The Redemption of mobster

Chapter 4

Khaterine Parker

It's about time to go to bed, because it's been a week and tomorrow it would be Damian's surgery.

He was on the balcony of our room, and his thoughts were very distant.

I went to the kitchen, served some chocolate cake for him and myself, I had made the cake yesterday because I loved cooking, took out of the fridge a passion fruit juice and served it in two glasses.

With the help of a tray I took the food to our room. I approached Damian and left the tray on the balcony.

I took the cake and started eating, I loved chocolate cake and Damian too.

- Do you want to? - I asked Damian talking, because he was in total silence watching me while I ate.

- I think chocolate cake is good at these times. Calms the anxiety. - I added.

Damian took the cake and started eating.

- It's delicious. - I said while savouring.

- Thank you.

- Looking forward to tomorrow? - I asked.

- Khaterine, if anything happens to me, promise me that I will take care of you and my father. I've already signed everything.

You will take over business and everything I have, and if you want to get out of the mafia and start a new life you can! I shared the fortune I have 50% for you and 50% for my father.

Damian was a billionnaire, yes, that's right.

He had several businesses besides the mafia without counting real estate and shares in other companies such as a jewellery store and an oil company in the United Arab Emirates.

But none of this mattered to me, I loved Damian since I was little and I just wanted my husband's presence.

- Damian, I don't want any of this! I just need you to listen to me, and don't do this surgery because it's risky. I don't mind taking care of you, and staying in a wheelchair doesn't make you any less of a man. Don't risk your life.

- Khaterine, my decision is already made. And I'd like to apologise for never having been a good husband. - I hear Damian say, and for the first time I see an expression of regret in your face.

The same because he never wanted to look weak, he got up and went...

Damian Cooper

I leave the balcony of my room because I didn't want to show Khaterine weakness.

I really wanted to drink a good dose of whiskey but I couldn't because of the surgery I'll do tomorrow.

I wanted to do the surgery so badly, but I didn't want to die either. I wanted to be a father.

I imagine Khaterine on my lap with a baby, a mine me in her arms or a mine Khaterine in her arms.

I pass by the chapel in the backyard, Khaterine used to pray with my father.

My wife had so much faith, that should be the reason she never gave up our marriage.

Because I've never stopped being a cold man to her, I admit Khaterine's qualities but I don't love her I don't know what love is and I can't even feel it.

The only thing I feel for Khaterine is admiration and gratitude even if she doesn't know it, and it's likely that she never knows. That's why I left 50% of my assets to her.