Chapter 2 Solution

• CHAPTER 2
• Solution
• Narrated by Brian
• - So? You didn't pay the debt, did you? - I ask, as soon as Mark enters the office.
• - Of course not, what were you expecting? For miracles?
• - Um, I'm going to have to shoot him in the horns, I see. - I speak annoyed -
• It will be a bullet too boring to shoot.
• Misused, but anyway.
• - Mitchell is a dog who doesn't know his owner Brian. - Mark says as he sits down and lights a cigarette - He'll sell his own mother if he has to.
• One of my soldiers knocks on the door that is open.
• - The mother I don't know, but he just sold his own daughter to a brothel. - informs the soldier.
• - Really? Boy, it's really worse than I thought. - Mark inquires perplexed.
• - A daughter?" I ask curiously, "I didn't even know that this crook had a daughter.
• Mark looks at me immediately and says.
• - As a matter of fact I took this on my way out of his house. - He throws a photo on my table.
• I look at the photo and realize that Mitchell's bum is in that photo, accompanied by a beautiful woman, who must be his wife, and a blonde girl, who looks like the woman smiling next to him.
• - How old is Mitchell's daughter? - I ask without taking my eyes off the photo.
• Mark looks at the soldier.
• - What are you waiting for? Go get the whole file on this girl. - he orders.
• The soldier nods yes and quickly leaves the room.
• After a while he comes back in.
• - It's all in your personal email Dom Brian. - he informs immediately.
• I quickly open my email and smile as I read the girl's information.
• - You're smiling! Don't tell me you're thinking of doing, what I think you're thinking of doing? - Mark asks, quite sure of the answer he will hear.
• - Maybe this is the solution to my problem. - I say thoughtfully.
• - Yes, because you know how urgent it is for you to get married Brian. That wedding has to happen yesterday. You know you can't delay it much longer.
• - I know, - I sigh angrily - my father and his brilliant ideas without any sense. Honestly.
• - Your father thought about the future of the Mafia Brian, you know that everything has been passed down from generation to generation, but because of what happened, your father had to put limits, don't you think?
• Mark states the obvious, but I hate to be forced to do something I don't want to do.
• -I just think that the only one sacrificed in this whole story is me. But anyway, -I grab my things-, get your ass up, we're going to that whorehouse right now.
• At the brothel
• Narrated by Brian
• We enter the brothel, without even asking for permission, that's all we need, we don't need any of that bureaucracy, our power is visible.
• Two women immediately come towards us, all swiveling and smiling.
• -I'm sorry. - I speak dryly, and without stopping walking
• -I don't. - Mark says, all ready and willing to stay right there, in the company of the two beautiful women.
• But his boss, which is me, immediately cuts his deck.
• - Not today, Mark, just keep your goose in your pants.
• -How annoying! - he says grumpily.
• I turn to one of the women and order without further ado.
• -I want to talk to the owner of this place. -
• Two minutes later a man appears and introduces himself as the owner of the brothel.
• -Two minutes later a man appears and introduces himself as the owner of the brothel, "What can I do for you gentlemen?
• -I'm here to pick up the girl who was left here by her beast of a father.
• He looks at me strangely.
• - Excuse me, but she is going to be auctioned tomorrow.
• -No more, I'll pay what you paid her father and that's the end of it.
• -But the auction is for the girl's father to pay off a debt.
• -I know, that ostrich debt from the girl's father, it's to pay me, pay the mob.
• He swallows dryly.
• I realize he wasn't expecting this.
• -Very well then. - he signals to one of the women- go get the girl.
• -No need, I'll go get her myself. - I speak sharply and decisively.
• The woman indicates the room and I knock lightly on the door.
• The door is opened and I see a beautiful blonde woman who looks at me curious and at the same time scared.
• She is clearly the girl in the photo but a little older, no longer a girl but a beautiful woman.
• -You are Flora?- I speak like a thunderbolt.
• I don't want any woman here.
• She narrows her gaze at me.
• - And who's asking?- she asks suspiciously and haughtily.
• - Who just got rid of you from being auctioned off like a commodity. Your father honestly just makes crap after crap after crap. It's me that your father has a debt with. - I say impatiently - Now let's go, I don't have all my life.
• I turn my back immediately and start walking down the hallway and feel her right there behind me.
• - Thank you for getting me out of this situation.
• Free, she says.
• Let's see if she will like what I still have to tell her.
• To the Rich Zone
• Narrated by Flora
• After that extremely handsome man appeared at the door of that room, where I felt desperate, he took me from there without any problem.
• Boy, was I watching my life literally go backwards.
• He in his sure stride walks in front of me and I follow him to a black car, he opens the door of one of the black cars parked there at the door and I get in.
• Before I get into the car, I notice that there are a few more cars and several men all dressed in dark, with guns in their hands.
• But who are these people? The Mafia?
• Maybe they really are.
• I've heard a lot about the Mafia here in Chicago, but I've never seen anyone who belongs to it.
• After I finally get in he turns around and gets in the driver's seat as well.
• He pulls out and the other cars nearby immediately pull out behind us.
• On the way silence reigns inside the car.
• But all I can think about is my bastard father. When I get home I'm going to kill my father, I think to myself.
• But as I look outside I realize through the dark car windows that I'm not going in the direction of my house.
• I decide to break the silence and ask.
• - Excuse me, but I think you are mistaken, I don't live this way.
• He drives with his heavy countenance.
• - We're not going to your house. - he just says, dry and cutting.
• My despair returns.
• What if he is going to hurt me?
• I decide to probe the handsome but extremely arrogant man.
• - You know my name, but I don't know yours.
• - Brian. - he says dryly and without taking his eyes off the road - Brian Costantini.
• He has no intention of saying anything else, and I decide to shut up as well.
• At least he has a nice name.
• I realize that we are headed for the suburbs of Chicago, more precisely for the rich area in Highland Park. The mansions here are a real luxury.
• A huge gate opens and the car drives in, followed by two or three more cars behind us, then it closes again and I see several soldiers prowling around the yard.