Chapter 87 Alexandro's Revenge {2}
"I had a son...."
The memory of those lines stung me immensely. I took a walk that evening.
I couldn't bring myself to share in their little family dinner. I felt like an outcast as Antonio's words resurrected in my head.
"Lydia, the mother of Vinnie has been deceased long gone due to grief of being separated from her son. I had to take the boy away for my safety, and for his safety but you simply never cared....,"
I was a hard man to please. How do you suppose I'd lived my life? A man who never played by the books, not by the rules but only by the words from my mouth.
And now, I had a son, a son I had almost killed with my hands. And that same son who I'd almost killed turned out to be my savior.
I pocketed my hands into my jacket as I entered a nearby coffee shop. I had some few notes in the depths of my jacket, I smiled to myself knowing how fortunate that made me.
I recalled Antonio's words, begging me not to go out into the cold, that I needed more rest and I also needed to be concealed due to the fact that some special agents and other set of people were still searching for my body.
They thought me dead, I laughed to myself. And my death would have been more of a shock than my being alive.
It was a cold evening and I needed something to keep me warm. I walked over to the counter, bought a cup and strolled over to an empty seat.
Two seats away from me, I caught a familiar face laughing at the joke of a man who sat before her.
Her face struck me like someone familar. I racked my brain through the images in my head. No faces that fitted that of the lady, and I finally had to give up.
I took the mug of coffee into my hands, grateful for its heat and soothing steam. Perhaps, time would pass by and all this was but a dream, I said to myself.
My life was turned to dust. A former mafia king becomes nothing - no name, no prestige and nobody but strangers that think me the biological father to a boy.
Where would I begin my life? When all I'd lived for surmounted to nothing, where would I begin?
Charles and Bruno had certainly made a delight of the fool they'd made me. I was dead to them, but I was never backing out from making them pay for what they did to me - to my legacy.
I didn't notice as the lady who sat two seats away stood up, and started down the aisle - walking towards my direction.
My mug fell from my hand abruptly, its contents splattered across my jacket, spilling to the floor. I bend my head towards the floor to shield my face from the figure passing by me.
Jacqueline.
Memories of our shared intimacies fleeted through my mind. A cold shiver ran down my spine as the familiar smell of her feminine cologne hit me.
She shifted in her stance, noting my bended face and spilled content. "Sir, are you alright?" She asked me.
I nodded, hoping she would leave me be. I didn't want her to meet me like this. She definitely didn't think I was yet alive.
My hand reached downwards to fake picking one of the broken shards
"Please, don't try to pick those shards up. You will hurt yourself," she hovered over me while my stomach tightened.
The all caring and sweet Jacqueline?
Was that why I hadn't killed her on first instinct, hoping time would string her into revealing her identity to me.
Perhaps yes, and stupid of me to have taken the risk of letting my heart rule over my head.
Bruno was probably right, I was so consumed by non entities that I didn't focus on the particulars.
"Please, kindly step away while I clean up the mess, sir?"
It was a different voice entirely.
My head snapped up, and I met the eyes of a staff holding a brush and a mop.
Quickly, I stood up, noting as Jacqueline shut the coffee shop door behind her. And I followed suit, without caring to stop why the staff was calling out to me.
I didn't expect to see her again.
But she did look different, more feminine from when I last remembered her. Her dark hair was longer, shoulder length, some slight makeup was applied on her face accentuating the contours of her face.
Her behind was captivattng, firm and gripped in her tight fitting trousers.
My rod shifted, stirred to life. You see, that was the thing, the hold she had on me without even doing much of a thing.
And I hated that she had such hold on me.
My gaze shifted to her walking style. She still had that brisk masculine gait as she strutted down a quiet lane. I was being careful not to draw attention to myself as she walked further down the lane.
Lest not forget, she's an agent, I reminded myself.
I took the left bend which she followed, and I lost her. No sight of her in front of me.
"Shit," I cussed. Had she noticed that I was following her?
I clung to my jacket, stung by the wind as the cold breeze bit through my skin. She shouldn't have gone too far if she had noticed me following her..
Then, I felt her presence creeping up behind me, and the gun - pressed to the back of my head.
She was with a gun?
How very intelligent... who would have thought?
"You're the guy from the coffee shop. I didn't expect you would be following me. Who are you?"
Instinctively, I rose my hands above my head without turning around. Why the hell hadn't I thought she would be smart to detect my following her?
"Now turn around - slowly, with your hands raised," she commanded.