EVELYNNE
Clarence didn't go to work today. He was in the study room the whole morning. I don't know why he decided to work from home today because he loves his strip club way too much to miss a day just to sit in the study room the whole day. I changed the night dress I was still wearing and prepared for a cleaning spree.
I started with cleaning the five guest rooms, changing the setup and layout of everything in the room. Next was the setup of my bedroom, Saint's bedroom and lastly Ivan's work office. The library shelf was already neatly packed so the last thing I did was mopping the hallways, passages, corridors, kitchen, living room, and staircase.
It's about time I hire a few maids. I never wanted them before because I didn't want them near my son, especially when he was still a kid. Everytime I thought of leaving my house in their care I just imagined how badly they'd treat my son. Being soft hearted was already a huge red flag and weakness in the mafia.
Each year I learnt the hard way why I need to be cruel. Sometimes time would steal my quiet moments and bring memories of my mother. I wonder if she'd still be alive if I had not been psychologically unbalanced. Sometimes I didn't regret killing her because I'd done it to keep my son.
Most times I'd regret it. I know she would have protected me no matter what. I wouldn't have so much blood in my hands if she was alive. All the murders, the betrayals, the lies I'd woven that kept me standing wouldn't have been there. I've spent years digging up my mom's past piece by piece, trying to build a reputation like hers.
I took over the throne, blood on my hands just to ensure I stayed on top. They would have torn me apart from flesh to bone, limb to limb if I didn't become who I was today. I found solace in EZ. It was the remaining evidence that I was still humane and god only knows what I would have become if it wasn't for my son.
I remember how I'd felt when Saint was taken by the Irish mafia at the age of 8. How I'd searched for him high and low, losing my mind each day when I didn't find him.
The fear whenever I heard news, rumors of a dead child praying to God it wasn't my son. The skipped therapy sessions, the thirst for blood that grew, the mafia council watched, laughed at the weak alpha who couldn't protect her own son.
The pointless clues that led me astray. The nightmares, the blood, the screams, the horrors of the people I had killed. When I found him he was broken. How it had ripped me apart from within when I bathed him.
I sat in the quiet study going through files, documents that were supposed to give me a clue. I don't understand how mother has protected me for 15 years. I was just her shadow even when she was dead. Whoever took my son was the enemy,
at first I had prayed, hoping they'd make their demand but they never did. I'd done everything in my power to be like mom,
instill enough fear like her.
Each and every one of her cruel deeds I had done worse, I'd done research, fed on rumors about who my mother was and
followed so closely in her footsteps. I started off bad hence from top 1 of the bloodiest mafia I dropped to 3rd best. Keeping
myself there was hard, so fuckin hard.
I should have known better. I shouldn't have let my guard down. It's been a fuckin year now and I still haven't received any news of my son. Every lead, each piece of information leads me to a dead end. I don't know if my son is even alive right now.
God only knows what they've done to my little boy.
Dean, "Mrs Zyraelle."
I looked up from the documents in my hand to Dean. He gave me a phone, I observed it was a call so I took it. Marlo, the Irish mafia leader, was on the call. He had invited me to an event. I told Dean to arrange everything for me, dress, shoes, ca
just everything. I didn't care.
...…..
I snapped out of the memory before it could get worse. The horror was too much to think of.
Saint was the one who experienced that not me but it felt like it was me, it felt like I was looking at the 9 year old version of my 13 year old mother who'd experienced the same thing. He was only fuckin nine and that Mario had caused him so much harm.
It scared me to think that I didn't even save him. He was my son yet he had to save himself. If he had never saved himself, he would still be there, in that horrible place. I'd have never seen him again. The ringing of a bell distracted me long enough to shut down the box that had just threatened to spill everything I'd worked so hard to keep closed.
I was about to stand up and attend to whoever was at the door when Saint came down the stairs and went to the door. He cursed when he opened the door and I was wondering who was at the door.
"We found her sneaking around."
Saint, "what the fuck are you doing here Evadne?"
Evadne? Ooh the black girl who's in love with him. I've been meaning to meet her. I didn't get time to look for a perfect place for her to fit in. I was having a hard time deciding which island would be better suited for her.
"I need to see your mom. I knew they wouldn't let me so I was trying to get in by climbing the wall. I didn't think you'd be here."
Saint, "for what? So you could manipulate her, shed crocodile tears and then what huh. Or are you here to try to ruin my relationship with Esmeralda using my mother as a pawn."
