Saving The Capo's Heir

Six

Esmé

It took Javier two hours to sort out all the information I needed. Keep in mind that although I run the biggest Mafia Cartel in New York, it only became officially mine one year ago. Enemies began flowing left and right after that, but after my first kill, things calmed down for a mere two days.

My uncle left no living relatives except me. He never married, he did have a son, but I killed him. Therefore, that was out of the question.

The following two on the list were Viktor from Russia and Iram Nieves, both deceased, but the question now falls on whether they have family and if that family is willing to die. In this job, you have two people, the ones that have kids, and the kids hate their parent’s so much that when they finally die, they don’t care to avenge their death. You also have the ones who will avenge their parent’s death and come for you. My worry now is if either of these two has one that is willing to avenge their father’s death.

“Okay, I have just forwarded everything I have on both of them to your secure email. We can discuss it together, or I can leave you two alone, and you can call me if anything.” Javier said, looking between Mason and me.

“We can all discuss it now.” I assured Javier just as my computer pinged. I opened the email and found a ZIP folder. I looked over at Javier and smiled.

“You are always so detailed.” I shook my head and downloaded the ZIP folder. I tapped my finger on the table as I waited for the folder to download so I could unzip it and see its contents.

I opened the folder when it was finally unzipped and saw two folders. One labeled Viktor, and the other one labeled Iram Nieves. I clicked on the one for Viktor.

“Okay, let’s start with Viktor since he was the furthest away.” I announced and began reading the PDF document that he had put together.

“So he has the son that is glad his father is dead since he is almost bankrupt and the target to many capos over in that country.” I recapped what was on paper and exited the file.

“I am going to Iram now.” I opened Iram’s file, which was almost the same as Viktor’s. The only difference was that Viktor had one heir.

I raised my gaze toward Javier, “We are back to square one?” I asked him.

“Not necessarily. It just means that I need to dig deeper. This was just me scratching the surface. There has to be something; there is

no way he didn’t have kids. Was he celibate his whole life? Does he have some sort of reproduction disease? Those are the questions no capo asks but that I think about. Give me a couple of hours, and I will get you all that and much more.” Javier pointed his finger over to my desktop and dipped his chin.

“Fine.” I responded.

Thomas

By the look of the bruises around my arms and legs, I give it that we have been here for a week. I have no idea who has us. I just know that Aaliyah and I have become very close. Whoever had us locked both of us together, so I know she is not being abused or tortured. I barely sleep, and it is not because of Aaliyah. I barely sleep because my nightmares are back. The last time that I had a nightmare was the night before I found Esmé.

Esmé knows my story and understands my struggles. I used worked in security since I was eighteen. A retired Army veteran trained me to protect and serve his daughter after her mother was murdered right before them. It was only when they were both killed right in front of me I began having nightmares. The day I found Esmé, I was walking back to my apartment the second I saw her. It was like he was talking to me, telling me that she needed me, that she needed my help. I wanted to run the other way and not get into this mess all over again, but I couldn’t. My heart couldn’t. The hurt and sadness that she had in her eyes fueled me even more.

I raised my gaze and saw the blinking light at the corner of the room. Whoever had us is watching my every move. I have not seen one person; they wait until I am asleep in a cradled position with Aaliyah tucked in my chest, and they come and drop food and formula. I am not going to complain. I know Esmé, Javier and Mason will do everything in their power to come and rescue us, so I just wait patiently. I walked toward the bed where I had Aaliyah lying down and ensured she was safely covered with pillows before

I headed into the shower. I am just walking away from the bed when I hear the deadbolt of the lock turn.

I pivoted back to the bed and pick Aaliyah up as softly as I could and brought her to my chest. In comes two men and a woman dressed all in black and wearing ski masks. ‘What the fūck.’

“Hand her over.” One man jerks his head over to the woman that is holding her arms out.

“For what?” I demanded. Aaliyah might not be my blood, but she is my family.

“Hand. Her. Over.” The man repeated, placing his hand on the baton hoisted on his waist.

I shook my head, denying him. He would have to kill me in order to get her away from me. He looked at the other man and pulled the baton from his waist. He raised the baton and looked at me again.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked in a warning. I nodded, showing them that I was not scared of them. The man brought his hand down, the baton connecting with my knee making me fall on my knees, but I still held on tight to the now crying Aaliyah in my arms. The man jerked his head toward the other man and came to stand behind me. The second man placed the edge of a knife on my throat.

“Are you going to give her up now?” The one that is doing all the talking asked. I once again shook my head. He looked at the man standing behind me and dipped his chin.