The Disinherited of the Mafia

"Hey, girl! What are you doing here?! You can hear the screams of a man in the distance who was approaching. Isabella turned around in surprise. Didn't I tell you not to come back?! " Shouted the subject just a few steps away from her.

"I... I am sorry... I just came by the mail. She babbles nervously, a little scared. "

"By the mail?!" The man looked her up and down and saw some envelopes in the girl's hands. - I don't know what you're bothering for, I'm sure those are claims for payments and more unpaid bills. The man growled. Isabella didn't answer, she just clenched the papers in her hands, with an expression full of sadness. "Good! You already have your mail and now that the bank officially owns this house, it won't come again, so don't worry about coming back..." The man looked around, noticing that some people on the street had stopped to look at them. "Now go!" That with that indigent look you run me to the possible clients who want to buy this house, then they will think that this area is full of beggars. The man murmured, his jaw clenched, looking at Isabella with contempt.

The girl took the small suitcase, in which she carried the four changes of clothes she had, which was all she had left, and returned to the shelter for the needy in which she had been living for the last few days.

Just a few weeks ago, that house from which that man had kicked her out was his home, the place where Isabella grew up, however, now it belonged to the bank, all her things, both the house and her belongings, had been confiscated due to the enormous amount of debts that the young woman had been left with for the expenses made by her mother's illness, who had recently died.

Isabella entered that huge old building full of small rooms and walked quickly to the tiny little room she had been living in for the past few days, locked herself in and sat on the cot she slept on, looked around and sighed heavily, now this was the only roof she had and although it was not easy to live in that shelter, because there she lived with a lot of strangers, many evildoers and ill-intentioned people, who had already tried to rob and abuse her on a couple of occasions, even so, she was grateful to have a roof over her head and not have to sleep outdoors, as she had already had to do before.

The young woman placed the bag under her bed, she had already gotten used to carrying it everywhere, because her roommate, Jade, had recommended it to her to prevent her things from being stolen, because she was another homeless girl, who had been in the shelter much longer than Isabella and already knew better the rules of survival of the place.

Jade had befriended Isabella in the few days they had been living together, so it was easy for Isabella to deduce that if she wasn't in the room, she had probably gone out to get some money or food, begging on the streets. So, Isabella took advantage of her moment of solitude and intimacy to review the correspondence, which she had brought from home, a last memory of her old life.

With tears of anger and helplessness, Isabella verified that what the man from the bank who had kicked her out of the house said, was true, all the envelopes were full of unpaid bills and notices of last payment, the young woman was crumpling each of the papers, without stopping crying, Why had life been so her? Why did she have to lose her mother and be left alone, with nothing, if she, all her life, had tried to be a good girl, a good person?

Isabella kept asking herself these questions, while, in frustration, she tore up the rest of the envelopes of the correspondence that she no longer bothered to open. One by one, he tore each letter to pieces and just when he reached the last one, at the moment he took it in his hands, lifting the envelope, ready to tear it in two, something caught his attention.

The paper was different from the others, it was thinner and was not addressed to his mother, like the rest of the correspondence. This envelope, bearing her name, was addressed to her, to Isabella Sinclair.

Surprised, Isabella read the sender. Margaret de Sinclair had sent her that letter, and the young woman knew who it was, for that was the name of her paternal grandmother. A strong hunch invaded the girl, the tears and anger began to diminish and be replaced by curiosity. Quickly, Isabella opened the envelope and began to read the letter inside.

"Dear Ms. Isabella Sinclair".

Receive a cordial greeting from the entire Sinclair family.

We are hereby pleased to invite you to our next family reunion, which will be held on a two-week cruise beginning on the fifteenth day of March of this year and will sail at ten o'clock in the morning.

We hope that you will take all the necessary precautions to be able to attend, it would be especially pleased to have your attendance.

Without further ado, we thank you for your attention.

Sincerely, Margaret de Sinclair"

Isabella reread that letter over and over again, trying to understand her, completely astonished, she could not believe that this invitation could be true, because never, but never in her life, Isabella had had any kind of contact with that family, in fact, the young woman knew very well, that her father had been banished from the prestigious Sinclair lineage, and now, after so many years, do they send you an invitation to a family reunion?

