Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

4

*Mason’s POV*

All night I tossed and turned. All I saw when I closed my eyes were her piercing green eyes. I tossed and turned until I decided to get up from bed and head to the gym. I ran until my legs were burning, my lungs were aching, and my shirt was soaked in sweat.

I went back upstairs, dried my face with a small hand towel, then walked straight into the shower. The hot water relaxed my tired and tense muscles. Once I finished my shower, I dressed in simple basketball shorts, a T-shirt, and running shoes. I grabbed my Glock from my nightstand and some ammo from the closet and headed to the shooting range. I didn’t have a meeting until 10 AM, so I decided to take some practice shots in the backyard. When I bought this house, it needed to have two things. One was a gym and second, a shooting range.

I shot until I had emptied 200 bullets from my ammo bucket. Gym and shooting were my stress relievers. I was walking back into my house when I received a ping on my cellphone. I placed the gun and the ammo bucket on the table by the door to check my cellphone. It was an email from my assistant.

From: Stephanie Haye

To: Mason Walker

Subject: FWD: Esmé Gonzalez

Mr. Walker, please see the contract attached.

I threw my head back as I sighed.

‘I need a drink.’ I thought to myself. I ignored the email, walking into my bedroom to change. Once in the office, I will contact her. We needed to talk about this damn contract. I won’t be able to get rid of her asš, so I guess I will have to suck up working with her. I left my house and headed to the office with 10 minutes to spare for my meeting.

The whole meeting, I thought that I should apologize to Esmé, but then the way she acted made me feel otherwise. I was not scared of her per se, but I also didn’t want to die. The way she carries herself screamed ‘Don’t mess with me, bītch or I will slice your throat without batting an eye’.

Once my meeting ended, I decided to dial her number, which sent me straight to voicemail. Ugh! I was going to try again and call her, but just as I was going to click on her name, I received a call from an unknown number. I furrowed my brows, thinking that it was strange, but shrugged my shoulders, answering the call anyway.

I quickly clicked the green button to answer the call. “This is Walker.” I said, untying the first two buttons of my button-down shirt. I have known this woman for 24 hours, and I see that she will drive me to register myself for AA.

“I believe you were trying to reach Esmé.” The man said, making me look back at my phone to recheck the number.

“I was. Whom might this be?” I asked. He grunted on the phone as if I knew who was calling me.

“Thomas. She told me that I was to deal with you. I want to assume that you received the contract.” He replied, making me clench my fists.

“I would like to talk to Esmé.” I replied, trying not to show this i***t that I was bothered that she was not the one that called me or the fact that she was ignoring my call.

“No can do, buddy.” He replied. ‘Buddy’? What the fūck? Does this piece of sh*t really think that I was five?

“Listen here, buddy.” I emphasized on the buddy. “Either she calls me personally, or I will not be working with her. End of discussion.” I replied, ending the call.

I was seething. I wanted to go over to her, bend her over my knee, and give her a few good spankings. Who the fūck does she think she is? Wait…. why did I fūcking care so much? My asš needs to get laid ASAP!

I got up from my desk, then headed for the ‘Technology’ room, as I called it. It was a room with screens all over the walls. In front of the screens, a sleek black desk was placed with a desktop holding two monitors. I turned the computer on. Once it came to life, I entered codes and data. I wanted to know whom she talked to, where she was, and whom she was texting. I wanted to know it all. When I was satisfied with what I did to her phone, I did the same thing with her watchdog. I knew that wherever she was, he was going to be there. I linked my cellphone to receive all notifications from both cellphones.

I made a mental checklist and then began crossing items out once I completed them. Both phones being hacked, check. Next, hack into the security footage of where she used to live, check. I needed to have eyes and ears in there.

I needed to know what the fūck I just got myself into. They had about five firewalls in their security footage, nothing complicated, which screamed that they were fūcking idiots. If you are from the Mafia, I assume you want to be entirely sure that you are protected from all angles. I mean, that is what I would do. That is what all the capos I work for do. They hired me to do exactly that. They have a thousand properties, warehouses, offices, and dungeons booby-trapped to their asš. No one blinks without the capo knowing.

Anyway, not my fūcking problem. Once I was officially passed their security footage, I put it to record everything and be sent to my cloud. I now wanted to know everything that was being done in that house.

In 24 hours, I will go over the feed and then run a facial recognition. I want to know who is there, their names, dates of birth, and the color of underwear they were wearing that day. That, my friends, is why this woman, for the past 24 hours, has haunted my dreams and my waking moments.

I turned off the computers, looking at the time on my cellphone. It was already 6 pm. Then I remembered that she hadn't called. I pulled my cellphone out and looked for her name, clicking the icon to send a text message.

Me: I guess the contract is null and void.

Esmé: Ha! Why is that?

Me: I am still waiting for your call to discuss this contract.

Esmé: I am sure that you spoke to Thomas. You made it clear last night that this was just business. He handles all contracts. If you have specific questions regarding the contract, please contact him directly.

Me: Not going to happen. I deal directly with the Capos, not with their watchdogs.

There. Let’s see what she says now. I could see the three blue dots indicating that she was texting back, then the blue dots disappeared. They came back up again and disappeared again. That happened for five minutes until I received an alert stating that she was on the move.

Fūck me. She was headed to my office. Where I am alone. She won’t kill me, right?