Vivian Hale, a 22-year-old college student lives her life peacefully with her brother Ethan and a stable job. Her mother is an alcoholic and her dad is dead. Or is he? She does everything to support his brother but is a part-time job at a small cafe...
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(Wyatt^)
VIV'S POV
I was still feeling fuzzy when I woke up. "Viv. You sure you are okay?" Stella asked as I stood up. "Yes. I'm sure!" I said with a small smile. Suddenly my phone dinged. It was Wyatt. He is a friend and he helps me now and then.
Meet me in 15 minutes. Central Park! It's About Your father.
I looked up and my eyes met with Ace. He took a sip of his drink and I looked away to Stella. "I have to go," I said. "I will see you guys later."
"Where are you going?" Stella asked. "To meet a friend, from college," I said picking up my bag. "You need rest." Stella pointed out.
"I'm feeling better tho," I answered. "Viv..." she sighed. "It's fine. I have got a gun and..." I looked around, "... Ace."
"What? Me...?"
"Yes! You!" I said. "Well, what about Ethan?" Stella asked. "I will call Amanda or maybe-" I said. "Ethan can stay here with my mom," Ace spoke.
"He a bit of troublemaker. Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah. He will be fine." He answered. "Alright then," I said still unsure. "But Viv..." Stella said but I cut her off, "See you later Stella and Max." I grabbed Ace's arm and we rushed out of his house.
"I'll drive," Ace said. I tossed him the key and got into the passenger seat. "So where to...?"
"Central Park."
"Why am I here?" He asked. "I didn't want to get Stella involved and well, with Max it will get weird and Stella wouldn't let me leave if I was alone" I answered.
"Who are we meeting again?" He asked. "My friend, Wyatt."
"And how does that concern me?" He asked glancing at me. "Well, it could be useful news." I shrugged. "Better not be a waste of my time."
"Oh like you had better things to do instead of drowning yourself in alcohol. You know you will die if you keep drinking like that."
"Not that you give a shit." I do give a shit. After all, he was my friend. "Yeah true," I mumbled.
In 5 minutes we were at Central Park. I was trying to spot Wyatt. I walked forward and after a few seconds saw a figure in the dark. "Viv?" He called and walked towards us.
He hugged me. "Heard you got kidnapped."
"Yeah, experiencing New experiences." He smiled and looked at Ace. "Wyatt," he said extending his hand. "Ace!" He responded shaking his hand.
"Yeah. I'm familiar."He said with a tight smile but Ace had a bored look on his face. "Yeah he was born that way," I said as Ace rolled his eyes.
"So what have you got? You said it's about Silas."
"Yeah. He is on the verge of bankruptcy even after his Russian wife helped him."
"How?"
"He gambled it. He didn't want anyone to know about it because if the news is in the air Orson will not help him."
"Why is Orson helping him? Doesn't he have his own Mafia to run?" I asked
"Wouldn't he lose money?" Ace added.
"That's the thing. He thinks he is investing money in a good-income Mafia but that's not the case. If Orson invests and I'm 100% sure he will he will incur a huge loss." Wyatt explained.
"That's good. But I still don't get why he is helping him?" I asked. "He wants to get back at him..." He pointed at Ace. "because he didn't let him run his father's Mafia."
Ace raised his eyebrows unfazed about what just Wyatt said. Wyatt took out his phone and scrolled through it. He showed us a picture of an old lady in her mid-40s. She looked pretty and rich.
"Mabel. Russian Wife."
"How many wives does he have?" I groaned. "Four, Your Mother, Russian, Oregon one and some prostitute he married in Las Vegas," Wyatt answered unexpectedly.
"Oregon one is very close with him. And there he goes by his real name George. He also has a 7-year-old with her." Well Fuck.
He showed us a picture of a woman with a man, a young adult, a small kid and my father. "I know where they live in Oregon."
He handed me a paper on which an address was written. "How do we get here?" I asked. "Yeah, that's a bit complicated. She lives in a very small town on a ranch. You have to take a flight to Portland then a 2-hour drive to a town I can't remember the name of. Then from there ranch is I guess an hour's drive. It's on the inner side and the worst thing about it is the net doesn't work there so no GPS." He sighed.
"Then come with me. You know the way." I suggested. "I'm going too..." Ace added. "Aren't you needed here?" I asked. "I'll manage that. But I'm coming." He declared. "But Why? I think Wyatt and I can handle this." I said. The trip will be hell if he comes along. "Well, there are some things I have to take care of in Portland and I have great sources which can help us throughout the trip." Well, he could be useful. After all, he is the leader of one of the biggest Mafia and security of course.
"Alright then. So are you coming, Wyatt?" I asked. "Sure. We leave on Saturday." Great I'm finally meeting the other family of my father. I hope something will turn out great for this meaningless trip. . . . . .
