Chapter 19: Mafia Ball 2

Fernando's POV

Chasing my brother and his family wasn't such an easy task. He always knew of our location, of our closeness to discover his location. I was annoyed, pained, scarred but most especially, betrayed. I felt betrayed by both my brother and the woman I ever loved, the pain of their betrayal was a constant reminded to me and I hated. I always wanted what Lorenzo had. Lorenzo, my brother, the heir to the Spanish Mafia eloped with the love of my life, the woman of my dreams. Sofia got pregnant for him! For my brother even after I've confessed my feelings to her. Father was right, love wasn't something to be associated with the mafia but I was so bobo(Foolish). I thought my life would be different, could be different for that of my father's but it was so far from his. I loved an orphan and I didn't care what the world thought. All I cared about was if she loved me, if we'd make our own lovely family, a family with no violence, no guns, no fights. I wanted a life of peace just with the ones I love, just the way madre(mother) always wished for but how could I have such when the one I love rejected me.

17years. That was what it took me to get their location. Lorenzo and Sofia had changed their names, thinking I wouldn't find them. They had a family, a lovely family, what I wished for. My hatred towards Lorenzo only triple as I saw Sofia with yet another bump. This should be their third one and here I am, in my car staring at something I could never have, something I could only dream of. "Ir(drive)" I ordered. Their perfect family would no longer be so perfect after my appearance. If I couldn't have what Lorenzo had, then he won't have it either.

I smiled as I walked into their house, their expressions were to die for. Sofia looked at though she saw the devil himself while my brother, he was so pissed, so angry that I caught up with his plans. Making myself comfortable on their leather sofa, I cross my leg, ready to start my judgements. Things didn't go as planned. Their children came down like marching ants but I didn't care, I continued with my threats. I wanted Sofia, I wanted her and the baby in her womb, I'd forgive her no matter what she did, the love I had for her was just too great and I was willing to overlook everything that's happened between us. She rejected me, she rejected me for the second time, her words were like wild beasts trampling on my pride and I slapped her, if she didn't want me, then Lorenzo wouldn't have her too. Their daughter. Pictures of her didn't do justice to her beauty, she looked like my mother, the mother I wished stay with me in my rough days, she had a mouth though and I almost like my control.

'Jasper' The name wasn't right, it wasn't a Spanish name, he kept wailing like a woman in labour and I got angry. I wanted the children since the mother wasn't coming with me to Spain. I wanted her to feel the pain of losing someone or something she loved. My anger had clouded my decisions, my mind, my rational thinking and I, killed my nephew, his rejection was worst than that of his mother's. I ended up killing the entire family except madre(mother). Her screams were the loudest I've ever heard in my existence. She screamed so loud, she cried like a sword was driven into her heart. Once she was unconscious we took her, heading back to Spain.

I should congratulate you. For making me an orphan. Those words killed me, they soiled themselves in my heart but I was buried when Ashley flinched away, when she screamed poisonous words at me, when she wished me dead, when she wanted me away, far away from her. Once the plan landed in Canada, I didn't wait for them to come out, I drove to the meeting point, where new guns were to be delivered to me. Her words made me feel stupid. Was I heartless? Yes. But those words, they... Hurt. They were worse than the betrayal, the rejection. I felt satisfied when I killed my brother and his family but her face, her words, her entire self made me feel as though I had committed the biggest mistake of my life, like I'd committed the biggest crime the world has ever known.

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"Ella qúe?!!" I suddenly became deaf. The idiota(Idiot) in front of my looked scared, he should be. How could a frail girl escape his grasp just like that, on his head she smacked. "Don? Yo votar(I swear) I had no idea where she went. We've searched everywhere for her," Malcolm said, he was on his knees begging for his pitiful life. I am so close to killing him but he was the last person with her. "Cuarenta y ocho. Cuarenta y ocho hora(48hours) that's all your have," I stated firmly and they all marched out. How is that even possible? She was just her and there was him, a strong man and she successfully scarred him. Imbecíl(morons) that's what I'm surrounded by, useless people, annoying tonto(Fool), I just hope she's back here, in my arms, I don't want her getting associated with the wrong people.

