Chapter Seven: Meeting With Marco.
After we finished eating it was six in the afternoon. Mig grabbed then helped me put on a cute black bomber jacket with a white stripe on the sleeves and Japanese letters embroidered on the back.
"It says future queen." Mig said adjusting the sleeves. "I know, but I'm not gonna tell you I'm fluent in 15 different languages and I'll use that to my advantage. All you guys know is I can speak some Spanish and English. Dumbasses really thought I couldn't sense the feeling of being watched... And they couldn't have tapped into my actual phone. I had that shit so complicated that the 'anonymous' hackers I knew couldn't get into it... Though my burner phone they probably did tap into but they're not gonna find anything besides anything others would have on their phone. Like this man who claims to be my grandfather who is also the leader of a mafia, you think he'd be smarter" I think.
"I'm guessing we're going to go see Marco?" I asked looking at him. "Ya..." He said, taking a deep breath while looking at my sleeves. "You're scared of him." I say sympathetically.
"He's the boss, everyone is a little." He says while picking me up bridal style but putting his arm under the jacket so it won't tug or pull at my back. I just nod and lean onto him.
We walk to an elevator and go to the fourth floor. I didn't like elevators, I wasn't sure why though. "You're super light." Mig laughs as we get out and start walking through a hallway.
I shrug as a response to his comment while I look around trying to map out the hallway listening to his steps and any creaks in the floor counting his steps in my head and counting how long it took for us to get there.
We enter a room with two brown oak doors and gold handles. There was a huge black table and chairs, TVs, computers stuff like that. Definitely a conference room there wasn't a doubt in my mind.
The people who filled the chairs watch us, well me. Mig set me in an empty chair and sat next to me. The silence was suppocatong, I loved the quiet but not right now I could feel every set of eyes on me and I never liked being the center of attention.
Men in black and navy suits watching my every movement and not gonna lie it was kinda intimidating. But I wasn't and didn't show it.
We hear a cough at the front of the room. "Grazie Mr.Cortez." Marco said nodding. (Grazie translates to: Thank you in Italian.)
He was wearing a black suit and black button up with the top couple buttons undone. It's a somewhat uncommon style that I approve of almost anyone in. Mig just nods out of respect.
"Marco." I say acknowledging him. "Please sweetie call me Grandpa or Nonno." He said in a sweet tone. (Nonno means Grandpa in Italian.)
"Marco." I repeated showing it was something he'd have to earn being called. You could feel the uncomfort in the atmosphere as a reaction to my comment even though you couldnt tell by looking at anyone's faces and I thought the awkwardness was absolutely hilarious.
Almost everyone's attention went to Marco as he cleared his throat. "Ok now that everyone is here and we have successfully saved Atom, let's start going on to the next part of our plan." Marco said, straightening out some paperwork.
"I'm sorry why in every fucking meeting either on TV or in real life they gotta straighten out their god damn paper work?! Like do it before hand dumbass!" My inner monologue questions. "Tis a glitch in thy matrix." I internally slap my head while my inner monologues laugh.
"Not the time!" I tell the voices in my head as I try to pay attention. Marco sets a file and a button in front of me.
"Proof like I said earlier and a button if you need anything." He said smiling at me but as soon as he turned his usual cold demeanor returned. I look him dead in the eye with no emotion showing and press the button and in an instant a very attractive italian woman comes into the room.
"Anything you need Ms.Franzese?." The woman asks while bowing her head. I tilt my head in approval towards Marco. "Um a pillow for my back would be nice." I smile. The female nods and leaves the room. "Nice ass." I think watching her leave the room.
I open the file and start reading parts of it. "Medical records, blah blah blah, a shit ton of people in this picture, blah blah blah, Dead females, blah blah blah." Then after skimming over some stuff in the span of 7 seconds I find something that sparks my interest, three birth certificates with the same date on them. One of them with my name but last name Franzese on it, also race it has almost every box checked.
"Birth defects, blah blah blah, I'm albino... Well explains why I'm so fucking pale. I mean I've been saying I am for the last year as a joke but now..." My brain tries taking in all the new information almost at once.
"Dobbiamo capire cosa fare con lei." A man says in a serious tone while glancing at me. (Translation from italian: We need to figure out what to do with her.)
I look at the man confused meanwhile my inner monologue laughs at him "He thinks we can't understand him!" The laughing in my head continues. "I thought they already figured this out, how does he not know what to do with me?!" The laughing on my head continued.
"Ho già un piano." Marco said as a response. (Translation from Italian: I already have a plan)
"Well at least someone knows what they're doing." I internally groan. "I'm keeping this." I say bluntly looking at my grandfather. "All right, we have a couple other copy's.". Some men looked shocked from the fact I just told instead of asking their boss.
As I was about to open my mouth the hot butler/maid walked in. "Here you go ma'am." The girl said placing the pillow behind me then bowing. "Thanks." I say politely, she then nods and walks away.
"I like her, she doesn't talk much. Anyway let's get down to business." I say while my attitude changes in less than half a second between each sentence.
"So what's our main plan, like how do I fit into this? What did you really need from me?" I cross my arms looking at Marco. "Well sweetheart I'm not as young as I used to be." He says before I cut him off.
"Let me guess you need me to take over your gang when you leave and or die?" I say leaning against the pillow.
"Exactly, I'm glad we're on the same page." He says smiling. "Can you please stop with the fake ass smiles they're kinda creepy." I say bluntly.
He nods and everyone stays quiet confused and a little terrified. "Atom we're one of the top mobs in California, and my sons won't ever listen to me. So I want you to be my heir, also I needed to get you out of all that bull shit Yui and Kanjiharu pulled to keep you safe." He said very seriously.
"They must be my other grandparents." I said my eyes asking for confirmation. "Yes but they live in Japan." Marco says slightly irritated. I nod and it gets quiet for a minute.
There's a loud noise at the front of the room and all the men straighten up. "Ok we need to keep expanding our territory, there have been a few small gangs spreading their markings on our territory and a few small gangs that we can make deals with. They shouldn't be that hard to take care of. There are only six to ten people in each one so I expect most of them to be taken care of by the end of next week." Marco says very seriously.
"Can I help?" I ask returning the same energy he was radiating. "Can you move your arms well?" He asks, smirking. My face drops. "Touché." I say crossing my arms and rolling my eyes.