Page 88 of Mafia Scars

We were in LA for too long. Watching her leave us, then staying there after for too many wasted years was awful. But Pa had wanted us to stay and finish school and live out what we had planned. He felt Mom’s departure was too much for us, and he didn’t want to shake things up even more.

One day, he snapped though. It was the rough life style. That and finally accepting he wasn’t ever going to get Mom back.

Coming back to Chicago and being introduced to this way of life was the best thing that ever happened to me.

The phone buzzed with another message from Henry.

Maria chased up to me, and I could see those big tits of hers bouncing. Shit, I could see most of her breasts on show in the little barely-there top she wore.

I imagined rubbing my face in those, and she trapped me in a damn trance.

If I opened the message from Henry and read it, I knew I’d be over at his house within seconds. I couldn’t say no to friends. Definitely not to my best friend.

So, if I just told him I never got the message, then I could respond later, or tomorrow.

I could have conveniently left my phone someplace. The office, yes, that’s where.

Sorry, Henry, I can’t babysit tonight.

He was in his bubble of bliss with Lydia. And I wanted my fix from Maria and her friend. Couldn’t remember the friend’s name, but she was hot.

I put my phone back in my pocket and walked over to my women, leaving Claudius, who went straight to the bar.

* * *

Too many drinks, too much sex.

But then… isn’t that what I wanted?

My phone started ringing somewhere in my bedroom, and it woke me up.

I jumped up, looked at the women in my bed, and moved to go find the damn thing.

It stopped ringing, then chimed again with insistency. Urgency almost.

It was pitch black outside.Who the fuck would be calling me at this time?

Better not be Pa or Claudius.

I found the phone in my pants. It was still in there from earlier.

Henry and five missed calls.

Damn it.

I answered immediately.

“Henry, what the fuck—”

“Luc, there’s no time. Listen to me,” Henry spoke in a hushed, hurried voice, panic evident in each word. “I need you to come to the old mental home. Victor took Lydia and the kids.”

My blood turned to ice, and my heart seized within my chest.

“No.” I shook my head.

Fuck no.Victor, that psychotic animal.

“Why’d he take them, Henry?” I asked, already dragging my pants on and looking around for my shoes.