2- A mysterious heroine, Helene
-How is my father, doctor? - asked the young man with hair as black as night and eyes as dark as the night, to the White family's personal doctor.
His father, called Frank White or better known Mr. White, was the leader of the first family, the famous and feared Grupo Sol that led the city's mafia.
"Young Withe is delicate, it is advisable that you rest for a while and not get bad blood for anything," said the doctor.
Ivan White nodded his head without showing any emotion.
“So my time has come to take charge, I have been preparing for this moment my entire life”
"Thank you for taking care of him, you can leave now," the young man exclaimed.
The doctor bowed in respect and left the hallway along with a family bodyguard who escorted him to the family.
Iván carefully entered his father's room, where he was constantly watched by two of his bodyguards, each standing upright against one of the corners, with feline eyes and alert for any danger.
-Father… Were you looking for me? - Ivan asked.
The man was lying horizontally on the bed, the young man had never seen him like this, so weak, he had always been an intimidating man and not only because of his giant build but also because of his tough attitude towards his enemies and his friends.
The man moved his old, dark eyes towards his firstborn and with a simple wave of his hand both bodyguards left them alone, watching from the other side of the door.
"Son... my favorite son," he exclaimed with a hoarse voice.
Ivan had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, tired of his father fawning over him so much and neglecting his younger brother so much.
-How do you feel now? "You really scared me," the young man exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Mr. White snorted, trying to sit on the backrest, but his son prevented him from doing so.
-Fear is your worst enemy Ivan, you shouldn't be afraid of anything, or they will eat you alive out there- his father harshly stated.
Ivan knew what he meant by that, he knew that if the man couldn't get out of bed he would have to take care of all his affairs and therefore his life would be in danger.
-Tonight you have the meeting with the Italians, don't fail, it's your time to put everything I taught you to the test.
Ivan nodded his head and got out of bed walking towards the door.
-Son…
Ivan stopped dead, but did not turn around, waiting for Mr. White to say something that would encourage him.
-Do not fail.
The black man was not surprised by this, his father had never been more than a boss to him.
The young boss didn't say anything else and left the room, letting the bodyguards enter the patient's room again.
“If I die, Nick will have to take over the family business and I can't allow my little brother to be in danger.”
Iván would never forgive himself for the fact that his younger brother had to take charge of the family business, Nick was a free man, without the weight of Grupo Sol or his father on his back, instead he was the image and likeness of his father, his It was his destiny to be the boss of the entire mafia and for everyone to fear him.
Iván was contemplating his figure in front of the mirror in his dressing room. That night he had chosen a suit that was tight to his body and perfectly showed off his wide, worked back and narrow waist, with black pleated pants and black leather shoes with a slight heel that added more height to her already 1.90.
He adjusted his dark gray shirt with the last button loose and tossed his straight black hair back.
He was quite a gangster.
The tyrannical and heartless leader who would dominate the Sol Group and therefore manage the Luna Group, the inferiors, those who were lower in the mafia hierarchy.
He had to be strong and Iván knew it, with just one mistake, the Luna Group could appropriate all the power that his father had earned at the cost of the blood of others.
He nodded at his reflection and took a deep breath.
"Here we go..." he said to himself, leaving the dressing room where two armed bodyguards were waiting to escort him to the meeting place.
Ivan was not stupid, although the Italians wanted to close the arms sale deal with the White family, they should not be trusted, they had a bad reputation for betraying their partners.
-Mr. White - exclaimed one of the men who had always protected him - They are already waiting for you at the restaurant.
"Mr. White... that sounds good," he exclaimed, smiling widely, showing his entire row of bright white pearls.
They quickly arrived at the agreed upon restaurant, a pasta place, so that their guest would feel at home.
He walked towards the private table reserved for business, entering with great presence, with his head held high and his gaze hard.
The Italian mobster stood up from his seat and saw his hands raised, his damn fake smile and his outrageous words.
-But just look, little Iván is already a man-
Iván could detect the sarcasm in his words.
"Nice to see you again," he responded, shaking her hand firmly.
Both sat facing each other, surrounded by their bodyguards who exchanged attentive and warning glances.
-So tell me... Isn't your father going to make an appearance tonight?
-I'm afraid it's just going to be you and me...
"Could it be that your father is already closer to the grave than to business?" he asked mockingly.
"They're just rumors," he replied dryly.
“If they find out that my father is sick, everyone will go to hell in seconds,” he thought, knowing that everyone longed to have the power of the Sol Group.
-So... Shall we close the deal? 10 million dollars for your merchandise,” said the young White.
-Although your father's offer was tempting at the time, I still have my doubts about whether to close the deal or not.
