Mafia Servant

Chapter 41 - Alpha female

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Elizabeth's POV

I staggered to the built-in washroom like a zombie, my feet rioting against the cold floor. I must have fallen asleep from all the crying and not realised how cold the room had become. My body operated on its own and pulled off the hospital gown. It settled under a shower of hot water and stayed stationary, letting the hot water wake me up fully.

A light shudder made its way down my spine as I thought of the Mentes again. I could not distinguish if it were the water or my tears streaming down my face. It was like I broke the dam of tears stored in me and now I could not seem to stop crying. I swear that I will cry right now if someone kills a fly before me. Everything just threatens to spill my tears. Roughly rubbing my eyes, I stepped out of the shower and avoided the mirror – I am not ready for that yet.

I reached for the brown paper bag sat down on the toilet cover but paused mid-air. This set of new clothes was prepared by Markus Gordin. The ex-warrior for The Eyes. I inhaled sharply at two things. The first was the thought of him being involved in the Hollow War. Consecutively, I wondered if I was going to look at everyone around me with such thoughts running through my head, guessing if they were involved or not.

Will I question them with prejudice and scrutinise their every action and think shit about them from now on? Markus is one of my closest friends despite his old age. We met when I was sixteen and a rookie. He took pity on me and gave me a waitressing job at the Cheese In The Trap. Once I had my first fight in the Black Market, I begged him to teach me hand-to-hand combat and train me till I become one of best fighters.

He might have been involved in the murders of my family, but he is my friend. I do not want to lose faith for a friend whom I only suspected his involvement without a definite confirmation. Brushing that thought away, I pulled out the clothes from the paper bag.

Oops, I meant two pieces of scraps covering nothing! "MARKUS GORDIN!!!" I let out a hoarse scream at the two-piece set in my hand. I could imagine that smug smirk on his face as he makes his rounds around the club, refusing to explain his happy mood to the people who dared to ask.

I scrambled back to the ward to search for my old clothes, but they were gone. What was left were my leather jacket and mobile. My eyes landed on the envelop beside them, the only evidence of Dr. Green and I having a conversation before.

When Angelo offered me that deal, I had thought that I was just going to be his lapdog for a few years and then get the hell out of the Mafia world. He was the last thing holding me back from freedom. Now, the freedom I seek may not be found in this life. I know I could give up if I wanted to but then, I'll be haunted for the rest of my life. The only way is to go forward and get rid of the governor, if I wanted true freedom.

I made a pitstop at Dr. Greene's office but it was dark and empty. She had hung the wind chime back on her office door but I no longer felt fascination for it. The wind chimes used to be an object of left-over sentiments for Tom who passed away. Now, it only brought on a wave of mixed emotions. I wanted to thank him but hate him at the same time, for keeping such a traumatic secret from me. 

Rattling the wind chime, the melodious tunes no longer have a near drug-like effect on me. I did not float through the clouds nor felt like my burdens were lifted off my shoulders - the hypnotism has been broken completely.

I would love to talk to her about my deceased parents but there just simply wasn't time for any of that. The note I had left on the doctor's table gave her a few numbers to contact for help and told her to leave the city immediately. Regrettably, I couldn't help her leave Chairlow as my connections are not that broad yet. The best I could do is pave a smoother route for her to leave the Hollow.