Chapter 42 - Selfish is what she is.
Felipé looked at his boss. He had never seen Alfredo like this in his whole nineteen years of looking after him. Not necessarily looking after him but being his shadow and protecting him from any harm.
Alfredo heaved a sigh for what seemed like the hundredth time. Felipe was getting sick of it. Alfredo was watching his favorite telenovela, Forbidden Passions. He always repeated it and repeated. He felt it was somehow related to his sad reality, a dead first love and the second love refuses to be with him.
If only he knew there was one love; Mila Riviera.
"No, Bruno don't fall for her, she will break your heart and leave you in a ditch. She is a selfish cunning Perra Bruno!!" Alfredo yelled at the large screen television.
"She is just so selfish. Selfish, I tell you. She knew what you both shared on that last night of bliss and still went to kill herself. Selfish is what she is." Alfredo added. Was he still talking about Forbidden Passions?
"You promised her you would come back for her and she still did it. She is selfish. She didn't care. She must be burning in hell." Felipe could only shake his head in despair.
"Ugh Bruno don't fall for it. She is just a cunning Pendeja. She gives you her all only to take it back so you can be left in agony. Selfish!!" This was not what a gang leader would be expected to be doing after having his heart broken years ago. It was as if he remembered it all like it had happened yesterday. He should be out killing and spreading blood on walls not getting mad at a television screen for a fictional story.
"Alfredo, you do realize the ending will always stay the same.." Felipe said softly. "No matter how many times you yell at Bruno who might I add, can't hear you." Alfredo turned to look at his bodyguard more like his babysitter. He stood there dressed in black, his head bald and his muscles bulging out of his black shirt.
"I know." Alfredo said throwing the remote on the other couch.
"I just want to feel even more sad than I am, does that make sense?" Alfredo asked. In any way Felipe acted more as a Father and brotherly figure to Alfredo for as long as they could both remember.
"It does." Felipe went to sit next to him.
"How about we go out today? This has got to be the longest Telenovela there is, it will take a whole month.." Felipe suggested. "We could go to any club of your choice and get you laid, yes?" Felipe convinced in Spanish.
Alfredo immediately shook his head like a toddler. He was the softest, Garreth always warned him to not show this side of himself to anyone. He acted cold because it was all a facade.
"I want Mila." He said like a child, needing and begging for candy. Felipe immediately rolled his eyes, this was not going anywhere now was it? He might as well just tell him because this was becoming depressing.
"You want to know what is even more sad about Forbidden Passions?" Felipe said and Alfredo shook his head.
"Bianca actually died in real life and left a six year old child. This was her last telenovela.."
"You lie!!" Alfredo stood up in nothing but his boxers. It was a very cute scene.
"May I bring your MacBook so you can search for it?" Felipe added. Alfredo ran his hand through his jet black hair, his grey eyes flickered towards the Felipe.
"No." He said sternly.
"She is really dead?" He questioned again.
"Died in twenty-fourteen." Felipe answered his question.
"We could arrange a call or meeting with Jencarlos Canela, your so called Bruno to answer these questions for you... you do know that you hold that much power-"
"No no.." That's alright.
"Either you're going to sit here and sulk about a telenovela or you're going to go to that seven year olds party and get Mila." Felipe added.
"Right, I forgot about that.." He said walking away before Felipe called for him.
"Alfredo?"
"Yes?" He turned back, intently listening to what Felipe had to say.
"Mila is your amour."
This knocked the air right out of his lungs. He blinked a few times, no it couldn't be. He hadn't known her name so he just always called her amour even with the tattoo that was inked right below his right bicep.
Alfredo chuckled.
"She is dead." Alfredo said.
"She killed herself because of me."
Felipe shrugged his huge shoulders.
"You want to believe that? Sure. I thought you would have figured it out by now."
Alfredo chuckled.
It wasn't happiness.
It wasn't anger.
It wasn't...
"Mila is my amour?" He questioned again.
"I could recognize her face from a mile away." Felipe added.
"Why didn't you say anything? Do you realize I could kill you for this? I could-"
"You won't do anything, I'm the closest thing you have to family." Felipe shrugged.
"I hate you." Alfredo whined.
"Go get dressed, I'm not Mila. I don't fancy seeing you in boxers." Felipe faked a frown. Alfredo didn't question it, his heart sat well with it. Mila really was his amour. He had a lot of questions, he wouldn't let her out of his sight not now, not ever.
"Tell Antonio to get the car, ready." Alfredo instructed.
"I thought you would never ask." Felipe said with a smile.
"Oh and Alfredo-"
"Yes?"
"If you're going to get her back, please make it fast. Pedro won't be able to hold up without us for that long." Felipe said, Pedro was the second in command who was taking care of everything that needed to be taken care of in Mexico. Alfredo was too happy to even think about that. He just needed to see Mila and hold her in his arms. Nothing would matter at that moment. Not even the Mafia that his father and great grandfather had worked so hard to uphold for years. He was willing to leave everything for her.
Mila his Amour.