Albert, Isabella's father, was the eldest son of William and Margaret, the main heirs of the prestigious and ancient Sinclair dynasty, the second richest and most powerful family of gangsters in the entire country. However, Albert, the next heir of the family, fell in love with a humble woman, Patricia Soler, a young foreigner who came to the country alone, looking for a new life and opportunity.

Albert's affair angered his father, who ended up disinheriting him and banishing him from the Sinclair family when he learned that his eldest son, his pride, had secretly married the insignificant and poor woman, Patricia, who was surely a careerist.

Since then, Albert led a humble life with his spouse, changing his life completely, but being very happy, despite the fact that his parents, his brothers, and the entire Sinclair family exiled him and forgot about him completely.

That's why Isabella would never have expected to receive an invitation like that and even less from that family, people she didn't know, who never looked for her or reached out to her, people she saw on the news and on television and seemed unreachable, a family that despised them only because of their mother's humble background.

Isabella reread the letter one last time and detailed the signature at the end, "Margaret de Sinclair", that was her grandmother, the young woman remembered having seen her only once in her life, she was just a child and she had seen her from afar, a few meters away, but she would never forget that day, because it was at Albert's funeral, his father, who would have died in a terrible accident.

What could these people want from her, after so many years of oblivion? The young woman weighed with a certain feeling of rage, because despite all the money and power of that family, never, not once, did they reach out to her.

She threw the letter and the envelope aside, from which a pass for the cruise slipped, which explained all the amenities they would have on the trip: food, drinks, spacious suites, swimming pool, different recreational activities, boutiques, among many more and at the end some words became very striking: everything is paid.

There was no denying that the offer was more than tempting, two weeks on a luxurious cruise ship with everything paid, although she would be living with people she did not know, it was definitely much better than living in the shelter, where she was in the same situation, surrounded by strangers.

Of course, it was not something eternal, Isabella understood perfectly that after finishing the two weeks of cruising, she would have to return to the life of poverty in the shelter, because she would probably continue to be an exile from the family because she was her mother's daughter, however, if there was a free boutique, at least she could get a couple of decent changes of clothes that would allow her to get a good job to support herself.

Isabella took the pass for the cruise in her hands, she definitely had to go, possibly this was her chance. His mother always taught him to be a good person, she told him what good things happened to those who were good in life and perhaps, life finally had something good for him, prepared.

The young woman looked at the address well, then checked the date once again "the fifteenth day of March of this year", she realized that that date was that same day, she got up from her cot, hurried, rereading the rest "which will set sail at ten in the morning" only had one hour, before the cruise ship set sail.

She had to hurry up and run, otherwise she wouldn't be there in time. She went to bend down to pick up the small suitcase she had stored under the bed, when a loud knock on the door frightened her. Isabella assumed that it was jade, it was time for her friend and companion to have returned, so, as her friend had already taught her, she asked before opening.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's me, Jade. " It was heard from the other side of the door.

Without much hesitation, Isabella went to open the door and was paralyzed when she discovered that her friend was not seeing alone but was accompanied by a couple of men. Isabela knew them very well; they were the same ones who had tried to rob and abuse her before.

"I'm so sorry Isabella, it was you or it was me. "

A luxurious dark-colored car parked in front of the property, the bank representative, very sure that it could be a potential customer, with more than enough money, adjusted his tie to receive the newcomer.

A tall, elegant, attractive young man, dressed in a designer suit, got out of the car, and showing an expression full of concern hurriedly walked towards the guy on the bench.

"Good morning, excuse me..." I'm looking for Isabella Sinclair. He announced, extending his hand.

The guy on the bench stretched out his hand to give the stranger a squeeze, showing an expression full of confusion.

"Who is this man? Didn't she and that the girl was alone? Well, as far as I know, it was only the mother and daughter... And after the death of the mother, the girl had no one else to turn to," pondered the man from the bank.

"Could it be...? Is it possible that the Sinclair family was really involved with this riffraff and now they would come to extend help to them?" he ended up assuming, so he immediately changed his expression to a pleasant smile, not just any day could one of the members of that prestigious family be in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, young man, I'm Robert Lowell, a representative of the bank.

"Diego Ortiz". The young man blurted out and immediately, Lowell changed his expression to a grimace of disappointment.

"Well, well, Mr. Ortiz... I am very sorry to have to inform you that young Isabella Sinclair no longer lives here. He tried to sound condescending.

