Saving The Capo's Heir

Five

Esmé

‘Well then, he is pissed.’ I shrugged my shoulders and turned the pump off. I poured the breāstmilk on their baggies and closed them shut, laying them flat. I placed the pump and all its parts in the basket and walked them off to the bathroom to get washed. I fixed my shirt, walked back to gather the baggies of breāst milk, and walked over to the fridge to later place them in the freezer.

I feel as if I woke up a different person. I need to change my way of thinking if I want to get out of this alive. Yesterday, I made them dig all of the information on every single person that was at the hospital that day. I wanted to know whether they were patients, new employees, or sick employees. I wanted to know anything and everything, and then I wanted detailed background information on each person and their finances. People would do anything for money.

It may take me another full day to get to the last of these files, but I will get them done today. Once Mason calms down and returns to the office, I will give him half of these files, and then we can get working. In the meantime, I grabbed a file and opened it. It was the file of the nurse that I thought was weird. I moved the four-by-six picture clipped inside the folder and began reading.

Name: Kai Brown

Age: 21

Relatives: None alive

Finances

Savings: $0

Debt: 132,000

Checking Account: $200.00

Other Information:

The suspect worked at Shannon’s Bar on 7th AVE for three years before landing a job at the Easton Hospital on Halifax Ave. The suspect is a high school dropout, and no college transcript has been found. The suspect was raised by the state.

I shut the envelope and thought, ‘how the hell is a 21-year-old nurse?’ She did not have the appropriate credentials, but she was young! I know I should not judge, but I don’t know. There is something about this girl. I placed the file to the side as Mason walked into the room.

“I hope you are feeling better?” I asked, lacing my fingers together… He stared at me from the door, a stare that has always made my insides twist. “I guess not.” I shrugged, grabbed half the stack of files, and placed them on the other side of the desk. “That is your stack. You can sit in the corner like a child.” I muttered, then sat on my chair, grabbing a file and opening it up.

“Esmé.” He announced, walking over to me.

“Mason.” I countered. He was now standing next to me. My mouth was salivating at how scrumptious he looks. I gulped when he smirked and bent down, pressing his lips to my forehead and grabbing the stack of files.

“You mother fūcker.” I grumbled and threw the file to the side, grabbing the third file.

He chuckled lowly, then sat down on the chair in front of my desk and opened a file. He looked up at me. “What is that stack over there?” He pointed to the file that had Kai’s file.

“Suspects.” I responded, somewhat annoyed at him.

He dipped his chin. “Let me see?” He asked. I huffed and tossed the file to him. He rolled his eyes and opened the file up. He furrowed his brows and looked at me.

“Why is she a suspect?” He asked, looking down at the file.

“She was there that day. I asked her for something to alleviate the pain that I was having, and she came back with an injection of some drug. Not too long after, I began feeling very drowsy, and I was not able to move. I did see bits and pieces of the incident. I tried to help, but I couldn’t move. When I finally gathered the strength to stand from the bed, I was shot by her.” I dipped my chin to the file he was holding and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat while explaining my side of the story to him.

“When did you ask for the pain medication?” He asked. My brain is telling me to lie and not tell him that it was as soon as he left, but my heart won’t let me. I can’t lie to my husband.

“As soon as you left.” I stared at him, and he went as expected.

He slammed shut the file and stood up, slamming his hand on the desk. “What the fūck! You told me that you were fine! That you were in no pain, that is why I left!” He yelled while pointing his finger at me. I know he feels that all of this is his fault, but in reality, I blame myself the most.

“You could’ve been killed that day, Mason!” I yelled back. “What would you have done? They had all of our men down!”

“I could’ve been there to help.” He muttered before turning on his heel and walking to the bar. He poured three fingers of his Scotch of preference and downed it. It was only ten AM, and he already needed the extra boost alcohol gives you.

“Have you thought that maybe it wasn’t a staff or a patient from the hospital?” He asked, throwing me off guard.

“What are you going at, Mason?” I furrowed my brows, trying to recall if we had any more enemies straggling around.

“Esmé, you are a Mafia Boss. If you hold the biggest Mafia Cartel here in New York, you will attract enemies. Have you looked at any other angles besides these?” He asked, pointing toward the files that were stacked on my desk. He had a valid point; damn him.

“You might have a point, Mason. We need Javier.” I announced, standing from the desk and grabbing my cell phone. I punched in Javier’s numbers and pressed the phone to my ear.

“I need you in the office. Bring your laptop.” I ended the call and blew a kiss toward Mason.

“I love you.” I said. I missed telling him that I loved him. I missed him, period. I miss him between my legs.

“I love you too, but you must learn to trust me in everything.” He mentioned. Re-filling his glass and walked over to the desk.

“Yes.” I nodded and sat down.

A knock interrupted what Mason was going to say, and he chuckled. He walked over to the door, pulling it open. Javier was on the other side, panting.

“Did you run here?” I asked in shock.

He nodded as he walked in with his laptop in hand and tried to catch his breath.

“Why?” I asked, shaking my head.

“I thought there was a break in one of these files. I need Thomas back. I don’t know how he does this. Keep me in security detail

only.” He mumbled, making me laugh.

“I promise to give you a month’s vacation when we bring Thomas back home.” I said.

“Deal, what do you have?” He asked, opening his laptop.

“I need information on the capo’s around and those I have killed as of late—family, kids out of wedlock, anything you can find. Mason, here brought up a good point. Maybe it wasn’t someone from the hospital. Maybe it was a rival.” I gave him the gist of our conversation, and he nodded.

“Got it.” He replied and began typing. I have to remain hopeful, and this angle might be the break we have been chasing.