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"Ah Àgnes there you are. You'll just follow us with Alex. Fix your hair a little bit dràgàm." I hated it when my dad would call me dear, it was so patronizing. I looked in the mirror and fixed the little lock that fell out of my bun and straightened my leather jacket. Alex steered me towards our motorcycles, his hand around my waist. I didn't dare to say anything as I was afraid I would get scolded by my dad and get another barking from Alex.
I climbed onto my KTM RC390 fully in black and put on my black helmet as Alex climbed is Ducati monster 1200 s, also in black. I kickstart my bike and follow after my fathers black Mercedez Benz C-class. My father always said not to stand out too much, but hello, everyone notices 3 fancy vehicles driving around even if they're in black.
I noticed we were driving to Oregon city and that's when I already new enough what was on schedule tonight. I was not looking forward to this but someone had to do the job.
We finally halted near a diner and climbed off our motorcycles as my dad stepped out of the car straightened his suit. "We'll be meeting Fabrizio in his restaurant across the street, you two handle things here with Patrick. Make sure he follows his promise today, I'm tired of waiting." We both nodded and Alex bowed his head towards my father. My helmet dangled in my left hand as we entered the diner and walked straight towards the back.
"Oh miss! Miss! You can't go back there!" a woman in an apron with black wavy hair shouted towards me from across the diner as she scurried our way. She seemed young, only 24 maybe? Probably the daughter. "Patrick is expecting us miss. Don't worry, we'll be gone soon." Alex charmed her with his handsome smile. I pushed the door open towards the kitchen and looked around. "Where's Patrick?!" I yelled above the noise of the chef, the claning of pots and pans and the ovens. The chef pointed a shaky finger towards a staircase, I nodded politly and we went up.
I barged into the room where the stairs ended and my eyes swiftly looked around for the older man with dark hair and a mustache. I swiftly found him carrowing behind his desk. "Aah Patrcik! Just the man I was looking for. Oh don't be so scared, we're just here for a little chit-chat and to take care of bussines." I told him while walking around his desk and leaning against it casually. The man was shaking all over, poor man. He was terrified of us. "How's bussines? Seems to get well by how packed it is. Good for you, I'm glad that loan helped you out to get bussines running again. But you know that you're deadline has transpired and we already gave you more time, twice." I looked at him sympathetticly. "Now I don't want to make things more difficult for you, but you promised that you would have the money today and I really believed you so why don't you get the money out that vault of yours and we can say goodbye without any trouble or hardfeelings. And after that you can call us anytime if you're having problems and we'll help you fix them, allright?" He shakily nodded and shuffled towards the vault in the corner of the room, typing the code in. I looked at Alex and saw him shaking his head slightly and I just smiled at him. He was more the 'I threaten you and give me the damn money' kind of guy but my father always told me this was the best way to deal with people. Be friendly but still let them know you mean hard bussines and who's the boss.
Patrick nervously returned with a black suitcase and I swiftly placed it on the desk and opened it. Something wasn't right. I grabbed a stack of money and started counting it by running my fingers over the ends.
When I was done I sighed heavily. I really didn't like what I was supposed to do now.
I took out the device from the back of my jeans and pointed in his face. His eyes grew wide and sweat started forming on his forehead.
"Please! I'm sorry! I will get you the other thousand next week! I didn't have enough time!" He wailed dropping on his knees. His eyes were terrified as it look right into the barrel of my Beretta 92F s.
"You know Patrick, I really believed you would have the money. I trusted you, no, we trusted you." I motioned between Patrick and I with my helmet. "Now, we gave you time, twice. I am absolutly sure you still have another thousand hiding in here somewhere. It's not much, but come on, you expect me to report to the boss with a thousand short? Do you? You know what happens to people that don't pay?" He nodded vigorously and swallowed loudly. "Now up you go and we're going to get the money, okay." I put down my helmet and hoisted him up by his collar. He quickly decended the stair while I followed after him, my gun at the ready. I followed him around the kitchen with my poker face while the chef gazed at me with a terrified look.
