3 months ago - Mark
“I’m sorry to have to call you in like this Mark,” Dominic called to him, stepping back from the door and gesturing him inside.
“No problem, sir,” he said formally, stepping past the man and into the foyer of the house that Dominic shared with Alice.
It wasn’t exactly what you would expect to find an ex-Mafia boss living in, but he guessed that everyone had their spaces that they went to heal.
Dominic had found his with Alice.
Rick had found his with Christine.
Mark, well he didn’t know if he would ever find his.
Even now after only three years of living down here, after following Dominic to Florida, he was already starting to get the itch to move on.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Florida. It was the opposite actually.
He loved it here.
The warm sun was always out no matter where you were at, and contrary to what other people would have you believe, he actually liked the heat.
However, sitting in one place reminded him that, although he had built a life here, had somewhat of a family here, he missed the feeling of driving across the country.
Seeing new places.
Always searching.
“Come on back and we can talk in my office.” Dominic led the way through his house, to an office that was set back away from everything. It was a far cry from the penthouse the man had lived in when Mark had first come to work for him. But if Dominic was happy, then that was all that mattered.
“Please sit,” Dominic called, and he started to feel a twinge of anxiety. Dominic wasn’t one to follow social protocol. Normally anything that needed to be handled was talked about over the phone or later in the evening when they sometimes called meetings over at Rick’s gym.
“How are you doing after everything?”
He tilted his head, studying the man in front of him, wondering if he should answer his boss and friend, or if he should call him on his bullshit, and get this over with.
Something was about to happen and based on the way that Dominic was acting he wasn’t overly sure he was going to like it.
“After everything with Christine, I mean,” Dominic clarified, and his throat convulsed at the reminder of the last few weeks.
“She’s still having trouble being around me,” he said softly, looking out the window over Dominic’s shoulder.
It had been almost two weeks since he had taken the shot that had killed Christine’s brother Brian. It was a situation that he never thought would affect him. Taking a life wasn’t something that was foreign to him, although he hated having to take an innocent’s life. But Brian had been so far from innocent that it was laughable.
The man had been fucking deranged.
Not only had he terrorized Christine for the better part of her life, but he had a sick fascination with her. Even after they had found out that Christine and Brian weren’t blood related.
Fucking creepy.
So, when Christine had fled the hospital and went in search of her brother, he had gone after her with Rick and Danny. The girl had become somewhat of an enigma in his life. The dreaded babysitting job had slowly turned into a situation where he had become to think of her as a sister.
Besides, she was perfect for Rick, a blend of feisty and calm that helped to soothe the rage that Rick carried.
That’s why he didn’t regret taking the fucker’s life.
