Chapter-9

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Am I laying on the worlds softest blankets?

I slowly opened my tired eyes, to see that the sun was no longer high.

How long was I asleep for?

I got up from the bed, and stretched my aching body out.

It must have been a long time.

Walking into the kitchen, I could see that the time read 1:47 am.

I want a peanut butter and jelly.

Walking to the fridge, I got out everything, and began looking for a dish towel to dry some dishes.

Now, I know he's got one somewhere.

I ended up at what looked like an old linen closet.

There are usually dish towels in these kinds of things right?

Shrugging my shoulders, I opened the door.
Ha! I was right.

Except the towels didn't keep my attention for long.

Because at the very top of the closet, was an acoustic guitar, resting on an old box.

He plays guitar too?

I jumped up, and grabbed it by the neck.

It was a nice guitar, I must say. I could tell that it was clearly used a lot, with the slight fading of the color, and the light scratchings on the strings.

Turning it over to see the back, however, was when the shock came.

"Baby, I thought you could use a new guitar, because your other one is barely hanging in there, just like every other instrument you own.

I hope that one day in the future, I can listen to you play for as long as I could possibly want, which could be days at a time.

I love you!

Love forever,
Adaline."

And that wasn't the only thing.

In the box the guitar was on, I could see the word, YEARBOOK, printed clearly.



ANGELOS POV.

"Please! I told you everything I know!"

I rolled my eyes. Not enough.

"You have one more chance to tell me who the hell payed you to put horseradish in the girls food." I responded calmly, even though I was seconds away from completely snapping.

    The guy coughed up more blood.

Well, now he knows what she went through.

"H-he said he'd kill me."

"I really don't care kid, just tell me who it was."

Even though I actually do know who it was, I just needed a reason to stress out the person that could have killed her.

He was making no moves to speak, so I snapped my fingers.

  Out came one of my men, with an iron rod, aiming it at his knees.

  A sickening crack came, followed by the sobs of the prick in front of me.

Good aim.

   "Ok! Ok! I'll tell you!" And that's how you get it done.

"H-he said his boss sent him. Something about if he couldn't have her, then no one could."

   What the hell?!

I felt my body shake with anger as I broke a couple of his teeth.

   "Please! Let me go!"

"Listen," I said as I grabbed his neck, pulling him closer. "My kid didn't get to sleep last night, because you were pussy enough, to try to hurt her."

   "L-look, I-I'm sorry!"

"Not sorry enough." I said as I pulled my gun out.






I sighed as I set my keys down, and took off my coat.

    My head kills.

I started making my way to the living room, but I was met with... I don't even know.

Mercury was sitting on the couch, going through my high school yearbook, with the guitar her mom gave me for my sixteenth birthday.

   "You good kid?" I asked slowly.

She jumped a little as she wiped her tears, and cracked a smile.

   And I thought that watching Adaline cry was the worst thing to endure.

  "Yeah. Sorry, it's just, now I know where I got my music skills from, because mom was shit." She chuckled.

   "Yeah. She was never able to carry a tune." I said as I walked to the couch opposite her.

  "Gosh. You guys were so young." She said as she looked at an old picture of us from high school.

   "I remember this day." I said as she handed the picture to me.

  "We were at my family's end of summer vacation, which is coming up by the way. And, I had just tackled her into the pool." I recalled.

  In the picture, she was basically latched on to me because the water was so cold, and I was kissing her cheek.

   We both had the happiest damn smiles on our faces though.

"You tackled her into the pool?"

"Yeah. I had to do all the dishes for the entire week we were there, because my mom, who had coincidentally taken the picture, had seen the entire thing."

     I turned to see her holding in a laugh.

"It was not funny."

"Sure Angelo, picturing you getting yelled at by your mom again, isn't better than cable."

"Hey! Gino would purposely dirty up extra dishes! So, yeah, you should pity me instead of laughing."

Of course by the time I was done with this, she laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath.

   "Y-you had to clean up after G-Gino without y-yelling at him?" She laughed on.

"Oh haha, funny."

"Yes. Yes it is."

She continued laughing about it for another like two minutes before she got up.

"I'm gonna go make a sandwich, you want one?" She asked, still sobering up.

"No."

"Suit yourself."

Not a moment later, my phone rang. Why is he calling?

"Dad?" I answered. He doesn't usually call.

"One of my people just called. They said something about Warren turning some clans against us. They are all meeting two weeks from today, we just need to find out where."

"What families has he been turning against us?"

"No one important, just the small ones that hold grudges against us for not doing business with them."

   Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mercury struggling to open a jar of some sort.

"I'm guessing that calls for a mission." I told him as I got up from the couch.

  "I don't know how long we will have to be gone for, but we are going to have to leave soon so we have extra time to find the area."

  "Did they drop a state, or a surrounding area?" I asked as I grabbed the jar from her, opening it with ease.

  "Thanks." She whispered.

"They said that it was definitely happening in Vermont. The question is where."

      Damn.

"Are you going?" Just because he's retired, doesn't mean he's not down to kill anyone.

  "Yeah, I've got some choice words to say to some of those people."

  "I feel the exact same about Warren." I said a hell of a lot quieter so Mercury wouldn't hear me.

   "Your mother will stay with her. She will be in good hands."

I sighed.

"You seem a hell of a lot nicer than usual. Are you drunk?"

"No dumb ass, I am not drunk. But, it's probably high time I ease up on life. I have a granddaughter now, I'm supposed to be less of a retired Capo, and more of an old man."

   I scoffed.

"If anything, I feel like I need to be more of a Capo."

He sighed.

"That means your fatherly instincts are coming in. When your mom had you and your brother, I was doing business nonstop, that is until your mother told me to be with you guys more often than not."

    I looked at Mercury, sitting on the counter, eating a sandwich, and reading a book.

I think it was at that moment, that exact moment when it actually kicked in. That overwhelming feeling.

   That I would single handedly burn cities to the ground, if it meant that she would be ok.

Is this what it's like to be a father?

  I turned back to the conversation at hand.

       "We leave for Vermont in two days."

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