Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

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This book will only contain a * before s****l scenes.

*Esmé’s POV*

“Run and don’t look back! Esmé. Don’t come back here until you are ready. Until you can avenge us all. I love you, baby girl. Now go!” I woke up panting and sweating from the reoccurring nightmare. I rubbed my face tiredly and looked at the clock which read 4:30 AM. It never failed. It’s always the same time that those bastards came into our estate in South Hampton, New York, killing my whole family.

I got out of bed, changed into my gym clothes, and headed out to the gym.

“Where are you going so early?” Thomas asked, sitting on the corner of the couch in the dark.

“What the fūck! You scared the sh*t out of me!” I yelled at him as I placed my hand on my chest, trying to relax my breathing.

“Where are you going at 5 AM?” He questioned again.

“Relax, I’m going to the gym.” I answered him back. “You coming, creep?” I asked him as I reached the front door.

Thomas has been with me since I turned 18. He initially wanted to get with me, but I quickly nipped that sh*t in the butt. I don’t want anyone to get close to me and get hurt when I go after the fūckers that killed my family. Instead, he trained me hard. He challenged me more than I ever imagined. Don’t get me wrong. I have my share of flings around, but that is all they are. Sēx and nothing more. I mean, a girl has needs too.

“Another nightmare?” He asked, raising his brows.

“You know it! Now let’s go.” I replied, turning around and opening the front door. I walked to the elevator, punching in the ground level where the gym was on.

I was only 15 when they slaughtered my family and when my mother shoved me in the passageway of our home to escape. She knew that I was next, but as the heir of the Mafia, I had to be protected. I had to fend for myself until I was ready to go back. When I was shoved into the passageway, I found three backpacks. She used to call them emergency bags in case something happened and we had to run. Each of them was labeled with our names.

I grabbed all three bags and ran. It was not like they would need them. I knew then I would have to lie low for a while. I didn’t have time to mourn my family as ordinary people did. I had to push my feelings aside as I hid behind the shadows.

I ran through the passageway until I saw a door that led to the outside world. I saw an old beat-up car. My mother used to do ‘mock meetings’ monthly to remind us where to go and what to do. When I was able to find a safe location, I searched inside each bag, each bag holding one million dollars in cash, emergency food and water to last you about three days, and a passport with fake names. I placed all the money, water, food, and the passport with my new name and picture in one bag as I set the other two on fire. I stayed there to ensure no evidence remained of whom the bags belonged to.

I tried not to think about the past often, as I would get all emotional, and I couldn’t afford emotions right now. I shook my head to get rid of the memories and got on the treadmill. I ran until my legs burned and my shirt was soaked with my sweat. I turned off the treadmill, grabbed the water bottle, and took a big gulp.

“That nightmare was a bad one, huh? You never run six miles.” Thomas said.

“It was.” I replied.

“Are you ever going to tell me your story?” He asked me.

I shook my head. ”You know I don’t want anyone to know specific details.” I replied. Thomas only knows that my family got murdered, and that I wanted revenge. He does not know that I am an heir to the mafia. When the time comes, I will give him a choice to continue with me or go our separate ways.

“I know, but eventually, we will kill them. Are you going to tell me then?” He asked. I sighed. I never thought about my life after I killed whoever was involved.

“I will let you know then, okay?” I replied, taking another big gulp of water and drying my face with a hand towel.

“Let’s go back. We need to get ready.” I told him, turning around and heading for the exit. We got back to the penthouse, going our separate ways to prepare for the day.

Once I was ready in my black pencil skirt, olive green button-down shirt, and black Louis Vuitton pumps, I went out to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. As I waited for the coffee to brew, I grabbed the files that Thomas and I left on top of the kitchen counter.

Thomas walked into the kitchen. “Those are the contracts sent over by the owner of that small new law firm on 5th ave.” He told me, making me nod my head. One thing I also did when I turned eighteen was enroll in college and get myself a bachelor’s in Financial Analyst. In other words, I give companies financial advice. I have many contracts. Some are small law firms, and others are big corporations.

