All eyes focused on Federico as they waited for what he had to say. He sat at the farthest part of the table. Simon stared at Federico above his eyebrows. He was waiting for him to say the wrong words and the man would be done. His hand twitched as anticipation gripped him like an iron shackle. His father has chosen Federico as the Under Boss when his father became the Boss of the Morelli Crime Family. Simon was not yet born at that time, but his father had assumed the position after his father suddenly died of a brief illness. Simon didn’t actually care if the man was his father’s most trusted man, for him Federico couldn’t be trusted, his gut says so. Federico leaned on the table with both of his hands clasped together. The man had no emotions visible on his face, it was like he had perfected the art of concealing his emotions. Simon didn’t like it. It made him feel when he can’t read someone. A smile made its way towards Federico’s lips. Not a mocking smile, but it’s not since
True to his word, Cassius Mancini organized a grand party to welcome Simon as the new Boss of the Morelli Crime family. All the members of the organized families across the country were invited. Much to Simon’s protest, Mancini made it a point that Simon can rely on him as his second father now that Emiliano was already dead. “You can always come to me if you need anything. I mean anything, Salvatorre, be it about the families, connections and even if you wanted to eliminate someone, you can always count on me.” Mancini told him.The Bellagambas offered to use the tower for the party. Simon couldn’t actually believe their warm acceptance, of being the new member of the commission. Simon was more that busy than before, it was a good thing that Giovanni and Marcus were there for him. Federico had also shown interest in helping him in his new role. Simon didn’t see any protest when Federico appeared in his office one day. “Boss, it’s time.” Elton knocked on Simon’s office. He peake
Numbness. Scorching hot. Simon felt all of that when his consciousness returned. He didn’t know how long he'd been out but he guessed it wasn’t that long. Then memories came rushing back. He was on his way to the party organized by his godfather as a welcome party for him when cars blocked their way and armed men started firing. Before Simon could counter the firing, he was hit multiple times. Then he saw one of the faces who ambushed them. The man was bald, but what caught his attention was the tiger tattoo on half of his face. Anger filled Simon. They were ambushed on the way to the party. This is a premidetated plan. He can’t move. He wanted to and tried to move his body but it seems like a tons of rock prevented him from moving even a little bit. Blood. He knew he was hit when gunshots were fired a while ago. He doesn’t know how many bullets had embedded in his body but all he knew was he was starting to feel numb. He can’t feel anything, from his limbs up to his arms. The s
From the darkness comes the light. Simon didn;t know exactly how long he was out. He has no idea what day it was today and how many days or weeks he was sleeping. Hell, he doesn’t even know where he was right now. All he knew was that he’s lying in a soft mattress with the smell of disinfectant reeking in the room, if he’s even in a room. Disinfectant. He was probably in a hospital, but why. That question floated in his mind for a few seconds before he finally realized what happened to him in the past. He was on his way to his party when they were blocked by armed men and fired at them. He lost consciousness and when he regained it, the car was burning. All of his men were dead, including his driver Elton and Giovanni, Marcus was probably dead too. Pain for the death of his people whom he considered friends washed over him. And with that he abruptly opened his eyes. He survived, and that only meant two things. Someone saved him from the certainty of death or those who wanted hi
It’s been a week since Simon woke up from inside Angela’s house. In the span of one week Simon had absorbed every detail of her true identity. He was still not sure if she’s part of the enemies plan or was she really an angel in disguise who was sent to help him survive. Just like her name, Angela was really like an angel wearing a white robe. Simon learned that she’s a neurosurgeon who works at one of New York’s most prestigious hospitals. Would he be considered lucky that the one who found and saved him from certain death was a doctor? Simon didn’t think so, for Simon it was quite suspicious. How come, of all people, Angela happened to pass that part of the road at the same time the ambush happened? Was it just a coincidence? He doesn’t know it, and he’s hell-bent in knowing the truth. Angela smiled as she placed the roasted chicken on the table. Simon was in the process of recovering, he was now able to walk without the aid of wheelchairs or crutches. He sat there and stared at
It’s the second week of Simon’s recovery and he’s doing really great. His wounds won’t bleed anymore, it is getting healed. The bruises on his skin were starting to disappear and his strength has returned, not one hundred percent but he’s glad to see the improvements. Whether he’ll admit it or not, he owed his second chance to the beautiful doctor Angela Craig. Though he was still not sure if he can really trust her, he was still in the process of observing her every move. He’s not letting his guards down, not again. He legs felt stronger now, he was still limping but the pain in his legs was tolerable than before. Simon stared at the mirror, he had lost a lot of weight . His stubbles almost covered half of his face, making it more advantageous for him. He pulled the baseball cap lower to his forehead. He was going out today , his first after he woke up. “Are you going somewhere?” Angela came from behind him, in her hands were a fresh set of flowers in a decorative vase. Angela
Two months had passed and Simon was now fully recovered. Good thing the bullets that hit his legs didn’t damage any of his bones. He can now walked without the aid of any crutches. All of his wounds were now healed, though he can still occasional pain it’s bearable. He fixed the artificial beard that he purchased online using Angela’s name. The doctor had offered Simon that he can stay as long as he wanted. Angela understood Simon’s situation. He needed someone whom he could lean on. Someone out there wanted him dead, and they thought that he really was but the moment they discover that he’s still alive they would go for his life again. “You know you can stay here as long as you want, I won’t mind.” She told him one morning when he said that he’s going to find some place to stay. “No one will suspect that you’re here. You know, we can pretend that we're lovers, or you’re my husband.” Angela told him those words like nothing. “You’re much safer here.” Simon didn’t want her to be in
The room was dimly lit, but it as enough for the people inside the room to see each other. The only illumination was the red yellow-lighted bulb that hung in the center. There were two tables, each ere occupied by people who were playing cards, they never paid attention to what was happening around them.“Come, sit in here.” Antonio guided Simon to sit on the vacant chair beside him. They occupy the second table of the room. “This is Bully, Roman. Bully, this is Roman, he’s the one I was talking about. He’s a new dealer, but a very good one.” Antonio sounded proud of Simon, he even tapped his shoulders as he spoke to Bully. “It’s to finally meet you.” Simon forced to sound eager and welcoming. Before coming here, he already had his assignments done. Bully is Antonio’s contact in arms dealing. Simon needed one, so he asked Antonio last week about his interest in owning one. Bully maintained a reserved look, he didn’t even blink when Antonio introduced hm, which was fine with Simon.