"Can I know what they are?" He murmured, clenching his teeth tightly.
-Well... for my family it is an offense that your father was “Busy” with more important things than seeing his old friend, and sending his spoiled child.
"Spoiled child?" He thought furiously inside of him.
“I'm not a child, I'm the head of Grupo Sol, who runs everything in this city, you damn idiot.”
Iván restrained himself and had to swallow his desire to tell the Italian to go to hell.
-With all due respect, but I'm not a child anymore, I'd prefer you call me Mr. White.
The man laughed mockingly, making the young gangster irritated.
-You can trust Grupo Sol, that the deal he is making is the best he is going to get, no other family is going to give him so much money for his merchandise.
The Italian moved in his seat and without further ado put a gun on the table, alerting Iván's bodyguards, who held his weapons, causing the Italian's bodyguards to do so as well.
Ivan raised his hand high, reassuring his bodyguard.
"There is no need to go that far," the young mobster said calmly, making the Italian laugh.
-It's just a warning, I don't like being played with, you know? I have few fleas.
“I see that now,” the jet-black man thought to himself.
"I have no choice but to wait for your father to deign to meet me and not send one of his children to see me," he said, standing up suddenly, taking his gun in his hands.
Ivan did not flinch, looking down at him, then calmly stood up, extending his hand towards the Italian mobster.
-I hope you change your mind and see you soon. Trust me, he's not going to get a better deal than this and it's for a limited time.
The man looked at the young man's hand suspiciously, but finally shook it.
-You're going to be a good businessman one day, kid...
-Thank you…
-Unless I kill you before that!
Everything happened very quickly, the Italian's bodyguards mercilessly attacked his men, quickly lowering them to the ground, leaving the young White defenseless, who did not hesitate to run away from there, dodging the bullets, leaving for the main room, where all the diners began. to scream when he saw Iván with a gun in his hand being chased very closely by two Italians also with guns.
"Shit, shit!" He shouted as he ran with all his might through the alleys of the city, feeling like a bullet would hit him in the back at any moment. "Bring reinforcements damn it!" He shouted into the phone.
He turned into an alley and began to run with all his might, feeling his lungs come out of his throat.
He turned to look behind without stopping running, discovering to his dismay that two Italian thugs were following him.
-Come here damn!
When he turned his gaze forward, the only thing he felt was that something stopped his escape, causing him to fall squarely to the ground.
He opened his black eyes in confusion, and when he saw what was in front of him he felt overwhelmed, beneath him was a woman, with large, round, honey-colored eyes, almost as bright as gold.
He stood petrified looking at that angelic face bathed in silver glitter and long eyelashes with lips painted with a strong red rouge, which tried to speak without making a sound.
Although his heart was beating hard at that look so full of life, not like his, the fear of dying was stronger.
"Help me hide," he ordered with a hard voice, while he got up from above the young woman who had gotten in the way of his escape.
Ivan watched impatiently as the scantily clad woman looked him up and down with contempt as if he were the vulgar one in the situation.
That mysterious woman was practically naked.
Wearing a small silver rubberized top with a pencil skirt of the same color that showed her navel and below it her toned thighs.
“She's clearly a prostitute,” she thought when she saw the big stiletto heels and the money stuffed into the side of her skirt.
"Forget it," said the mysterious brown-haired woman.
The young woman turned around ready to leave him at the mercy of those murderers, but the young gangster held her arm, making her turn towards him.
"Forget it? Nobody said no to Ivan White!”
-What are you doing?! "Let go of me!" the brunette screamed, struggling with the young man.
The gangster heard the gangsters' footsteps in the distance.
“Shit, I need to disappear.”
-I will pay you, if you help me I will pay you, whatever you want.
The young woman looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
-What I want?
Ivan turned nervously towards the Italians who were closest.
"If you want!" he exclaimed desperately, completely losing his patience.
Helena seemed to think about it and the young man felt that his life was in the hands of that woman who was too relaxed for his liking.
-Okay, 500 dollars.
Iván looked at her with both eyebrows raised, he wanted to laugh at that tiny amount, he could have asked her for a million dollars and given it to her for her life, but the young woman seemed very sure of that amount.
“What a fool, I'm sure she's going to use it for alcohol or drugs,” she thought.
"Deal, now help me hide," he ordered.
In a quick movement, the young woman from the street pushed him behind a container, standing in the middle of the alley with her fists clenched in a sign of a fight.
"What are you doing?" the young mafia member exclaimed in shock.
-Give those thugs what they deserve.
-You're crazy, they're going to kill you!
Ivan's black eyes widened to their fullest extent as the petite young woman in high heels and tight, skimpy clothes did a flying kick toward the gangsters.