Patrick rummaged through some cabinets, pulling out various dollar bills. "I-I think there's some good amount in the r-register, can I go get it?" He was sweating like a pig and I understood the meaning of his request. I nodded my head once calmly and but kept an eye on him through the see-through hole in the door towards the diner. He opened the register and when his daughter came up to him with a concerned look he just kept shaking his head and mumbled something before returning my way. I stepped back and let him enter. "T-this should be all of it. I grabbed the ruffled papers and counted. I smiled at him, turned towards Alex who was standing behind me, the briefcase already open. I placed the last crumpled thousand dollars in it and he swiftly closed it, handing me my helmet when I tucked my gun back into my jeans.
"It was nice doing bussines with you Patrick. We'll be keeping an eye out for you that others won't harras you and I hope your business keeps doing so well. Don't hesitate to call us if you're in trouble or the other bastards harras you okay?" I clapped him on his back and smiled. He gave me a tentative smile and nodded.
I motioned towards the door to Alex and we calmly left the diner with the briefcase, at least twenty pairs of eyes on us. Alex even had the guts to salute to the girl with his two fingers and wink. Didn't he understand that people were terrified of us? It's like it was all a big game for him, and I didn't like his attitude one bit.
We crossed the streat and entered the Italian restaurant and went to far corner where my father was seated with a sturdy older man, I think he was in his 50's, greying hair, a small mustach and a friendly face. Boy are looks deceifing.
When they heard us nearing them the man looked up and a big smile appeared on his face. "Ah my dear Àgnes how wonderfull to see you again! You're becoming more of a woman everytime I see you. How old are you again?"" He said while giving me a big hug and then keeping me at arms lenght to look at me up and down, while Alex handed the briefcase to my father. "Good evening Fabrizio it's good to see you too. I am turning 17 next month actually." I smiled at him politly. "Ah the energy of youth, huh? Come, sit sit. Your father and I were just discussing the latest developments." I took my place next to my father while Alex remained standing behind my father, his hands clasped over eachother.
"Now Imre I know we work together for a long time now, but you can't expect me to be ok with you invading my territory. Now I can overlook it if it was just a misunderstanding but this has been happening too often. I want you out of Oregon with your lakeys or we're going to have a big disagreement, capiche?" Fabrizio took a big inhale of his sigar. "Well I would gladly do that Fabrizio but it was the people coming to us because you didn't want to help them. Poor Patrick was on the brick of bankrupcy and he needed money to get back on his feet with his bussines. He asked you for help many times but you just flat out refused him. Now, we helped him a little bit and look at his diner, it's going great! Does that not do your territory good? Didn't you want bussines in this town going good? I did you a favor!" My dad told him calmly.
Fabrizio was getting red in his face and I saw his lakey go for his gun. I swiftly stood and aimed my gun at them. "One move and I'll blow your head off!" I barked at him. His eyes widened for a split second, but it was gone just as swiftly. "Your girl got some spunk Imre. I'll let it go this time, but if I see or hear that any of your vermin puts even one foot on my ground you'll be paying for it. Watch my words Imre." He pointed threatingly at my father and then left with his bodyguard out the restaurant. I took a deep breathe and put away my gun again.
"I told you it was risky to help Patrick, but did you listen? Noooo. If we keep up like this we'll be in the middle of a war in no time dad. And I -" My father raised his hand stopping me from speaking any further. "I don't want to hear your plead for peace between the groups. Our territory is too small and it's been long overdue that we expand. If we don't stand our ground now, they'll overpower us the moment we're weak. You've still got a lot to learn Àgnes. Just do what your told and learn from me everyday. You're doing good, but you have to think smart. Now let's go." I let a scowl pass over my face but quickly hid it as I knew I would get in trouble for it and followed after my dad out of the restaurant.
"We're having trouble with the Russians as well boss. They've been sabotaging the transport of our weapons for three weeks now and Lásló has been trying to negotiate but they are hell bent on getting us to fail." Luca briefed my father has he had been just on the phone. "Those filthy Russians are trying to weaken us to get our territory. Alex, Àgnes I want you to go to the harbor to escort our new shipment of weapons. They're supposed to arrive within the hour. I'm counting on you to get the shipment safe towards our warehouse, if they follow you or attack... Shoot them." My father slid into his car and drove off. Alex ushered me towards our motorcycles and we left towards the harbor. If we stepped on it we would make it in 45 minutes.
The shipment was succesfully loaded onto a few trucks and Alex drove on the front of the line as I closed up the back.
