Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

7

*Esmé’s POV*

It had been more than 24 hours since I spoke to Danilo, one of Caputo’s men. He has yet to call me back, and as you know, I can be persistent. I get what I want. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Thomas.

Me: Pack your bags. We leave in 48 hours for Italy.

Thomas: Okay, I will get the jet ready.

Me: Thank you. We also need to find a place over there. You know I hate staying in hotels.

Thomas: *rolling eyes emoji

I threw my phone on my bed and then walked to my walk-in closet to begin packing. I felt this pressure in my chest like I should be letting Walker know. Pfft yeah, right! He can kiss my asš, but it is not happening. I pushed that thought from my mind, not even entertaining it.

I needed to find myself a new boo. I needed to let some steam off. I needed to release this pent-up anger I have, and trust me, I have plenty of it.

Once I finished packing, I grabbed my laptop and began researching homes in Italy and the Capos that are over on that side of the country. I needed to gather as much intel as I could, so if they hesitated to help, I would have leverage on my side. Fūck, that’s why I hired Walker. I rolled my eyes as I rubbed my forehead.

I had to call him. I had to know what he had done so far. As I debated whether or not to call him, I decided not to. I decided I would email him instead. I don’t need to listen to his sexy, stupid voice.

I began typing the email, smirking the whole way. I knew that this alone would get him pissed.

To: Mason Walker

From: Esmé Gonzalez

Subject: Status

Good Evening, Mr. Walker

I would like to know the status of what I have requested from you. I will be leaving the country soon and I will need daily reports. Is that something you can handle?

Regards,

Esmé

I pressed send, then slammed shut my laptop. I threw it across the other side of the bed and then ran out of my room, leaving my cellphone behind. I didn’t want to know what he responded. I didn’t want to see if he responded.

“What got you all riled up?” Thomas asked as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing.” I replied, grabbing a wine glass, placing it on the counter, then going over to the fridge to take out what I hadn’t drank last night. Tonight will be different. I am drinking the rest of the bottle. I poured some wine into the glass. Okay, maybe not some. I filled it to the rim, making Thomas look at me with a ‘yeah right’ face. I chugged about half of the glass and then re-filled it.

“Who did it?” He asked me. He knew me so well, but I wasn’t giving that up. The fact that Walker does things to me no one should, will be my secret. I don’t want anyone too close to me! What if they get hurt? What if they kill him? But of course, that little devil on my shoulder chants something else like ‘he can defend himself.

“No one did anything, and it’s just been a rough couple of days.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and then grabbing the wine bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other.

“You coming?” I yelled over my shoulder to Thomas. We would watch one episode nightly of the show ‘Revenge’. I might be all big and bad out there, but in these four walls, I am me. I relax, eat pizza, drink wine, and watch TV when I have time.

As we are sitting on the couch, the doorbell rings. Thomas and I furrowed our brows as we haven’t invited anyone over. He went to grab his gun while I grabbed mine. He opened the door, looked around, and saw a box on the front door. Thomas bent down to grab the box when I whisper yelled at him, “Don’t grab it!”. But of course, he didn’t listen.

Thomas took the box inside the kitchen, placed it very slowly on the counter, and then looked at me. “Since you brought it in, you open it! If we blow up, I’m going to kill you.” I yelled at him.

He shook his head, laughing. “If it blows up, we are dead. Therefore, you can’t kill me.” He replied, rolling his eyes at me.

“Well, then, hurry up!” I told him as I pushed his shoulder.

He walked up to the box and slowly opened it. Such a big box for a 4x6 letter. He grabbed the letter, handing it to me.

I look at the letter, and all the hair on my back stands on end. I had the letter in my hand when everything around me was blurred out.

Pensé que no ibas a meter tu nariz en esto, por lo que veo falle. Nos veremos pronto.

(I thought you weren't going to stick your nose into this. I see I failed. See you soon.)