41Okay so i wasn't going to post this until tomorrow because who gets on FP on turkey day? (well, other than me :) but i was rereading my comments from the last chappie and they were so good i decided to post now. So enjoy and Happy Turkey Day!
Have you ever gotten a letter or email or something that you didn't want to open because you were afraid of what was inside? Well, that's how I'm feeling. I know something is going on, something bad, but I would really rather not face it. I don't want to know, but I know I'm going to have to open that letter eventually. As much as I want to forget any of this ever happened, it isn't just going to go away. I'm going to have to figure out what is going on and get myself out of this mess.
Ramon decides it will be best to tell me what's going on upstairs so he leads me back to the dull room. I follow him up the stairs and get a rather nice view of his backside. I suddenly remember Mateo, or rather I remembered how easily I forgot him, if that makes any sense at all.
I have problems. Apparently I can move from one guy to the next within a day.
I sit back on the bed and he sits next to me a serious look on his face.
I don't know if I'm ready to hear this. I'm the type of person who doesn't like to face my problems, ignoring them has always been much easier.
If I pretend I don't notice when my dad is cheating on my mom then I can almost forget it ever happened. Same goes with my mom. If I pretend I don't see her alcoholic problems then maybe they'll go away.
"So I guess I'm going to have to start from the beginning, since your dad didn't tell you anything, I'm assuming." I scrunch my forehead. What the hell is he talking about?
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He said.
"Your dad kept it from you from a reason, I guess, but I think you deserve to know why you've been kidnapped." He scratches the back of his neck.
I don't say anything. What are you supposed to say to that?
"So I guess the main thing is that my dad is the Mexican Mafia Mob Boss and-."
I can't help it, I start laughing uncontrollably. I laugh so hard I cry. It's just so funny. Mexican Mafia? Come on, you know that's funny. So I just keep laughing. Maybe it is just because of the whole mafia crap or maybe it's because I might just believe him. I mean his dad did look kind of freakishly mob bossy.
When I finally fall silent a couple minutes later Ramon is waiting, eyebrows raised.
"Okay, so it sounds funny to you, but it's the truth. And not only is my dad a Mob boss but so is yours." I put my hand up to stop him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's not possible for two reasons. One," I hold up a finger, "my dad owns an electronics company, and two," I hold up another, "there can't be two mob bosses." I think.
"Okay, one," he holds up a finger mimicking me, "your dads "electronic company" is his cover and two," he holds up another, "your dad isn't the mob boss of the Mexican mafia he's the mob boss of Nuestra Familia, our rival."
"Its not possible, my dad would never get mixed up with people like that." I say.
"The groups both started in prisons and-" He says.
"My dad was never in prison!" I say appaled.
"No, but he was in a juvenile correctional facility when he was a teenager." He says. My mouth pops open. How would he even know that?
"No he wasn't. You have the wrong girl here, my dad isn't a mob boss."
"Look you're in Southern California right now. This is Mexican Mafia territory. Northern California is where Nuestra Familia is based. Our dads hate each other. They both struggle to take control of the black market and the drug trafficking. My dad has the advantage with drug trafficking because of location, and how close he is to the border, but your dad has a lot of connections in the black market. He's got a knack for turning people against my dad."
"Okay lets play pretend for a second and say I believe you. Why would you need to kidnap me?" I say. He waits a moment, pain etched across his face.
"A year ago today, your dad ordered someone to burn down our house. My dad and I were down at the border. I suppose his goal was to put us behind schedule but my sister, Maria, was in her room, sleeping." He pauses. I can see how much pain his sister's death caused him, "My dad flipped out, all he's talked about since is getting back at your dad-."
"By killing me?" I ask shocked at my understanding. Ramon doesn't say anything.
Things start to piece together.
Why my dad is never around. He's taking "business trips" to the border.
Why he never let me see where he works. He's a mob boss.
Why we have so much money. He' trafficks drugs.
Why my mom never left my dad. She's afraid of him, or wants the money.
Why I've been kidnapped. He killed another mob boss's daughter.
I shake my head.
"Let me go, you have the wrong girl." My voice cracks and I start crying.
Crying in front of the hottest guy I've ever seen. And what's pathetic is that I even acknowledge this at all when I've just found out my dad is a mob boss and killed a girl.
"You're lying to me. My dad would never kill someone, never please."
"Shhh…"
He wraps his warm arms around my shoulders and whispers into my ear.
"It's going to be okay. Your going to be okay."
"Until you kill me." I sneer pushing him away.
I say it vehemently but a part of me knows he couldn't hurt me. He wouldn't.
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Questions!
1. Surprised?
2. Do things add up?
3. Team Ramon or Team Mateo?
4. Did you like the chapter?
So truth be told, I am not a member of the Mexican Mafia or Nuestra Familia so I do not know particularly how drug trafficking and the black market work so just go along with it. Eh? BUT… the Mexican Mafia and Nuestra Familia are real Mobs. And all the information and the stuff about the north and south stuff is true.