Chapter 5 : Do You Know Anything?
Chapter 5: Do You Know Anything
Evelin
At the same time my cousin had been talking to me, my uncle was also on the phone with his wife to tell her the same thing.
“What? Why? Where are we going?” I asked, standing from where I had been sitting.
“Look, it is a long story and I can fill you in on it later but now, I will just say that we will be temporarily living somewhere else.” Milo said, I tried fighting him on it but he used his serious tone and ended the phone abruptly after.
“Did uncle tell you to park a bag too?” I turned my aunt, her face held some confusion but she shook it away and looked at me.
“Yes, but I will be going to Mexico.” She replied.
“What? Am I?” I was still trying to piece what little information we had together.
“No,” she replied plainly before walking off, lost in her own thoughts. If I wasn't going to Mexico with them, then where the hell was I going?
Milo told me to pack kike I was going on a few weeks vacation, so that is what I did. I grabbed my largest suitcase and filled it with clothing and necessities like toiletries and chargers and things. In a second bag were my shoes and other personal items. It was Vito who came to my room to carry my bag downstairs.
“Do you know anything?” I had to ask him.
Looking up at his large frame, I saw him press his lips together. He has the kind of compacted face the fighters have from years of wear and tear.
“Nothing more than I am meant to escort you to the Vincenzo estate.” He replied and my eyes went wide. I rushed to follow him with all my questions he didn't have the answer to.
The Vincenzo's are the crime family, they are the head of the entire organization. I have never seen them for myself, I know the Blood Moon Syndicate consists of them and their major allied families like the Rossi just under them. The Bellini crime family and others. I had met people here and there but they were known to me at the time as friends of my father's or more family. That was obviously a lie and after my father went to prison and all was revealed, I realized I had been dining with, sharing holidays and befriending the children of the mafia crime families. But of all those times, I had never met a single Vincenzo.
“Will I beg going there alone? Please tell me my uncle ordered you to stay in that house with me?” I asked in desperation as Vito loaded the truck of his black jeep.
“Little girl, I really don't know anything more than I have already told you.” He gave me an apologetic look. I nodded and sighed to muse. Why was I feeling so incredibly nervous right now?
Oh, yes, because those people scare the carp out of me. I have heard things about them, I am not totally clueless to the things they do. I heard they were ruthless and sociopaths. When my aunt met us outside, another staff member was helping carry her bags.
“You are going too?” I almost breathed a sigh of relief.
“For now, they will explain everything once we get there. It may not be as bad as it sounds.” She patted my cheek before sliding into the back seat of the car. The car that was about to take us to the estate of the family I heard I was meant to fear.
We pulled in front of these high walls with an iron gate entryway that was heavily guarded. A guard approached the car and spoke to Vito before radioing something in and stepping aside while the gate slowly opened for us. It was late in the evening, so the house appeared lit up when we started driving further into the mansion. I could see trees just on the other side of the wall around the compound but since it was dark, I couldn't see much. I practically gasped when I saw the Vincenzo household, it was a mansion that was for sure and it was lined with old style colossians and marble fixtures.
“Have you been here before?” I asked, looking at my aunt to see if she was reacting the way I had.
“A few times over the years.” She nodded but even she still seemed to be taking in the sight of the mansion
The way it glowed in the night with the warm lighting that pooled out of the large window, it looked like a dark paradise. There had been a long driveway up to the house and you would circle around the fountain that was placed in the center of the cul-de-sac to exit the same way you came. We stopped in alignment with the front door that was a few feet behind where the driveway met the grassed lawn. There was a walking path that led to the three large marble steps and white wooden door. Someone opened the door as soon as we walked up, as if they already knew we would knock. The woman had a slicked back bun and crows feet besides her eyes while wearing a black uniform. She nodded her head at us and motioned for us to step inside, she gave an order to Vito in regards to my bags and then quickly greeted us.
“Hello, Mrs. Rossi and Miss Rossi.” She bowed her head for a second time.
“Your husband in the front parlor.” She informed us and motioned for us to follow her.
I was still standing there with my head tipped up to the painted ceilings like something you would see out of a palace. Everything echoed in this foyer made of beautiful white and gray infused marble that swirled like the milky way. A grand staircase could be seen but that wasn't where we were headed to. Instead, she led us to the open archway into the front parlor as she called it. This was a sitting room meant for guests and I knew that by the way it looked untouched. The expansive looking sofas didn't show a single dent or crease like anybody had ever sat there and the rugs were thick and unmatted. The room’s colour scheme was as clean and elegant as everything else I have seen so far here. The chandelier hung hiding in the center of the room and that was the main source of light right now as I surveyed the space and all the people in it. On the safe was my uncle and Milo and across from them sat a woman who had probably had plastic surgery to keep the youthful appearance she had. Standing by the window was a man who was facing us.
“You guys should sit down.” My uncle said,
We must have looked hesitant or confused, I looked at the woman again and noticed her eyes that resemble the color or melted gold. She was a beautiful woman and when she introduced herself as Tessa Vincenzo, I realized she was the lady of the household. The man beside the window finally turned around and he immediately made me nervous.
