A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY

few minutes to seven, yet Hakimi was still in bed, an unusual occurrence. The house, typically

o woke everyone up. "Dad, what are you still doing in bed?" Akashi called out gently. Receiving

e, Dad. Take this," he urged. Hakimi sat up slowly, the effort evident on his face, and swa

Dad?" Akashi aske

I'll be fine in a few minutes. I'll get

e. "Don't go if you're too wea

len and bruised from the previous night's beati

head. "No, Dad. I

see you're trying but don't push yourself to the point where you might leave us. His brows furrowed with concern. I left

ter him speechle

.....

f and went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth before heading to the dining table. The breakfast

Hakimi stood up abruptly. He went to Akashi's bedroom and began searching through his things until he found the

heading out. It was afternoon and the sun was still out. He walked bri

ning tables while others were restocking the shelves with bottles of liquor. The scent of disinfectant mixed with the

ne of them, a young man with blonde hair, dressed in all black wip

said, his voice steady but lac

re's no one with that name h

and I'm certain he works here. I need to see him rig

you should come from 7pm upwards. His Irani

m. He frowned a little. I don't m

ment then nodded towards a door a

ntrance, he had scary tattoo drawn all over his arms and piercing

Riqqo" Hakimi stutter

a second then suddenly became wide eyed. Unless you're talking about... What?! H

n't know,

nd began moving closer to him. Why

he boss. He has some business with him."

passed through a dimly lit hallway and stopped in front of a metal doo

imi stepped inside, he shut the d

mmodating. Files was neatly stacked on a shelf and the floor to ceiling w

began, the men outside told me I will meet

ning down his cheek, looked up from his desk. His eyes nar

broth