'Solo un maldito trabajo!(Just one fucking job!)'

"You had one! Un trabajo!" I yelled. Malcolm was been beaten, he was tied to a steel chair but I wasn't satisfied. His moans of pain were nothing to me, the sounds of bones breaking weren't calming me down, I wanted the girl here. How could she had outrun them?! How could she just disappear from the surface of the earth. His screams were doing little to nothing to soothe my temper and I got frustrated, pulling out my gun, I placed holes all over him. "Dispose him," I spat. We've been staying at my penthouse. I walked into the living, seeing the vase, I picked it up and smashed it, that was how every breakable thing in my sight ended up. I pulled my face, the stress was eating me up, the fact that she was missing, she was alone in such a forest and the thought irked me. She was the only family I had and I wanted to redeem myself, I wanted her to look at me as a better person, as her uncle, as her guardian. I never had anything to protect, to love and I wanted to do those things but she was missing. She was fucking missing!!

6months, 6bloody fucking months!!!

I sat in the car, heading towards a ball. The mafia ball. I shouldn't be going but I need to, if not for the consequences then to get help from other mafia men. Yes I am willing to shove down my pinche orgullo(Fucking pride) just to have Ashley safe. The puta beside me kept touching me, seeking attention. "llegar tus manos de mí!!(get your hands off me!!)" she flinched away. I raked my hair in tiredness. "Don we're here," I heard Ricco. Stepping out of the car, we are being greeted by other Mafian lords. I greeted those I was familiar with while the rest got a head nod.

"So you want us to help you? What does she look like? And why is she so special to have 7 mafia lords looking for her. What is she to you?" Vlad asked. I've always hated his guts, he irked me, he always had a way to provoke me. Other Mafia lords turned to me, waiting for some sort of explanation. I don't owe them a pinche explicación. "I don't have to explain anything to you people. You all owe me, one way or another you owe me and you Vlad. Your debt is just too much, don't you think it's time you pay up?" I said glaring at them, when they didn't say anything, I continued, "I'll send you her picture and if any one of you try as much as to prick her skin, I'll hunt you down like dogs. Neto?(Clear?)" they gave nods before they walked out. I sighed, 'Well, my purpose for coming here is clearly done'

I walked out, checking the time, it was 2:59. I collected a glass of champagne from the waiter. I was taking leisure sips when someone bumped into me, making the drink spill on my expensive velvet suit. I looked down, ready to make the person regret his very existence but my words died in my throat. Right before me stood the girl, or rather lady who brought me to this crazy function. My niece looked... Beautiful. She was healthy as a horse, her eyes, those forest green eyes held an apology. I wanted to touch her, to check if I was hallucinating, to be sure that the only family I have left was staring right back at me. My hands came to a halt when I spotted a figure behind her. It was a man, a man stood behind her possessively, glaring at me, he pulled her by her waist, urging her away which she did without a fuss. It was clear as daylight that she knew this man but that didn't settle me, he was in a function with her and it wasn't any type of function. A mafia function. Million thoughts were running through my head.

'How did she get here? Where has she been all this while? Who is that man with her? Is she been maltreated? How was she surviving all this months?'

I rubbed my temple as the questions kept bombarding my head. "Don? Are you alright?" Ricco asked and I gave a curt nod to him. Ashley and the man were leaving, I stared at the man's retreating form. Suddenly he turned back and his eyes met mine, I glared hard at him but he wasn't bothered by my looks cause he smirked. He smirked at me before entering the limo with my niece. "Ricco? Do you know that man?" I asked and he gave me a reply instantly. "Yes don. He's Alexander Hernandez, his mafia is the first in the world's top 5. He doesn't really organise himself with meetings and he's barely seen, seeing him here is quite a privilege," I hummed in response to his ranting. Alexander Hernandez. Well he shouldn't get comfortable with Ashley's presence, cause she's coming back home with me... To where she belongs.

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I don't speak Spanish, so if your find any wrong word please do not hesitate to correct me.

Jenny😘😘