We had only left for a few minutes but I could already hear the noise of motorcycles and a speeding car. I looked back, and indeed there they were. I sighed and grabbed my gun out of my jeans.
Here we go!
Jasper POV:
We arrived at school and I was hit with a flurry of emotions. It was so much stronger then the previous days. Disgust, disbelief, fear, some excited, nervousness. What was going on?
"There are too many thoughts, I can't seem to focus to hear them clearly. It's a jumbled mess." Edward sighed frustated. "Well then we just ask ofcourse!" Alice danced towards a group of girls and boys of 5 near our spot.
"Hi! I don't want to seem rude but there's quiet a buzz around here, mind telling me whats going on?" Alice flashed them a beautiful smile to dazzle them.
The guys had to blink a few times and there was a short silence.
"Oh that's right, you guys are new so you don't know about it. Well you know that girl Ágnes Almàssy? She's the daughter of the big Hungarian mafia boss here in town. They practicly own half of Portland, that's just a few miles from here. Last night they caused a big uproar from the harbor till Forest Grove. Guns were fired, they caused multiple accidents on the highway and a lot of people had to go to the hospital. I think they had this dispute with the Russians from what I've heard." A guy with blond hair spoke up.
The mafia?
"Oh dear. But is that the reason why you avoid her? She can't help it her dad is in the mafia right?" Alice asked in a concerned voice. I could feel her worry for the girl.
"She can't help it? Please! First she wasn't involved at all but somewhere during last school year she joined her father allright. She was spotted with his minions all over the place, on school she kept appearing with injuries and tried to cover it up with make up or she would be limping through the school halls. Sometimes they even had the nerve to get her out of classes just do those mafia stuff. She's the freaking mafia princess! You better stay away from her, it's dangerous to be around that girl. If you do anything wrong to her they'll go after you." The boy warned her. Alice thanked her and returned to us.
"Did you hear that? That's not possible!" Emmet exclaimed with a troubled look. We all looked at each other in deep thought and disbelieve. It would explain the bruise and the busted lip yesterday. We had been discussing it at home and thought maybe her father was aggressive but this was nothing like that.
I felt bad for the girl. She was born in the wrong family and she didn't seem to be a evil person. She just radiated tenderness and was just a sweet girl. I saw her struggling to fit in but her circumstances wouldn't allow it.
"I get what you mean Jazz. I didn't get the impression from her that she would be a person like that. I don't like you girls hanging around her until we've found out more about her." Edward adressed the girl but they all gasped. "You've got to be kidding me Edward. She's a really sweet person, we saw it yesterday! I'm sure there's a reason for her doing these kind of stuff. What if she doesn't have a choice?" Renesmee nodded vigorously and the disbelief radiated off of her.
"We can't be sure. You know how humans can have two sides to them. She can be a nice girl in school and a down right bitch in her private life." I told her thinking it over. Humans could be complicated to figure out. "But I definitly don't like that guy Alex hanging around her. I'm positive he's influencing her."
We then looked up as we heard a motorcycle drive up the parking lot. Alex, who was standing on the opposite of our spot walked towards the motorcycle in a brisk pace. As the person took off it's helmet, blonde long locks fell free from it and the tired face of Àgnes appeared. What made me stop my thoughts were a few bullet holes in the motorcycle. Humans would notice it that much but with our enhanced sight you couldn't look past it.
"What are you doing here? I told you to stay home and get some rest." Alex bit out to her grasping her upper arm. "Let go Alex, it hurts." She shook him off and glared at him. "You can't just order me around, if I want to go to school I will go damn it. Some of us do want to graduate you know?" She briskly pushed him out of the way and walked towards the school. "What? You want to graduate? And then what? Go to college? Please Àgnes don't tell me you got that into your head! You're the freaking mafia princess for crying out loud! The minute you graduate and are capable enough you're taking over the bussines! You can't run away from this! Come on, Àgnes, you're good at this stuff. Like last night you were amazing!" I just shut out their conversation and looked at Edward as he was frowning while looking at the dissapearing figure of the two mafia's.
"I keep getting images of motorcycles zigzagging through traffic, gunshots, cars honking, tires screeshing... She's trying to block it all out." Edward sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This isn't good. And Carlisle's supposed to go visit them tonight. I don't like this at all."
"Well, it doesn't seem she's happy with it cause the waves of misery are rolling off of her."
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