Eres Mía

~ 17 ~

The recruits and I followed Enzo to the dining room. The table stretched from the door to the opposite wall and had around 20 seats. We took our places and in walked in Papa and some of his men.

"Please sit." Papa said, allowing us to fall to our seats and begin to feast.

The food was divine. All the sauces, all the flavours, the aromas. Just heavenly.

As we ate, some of the recruits mingled among each other and the men including Enzo were busy talking about their drug cartels.

I listened in but remained silent.

They continued to talk about other elements of their business as the kids ate, completely oblivious to the illegal doings the men were discussing.

"Lucía, what do you think?" a voice said.

I turned to see the men and my father looking at me.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Matthew over there," Enzo continued, pointing at a man, "thinks Pablo Escobar was a better drug trafficker than El Chapo."

"That's not true. Not once did he or anyone else mention these two drug lords. Besides, Guzman had many more delivery points from his Sinaloa Cartel within Africa and Europe. Pablo only delivered in Europe. But Don Pablo did many other illegal doings such as: money laundering, assassinations and bombings. Based on research." I replied shrugging.

"I told you she was listening."  Matthew muttered.

I smirked and set my fork down.

"So what is your plan on selecting the recruits?"

"We have to make sure they are tough, and be certain that they won't hesitate when it comes to eliminating traitors and enemies." Papa said.

"What about their families? Will they know what their children are getting into?"  I questioned.

"Sí Mija, their parents owe me so in exchange of their debts, they have allowed me to hire their kids."

"Claro que si. Excuse me." I said, standing up.
[translation: of course.]

I walked out of the dining room and wandered around till I found a bathroom.

I sat myself on the sink top and unlocked my phone to see 99+ notifications from Grace.

I skimmed through them all until one of them caught my eye.

"He broke up with me. At a RESTAURANT."

Damn it Todd.

You: I'll come over later tonight with ice cream and movies, alright?

Grapes: Okay, thanks Lucía 🥺

Sighing, I left the bathroom and found a door that was slightly opened.

I went towards it and knocked.

"Enter."

I waltzed in to see Papa sitting behind the desk, his glassed on the bridge of his nose and a document in his hand.

"Mi scusi Papa, sto interromprendo?" I asked, taking a seat in front of him.
[translation: I'm sorry Papa, am I interrupting?]

"No mija just some paperwork for the Mexican Mafia. Is everything okay?"

"I was just wondering what time the training finishes, that's all; I also had some questions to ask you."

"Ask away piccola."