we had gone legal, no gun trafficking, no money laundering. For the first time in forever, we had a legitimate business. Something that was really hard to accomplish, you can't just back down from the criminal life. I had to figure it out, with the help of Matteo, Rick, and Theo, and now? When it was finally working out this happens?
It can't be a coincidence. Either I really underestimated that asshole of an agent or my father has gone crazy and is willing to destroy the one thing he loved more than himself.
Strolling towards the armchair I sit down, take my prosthetic from the bag that's right next to it, and put it on. Mia just stares at me.
The last few days have been tough, after the thing with Danielle there was still some tension between us. And I know it's my fault, she wanted to talk and instead, I hid, I hid the only way I knew how. Seeking her comfort. The physical kind. It was a mistake I was aware then and I'm aware now but I knew that if we talked about it we would fight and I couldn't fight with her. I still can't. When she threw that cigarette box at me both my heart and brain paused, I went through every possible scenario before I even dared to follow her so I could apologize.
"Carlos, what's going on?" Her question brings me back to reality.
"A raid. They are raiding my fucking club." I reply my voice a lot colder and louder than I wanted it to be. Everything is getting out of hand.
"And you are going there now? It's midnight." She asks in a small voice.
"I'm the owner, Mia, I have to be there," I tell her trying not to snap because she doesn't deserve this. "Listen just, go to bed. I will be back as soon as I can."
