The Journey Unknown( In Search Of An Ex)

Melissa Gets Suitor

Melissa Gets Suitor

Mrs P, the MD of the Cottage came around the restaurant cum lodging, seeing Melissa asked, " Who is this? "

"She was employed last year, Ma," the chef answered her.

"Come, keep the plates," she told Melissa.

She switched off the plate washer and walked out to the door where Mrs P stopped.

"Have you been working as a kitchen attendant?"

Melissa," answered firmly," No, Ma. But I am catching up."

"No. Come, come, come." she took her away, and entered her office with her." Sit down. You are from where?"

"Cosa," she answered.

"Why did you seek for a job?" She fixed eyes on her.

"My boyfriend quarreled with me. So, I was stranded. I felt I needed to fend for myself."

"How old are you?"

"25 years".

" Did he abuse you?"

"No."

"Were you engaged to him?"

"Yes. We were married. He divorced me. "

"Okay, you are divorced. Fine. Have you worked in the office once?"

"No. But I have a degree in economics."

"Good. Good. You will be of help. Have you had your breakfast? "

"No. Ma"

"Okay, let's go and have it together." She led her out.

The service girls had been gossiping since. Seeing the MD and Melissa coming toward them, into the restaurant, they dispersed.

"You will work directly under me. Hope it is okay?"

"I appreciate, Ma."

"Eat as much as you can. You are looking stressed," said Mrs P

"Ma. I am heartbroken." Melissa told her.

"Serious? Okay, when we get in you tell me," she said.

In the office, she told her everything Don Marcello did to her without mincing words.

"What is his occupation?" she asked her.

Melissa was choked. How he maltreated her was all she could say publicly.

She remembered the law of omerta.

Don Marcello has screwed it into her head the punishment of breaking the law. That no hope, no Jesus, no Madonna will save her from two compressors that will compress her from both sides till her flesh becomes as flat as a piece of barbecue

"It seems you don't know him? You young ones don't think before getting married. Well, that phase is over." Mrs P said. " You are so beautiful. Would you like to marry a responsible man? Assurance will cover you all around. Talk of money, talk of power, he has it. And he is advanced in age."

"How old? " Melissa asked.

"50. Don't look berserk." Mrs P told Melissa. "That's the kinda men wise girls marry," she told him. " Those with fatherly cares, not wife beaters."

"No problem. I knew some girls who married elderly men and are happy now. " Melissa said.

"I have a friend. She wants a homely and presentable girl for her brother. She will soon come. " Mrs. P informed Melissa.

"What does the brother do? "Melissa asked her madam, Mrs P.

"He's a Capo! " she told her. "of Nostra Territory! "

"Waw." Melissa held herself, scared.

Don Marcello screwed into her head punishments that await the breaker of the Mafian's 3rd law, the Mafian's 1st law.

That they were no longer married does not mean she will then expose him. For her safety too.

A woman in her early fifties came in.

She looked elegant and social.

"Hello." she cast a look at Melissa. " I am Beatrice Brown. " she said." How about Joyce Parker? "

"Welcome, Ma. " Melissa greeted.

"Beatrice. This is the wife for you brother," said Mrs P who came in.

Beatrice Brown took a more critical study of Melissa.

She was 1.74 m and no onlooker ever said oh, this girl is beautiful.

"My brother will love you like no other," said Beatrice Brown."I hope your madam is right?"

"It's fated, stop asking! " Mrs P cautioned her friend.

Capo Carlsbad had a first wife who had no heir for him and he did not divorce her.

His marriage with Melissa was the most brief in the registry's history.

Why? To avoid publicity. A capo must have enemies. There are dangers of any member of his family being kidnapped or assassinated by the rival

But, her sister, Beatrice Brown had made him take an Oath that Melissa being a young girl should be the head of the house.

A woman governs the house man protects and provides.

Capo Carlsbad was a man nobody knew, always indoors. A Human blockchain, Mrs P knew him as when she was a crime reporter for a weekly tabloid.

Be sat behind his DELL computer 24/7 receiving information from his illegal coys, processing the solutions, and wiring back to his boys on the high sea or already on the shore. Or to the men counterfeiting for him anything counterfeitable.

But despite all his illegalities, he was a man who knew that what money cannot do, more money will do it. He settled the law enforcement agencies and cared for the less privileged. He has a lot of goodwill.

Would their path cross? He and Don Marcello?

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