Esmé:Return of the Mafia Heir

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*Uknown POV*

Since the day that Esmé escaped that night, I have kept an eye on her. She didn’t change her name, making me think that she would not come after the mafia. I knew her father didn’t show her the ropes, even though she was the heir. When she turned eighteen, she changed completely. It was like the old Esmé had died with her family, and a new woman was born in its place.

She went to school and graduated with honors, and she began hanging out with a man I assumed was her boyfriend. They were attached to the hip. I was lost in thought when a knock on my office door brought me out of my thoughts.

“Entra!” (Spanish for ‘come in’) I yelled to whoever was at the other side of the door.

“Señor, tenemos informacion de la chica. Está buscando informacion de los capos de Italia. Es persistente, y quiere una reunión con el Capo más grande de Italia. Caputo.” (Spanish for ‘Sir, we have information on the girl. She is gathering information from the Capos in Italy. She is persistent and wants a meeting with one of the biggest Capos in Italy. Caputo’) Edgardo, my consigliere, told me as he walked to the chair in front of my desk and sat down.

“Shīt, did you send her the letter?” I asked him, wondering if he had sent her the letter. If she was smart, she would back off and lay low. I guess I had to agree with Edgardo. She was persistent.

“I did. They must be working with someone because we just lost connection. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she is making an army and coming for whoever killed her family.” He said, standing up from the chair.

“Oh, I am ready. She got away from me all those years ago, but not this time. I am not going to let her or anyone take away what is mine!” I replied, clenching my jaw. He nodded his head, turning around and leaving my office. I needed to make a plan. I have to go after her before she becomes as strong as possible. I began rubbing my chin as I started to formulate a plan.

*Mason’s POV*

Once I got home from my disastrous choice of fūcking Rose. I felt guilty the whole night. I was sitting on my computer trying to get some work done when Esmé’s email came in.

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 would like daily reports. Is that something you can handle?

Regards,

Esmé

Did she really ask if that is something I can fūcking handle? I rubbed my face tiredly, and I clicked on reply. My email was vague, very vague. It was a one-word reply. Yes. I grabbed my cellphone and checked to see if anything was going on. I could see Thomas going crazy, making phone calls back to back. Something must be going on.

I began to get antsy. Did something happen to her? What if something happened to her? Should I go over there? No, that would be awkward as fūck! We have only argued every time we saw each other, but as much as we argued, my heart raced and my hands itched to grab her face and kiss the fūck out of her.

I started to pace my office, watching my phone like a hawk. I paced in my office for what felt like an eternity, but it was only 15 minutes in reality. Fūck it, I’m going to her. I grabbed my gun from the nightstand table, made sure it had ammo loaded, and took another magazine. You never know with these kinds of people what the fūck is going on.

I grabbed my car keys, wallet, and laptop as I headed out of my house. I got in my car and went straight to her apartment. The drive there was filled with me fighting with myself.

Why am I doing this? I am going to get myself killed. Why do I care so much? I was about to turn around when I saw a text that came in on Thoma’s phone.

‘On my way with the team.’ Okay, that’s it—no going back. I’ll tell her that I came in to discuss her email. I drove into her parking garage, parked my car in reverse, then grabbed my shīt. I placed the gun in my waistband and then headed towards the elevator.

I punched in the floor number, then waited patiently to get to her floor. Okay, maybe not so patiently. I was bouncing from one foot to the other. As soon as the elevator doors opened, my heart rate picked up, and my hands began to sweat. I walked towards her apartment, seeing her door a bit open. I could hear shuffling and people talking a mile a minute. I pushed the door open and slid in. Her living room was full of people on the phone speaking what I assumed was Spanish. She was also there on her phone, pacing, no one noticing I was there.

“What the f—“ I was saying when everyone turned around as they pointed their guns toward me. I raised my hands, making all that I was carrying fall to the floor.

“What the fūck are you doing here?” Esmé asked me as she lowered her gun. She looked around at everyone else, and they all followed suit.

“I came to discuss the email and get everything out on the table.” I told her, bending down and grabbing my things from the floor.

“You could’ve been killed.” She replied, crossing her hands over her chest, making her perfect size B t**s push up slightly.

“Well, aren’t you glad that I didn’t?” I asked her, trying to lighten up the mood. “What is going on in here? Do you need me to help?” I asked her. She took a deep breath and then handed me the letter in what I assumed was Spanish. I looked at the letter, then at her. “I didn’t do so well in Spanish when I was in high school.” I told her, making her throw her head back and laugh.

“I’m glad I made you laugh when you have all of this—“ I said as I circled the room with my finger. “Going on.” I told her, handing her the letter back. Our fingers lightly grazed, and I saw that she held her breath for two seconds, then slowly released it. Glad I wasn’t the only one having to hold my breath once in a while.

“The letter says that they are coming for me. In other words.” She said. My jaw instantly clenched.

Just the thought of her being in danger and someone hurting her made me pissed. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and lock her up in my house, but knowing her, she would probably chop off my balls and feed them to me.

I placed my laptop on the kitchen counter and then started it up before I looked up at her. “What do you need right now?” I asked her, trying to keep a straight face and not go all hulk right now.