I have been behind two men, and they have been so f*cking hard to get in touch with. One is the Capo of Italy, Leo Caputo, and the other is Mason Walker, the CEO of TriTech Web Developments.

“Any luck with Walker?” I asked Thomas while I smelled my coffee, then took a small sip. The smell of coffee to me was heaven.

“No, his damn assistant keeps giving me the runaround.” He replied, huffing and puffing. I shook my head. He could be an absolute a**hole sometimes and other times a big baby.

“Okay, big guy. Let’s go visit him, yeah?” I told him, finishing my coffee and placing the mug in the sink. I walked out of my penthouse towards the elevator, punching in the ground-level parking garage. Thomas opened the door to my Mercedes SUV as I climbed in.

“Are you packed?” He asked me, taking in my outfit.

“Never leave the penthouse without it.” I told him as I raised my skirt a bit, showing him the thigh gun holster belt. He nodded as he exited the garage and drove towards TriTech Web Developments. I would need to take a plane or catch him here in New York to get to Caputo. He could wait a bit longer than Walker.

Fifteen minutes later, we were parking in TriTech Web Developments’ lower garage. Thomas got out of the SUV, coming around to open my door. I fixed my skirt, grabbed my clutch, and headed inside. I punched in for floor 10. When the door opened, you saw a big glass plaque on the wall that said ‘TriTech Web Developments.’ The office was all grey and white. The assistant was sitting behind her desk wearing a grey suit as well. What the actual fūck is this? Whatever. Not my company.

“How may I help you?” Barbie asked, standing up from her desk.

“I am here to see Mr. Walker.” I replied, removing my Ray-Ban glasses and placing them in my clutch.

“Of course. Do you have an appointment?” She asked, sitting back down as she typed on her MAC desktop.

“I do not.” I replied, smiling.

She stood back up, smiling. “Unfortunately, Mr. Walker will not be able to see you without an appointment.” She replied, trying to sound confident.

I shook my head and smiled. “Oh honey. He doesn’t have a choice. Either you buzz me in, or I will go in and find him.” I replied to her.

“I am very sorry, Miss, but I can’t buzz you in. He will fire me.” She replied as she clasped her hands. I didn’t have the patience to deal with this sh*t.

I removed my Ruger 380 from my thigh holder, and I pointed it towards her. “You rather be alive and not have a job, or would you like to be dead?” I asked her. She lifted one hand as she buzzed me in with a shaking finger. “First office to the right.” She said as Thomas opened the door for me. “Good choice.” I told her, throwing a wink and walking past Thomas.

We followed the directions that Barbie said, walking towards the office. Thomas knocked on the door, waiting on his response. “Come in!” He yelled. I placed my gun back in my holster and pushed the door open, walking in. He was standing with his back facing the door as he looked down the busy streets of New York.

“How can I—“ He said as he turned around to find me there. I looked for pictures of this man all over the internet, and all that would come up was his father. I creamed my panties just looking at him. This man was the description of perfection. He was about 6’ and all muscles. He was wearing a black suit perfectly tailored to his body, with a crisp white shirt underneath. I knew he had tattoos because you could see them through the shirt and some coming out through his collar. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Fūck me. My mind was playing all the poses I would try with him.

“Are you going to stand there gawking, or will you tell me why you barged into my office without an appointment?” He asked, bringing me back from my dirty thoughts.

“I am here for business. It seems that you keep avoiding me. Your assistant says that you are a busy man. Yet here you are watching people walk in the streets.” I replied, taking a seat on the chair right before his desk.

“It didn’t look like you wanted to talk business. It looked like you wanted to rip my clothes off and fūck me right here.” He replied, sitting on the corner of his desk. Fūck me. Now I really needed a new pair of panties. Thomas cleared his throat, making Walker look up at him. “I’m sorry. Did I offend you or your girlfriend?” He asked Thomas. This was going to be fun.

“Okay, dīckhead. Enough. You have 24 hours to decide if being business partners would benefit both of us. Google me. I’m sure you will see why I need you. My name is Esmé Gonzalez.” I told him as I stood up, turning around and leaving his office.