"Just one order sir and I'll punish her."
Saint, "listen Lewis, get your filthy hands off of her and don't ever touch her like that ever again.
Is that clear?"
I went to the door and stood behind Saint. The girl's eyes lit up when she noticed me and she smiled at me.
"You can come in Evadne."
She looked at Saint, and I'm not sure what kind of look this boy was giving the poor girl because her smile faded immediately when she looked back at him. He just turned his back on her and left clearly infuriated by her presence. When he left she stared at his disappearing form. I snapped my fingers three times in front of her face and her attention came back to me.
"I'm sorry. Uhm I didn't mean to zone out, I…"
"It's okay, don't worry. I know about you and my son."
She smiled nervously and looked down at her feet. I took the time to really study her. She was way too childish to be a stripper. That's the first thing I noticed about her. The attire she wore.told me that much. Her hair was tied into two pom poms, she was wearing a yellow hoodie with a cartoon on it.
The cartoon was yellow, it had big blue eyes and wore brown pants, black shoes and a white shirt. It looked like a sponge but I couldn't tell what cartoon it was. For someone who was trying to climb my wall she looked like a silly cartoon.
Evelynne, "for someone who was trying to sneak into a house don't you think yellow is too bright. You ought to get caught obviously because you're standing out. Choose a quiet color next time."
She nodded her head quickly. I led her into the kitchen and offered her the food leftover from yesterday's dinner. She didn't seem offended by it and I was glad she wasn't some fake snob trying to act inferior and treating surplus food like trash. Being rich didn't mean you had to waste food or buy all those fancy stuff just to show how rich you fuckin were.
"So what brings you here Evadne?"
She looked around first then turned back to me with a hesitant smile.
Evadne, "I don't want… to work…. under the club anymore… I… I'd like to live a normal life. I don't like stripping, the clothes are uncomfortable and… I… I don't want to work under your son either. "
She kept fidgeting with her fingers, her hands were shaking slightly and she didn't dare look up.
Fear. She wreaked of fear. Her voice was dry and low, almost like she hadn't just eaten. Too bad.Saint is engaged to Esmeralda. I don't dislike Esmeralda, she's an amazing girl and she loves my son but they're both good and goofy in their own contrasting ways.
"It's okay. I'll make arrangements for you, I'll shift you to a different location, an island to be precise."
Evadne, "an island? Actually I don't want to be a stripper, not that I want to change locations. I can't leave Germany, it's become my home now. "
"Fine, then I'll just shift you to waitressing for a little while. If you don't like it then you'll have to complete a certain course to get a better job."
Evadne, "thank you."
The surroundings went quiet again. I wanted to ask her to relax and not be so anxious around me but I just kept quiet. She smiled at me, her eyes twitching repeatedly, "I'll get going. Thank you."
She stood up and waited for me to say something perhaps, dismiss her maybe..
"You're a lovely girl Evadne. If Esmeralda was a bad person I'd have let you be with my son but Esmeralda is an angel and they love each other. I'd like us to be friends, if you don't mind."
Evadne, "Mrs Eva I'm not… I'm not in your league. I'm just a victim you rescued. I'm not
someone important for you to associate with. "
Evelynne, "just because I'm one of the wealthiest women doesn't mean that I don't associate with people like you. I've saved many girls Evadne, trust me, some betrayed me and I had to kill them myself just to keep EZ a secret. Some are ungrateful, some didn't make it, some didn't care. They have life's right now, others pursue their dreams, others are trying to survive, but they don't know that they are under my care, my supervision, my wealth. You're different and I know it. Let's be friends, you won't regret it. "Evadne, "if we are friends will I have access to your house. I mean does it mean I can visit you, you can visit me, we can go out for ice cream, picnics, museum trips and all that. Does it mean I can rely on you emotionally and you'll be here for me."
Evelynne, "keep in mind that I'm not an ordinary woman. I'll be there when I can but sure we can adjust to each other's schedule right."
Her eyes sparkled with joy and she smiled, this time genuinely not by force. She hugged me tightly then winked at me.
Evadne, "no matter how busy you are Mrs Eva I'll show you how fun life can be sometimes.
When is your birthday?"
"6 November, why?"
Evadne, "it's in 5 months. Wow what a coincidence. Okay I'll get going now. Bye Mrs Eva. "
I just hope I didn't make the wrong decision with this girl and most importantly I hope my
judgment about her is not wrong.