Escaping The Mafia King

A loud voice of horn pulled my attention back to the present.

I had just stopped my car outside of the address that the GPS was showing, and although it were eight p. m., and the darkness of night had covered the residential area, all the lights were off of the home that I was standing outside at.

I checked my GPS again to see if I had made any mistake but the location was showing the same.

Then I remembered that my uncle had mentioned about a coffee shop that he ran after retiring from his position as a police officer when I had talked to him over phone three days ago.

This was actually the second time in my whole life that I was going to see my uncle, Vincent.

I barely remembered the last time when I had seen him. I was about twelve years old then. I remembered running into his arms after seeing him enter the threshold of our house.

But then one day he stopped coming to our home. He did not even come to my parents’ funeral. My mom always said that my uncle was out there if I ever needed him.

Although I had not met him for almost thirteen long years, but when I decided to leave my life behind, he was the only person that came into my mind.

And to my surprise, when I called him and awkwardly asked if I could come to stay with him for a couple of days, he immediately said yes without any question asked.

I grabbed my phone from the dashboard and dialed Vincent’s number. Even after trying four times, it kept going to an engaged tone. I searched for the second address that Vincent had mentioned. It was of his coffee shop.

Without waiting, I started driving again and did not stop until I

across the street and started walking towards the coffee shop that was right in the middle of a busy street

just call it

could see from outside, it looked nothing like

like a deliberate mistake of wrong parking. Although the gates of the coffee shop

on

looked

to squeeze past the Harley and push open the door of the coffee

ringing and my eyes went

taken just two steps inside when my body collided

fell hard on my ass and an

instead of a wall, my eyes took in a set of brown cowboy boots.

the dark blue jeans clad muscular legs, and then a wide buckled waist to

black eyes stared down at me. His mouth

waist over the belt, which was over his hips.

get up?”