"What?! But... What happened? I learned of the death of Mrs. Patricia de Sinclair and traveled as quickly as possible; how come she no longer lives here? " Rebuked Diego, alarmed.

"Oh, yes... The lady died a couple of weeks ago from a terrible illness, a very unfortunate death, especially considering the number of debts she left to her daughter, so the bank had no choice but to retain the house as part of payment... " Lowell explained very calmly, while young Diego opened his eyes wide, surprised.

"What?! Isabella..." Diego took a step forward. "Isabella, where is she?!" He said desperately.

The man on the bench took a step back, somewhat afraid of the boy's reaction.

"I don't know, I don't know where she's living, the girl was here about an hour ago, she came to pick up the mail, but from there, I don't know more". Lowell made a gesture with his hands, as if he were washing them, and turned around.

Diego was stunned and stunned; how could he have been so late? He had made a promise to Isabella several years ago and was unable to keep it, he had left her alone and unprotected.

Suddenly, the voice of a woman makes him come out of his daze, confused, Diego looks around and sees a lady, leaning against the fence of the neighboring house.

"Hey, boy! I heard you're looking for Isabella..." The lady caught his attention, he approached quickly, hopefully.

"Yes, yes, thank you... Do you know where it is?" He asked quickly.

"I know it's none of my business, but I'll give you some advice..." I recommend that you don't look for her anymore..." The woman replied with a contemptuous expression.

"What?"

"When the bank took her out of her house, I offered the girl to stay with me, I felt very sorry for her, because I thought she was a good girl who always took care of her mother... But I had to throw her out..." The woman explained with a wrinkled brow.

"How?" Diego looked at her in horror.

"I gave her shelter and food, I thought she was helping me with the housework, but I discovered that the very ungrateful one was trying to seduce my spouse... That girl turned out to be a dead fly, that's why I chased her away... And I think he went to a homeless shelter. The lady murmured under her breath to Diego, who felt a prick of pain and indignation.

He stood up and stepped back, unable to believe what he was hearing, while the woman nodded as an affirmation of what she had just said.

Diego looked up at the woman's property and noticed, how a middle-aged man, potbellied and somewhat bald, was cautiously peeking out from one of the windows of the house.

"I recommend you, madam, that I kept a very close eye on your spouse...

"What?" The woman looked at him confused.

"Why am I sure you live with a pervert and a would-be rapist!" He growled angrily at the top of his voice.

"What?!How dare he?! How can he say something like that?! " The woman began to scream, indignant, while Diego turned around ignoring her completely.

He turned again to the bank representative, Robert Lowell, who was still stationed on the front porch of the house.

"Sir, do the paperwork right away, I'll buy the property!" He said with determination.

"Of course! Of course, Mr. Ortiz! Mr. Lowell stammered in surprise.

The man quickly entered the house, to begin the preparations, he did not doubt for a second that this young man had the financial capacity to buy that house immediately, with that car and that expensive suit, he said it all.

Diego rushed in behind Lowell and just as he passed the door, his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered, returning to the porch.

"Are you done with your personal business yet?" Asked a male voice that he recognized immediately.

"No, in fact, everything got complicated, I didn't find her and now I don't know where she might be..." I have to find it. Diego growled, squeezing the device in his hand tightly, full of frustration.

"I need you back to take care of everything, your flight is already scheduled for today and..."

"I know, but she"" Listen, I need more time, she may be in danger, she's alone and they left her on the street..." Diego tried to explain, when he was interrupted.

"That's not my problem..." He heard a growl on the other end of the line, followed by a long sigh. "Diego, I accepted that you make that trip only because you are one of my best managers, but I want you back right now, today I am going on a trip, and I need you to take care of everything abroad... If you are so worried about the girl, hire a private investigator to find her.

"Of course..." Diego inhaled deeply. "That's what I'll do, don't worry, I'll take my flight today."

"Good. " He hung up.

The young man stood for a second, static, listening only to the beep of the line.

"Mr. Ortiz?" Diego heard a voice calling him behind him, it was the bank representative, who had a bunch of papers in his hands. "Will you do the shopping?"

"Yes, yes, of course" He reacted with a start, entering the house quickly.

Diego had made a long trip with the sole purpose of finding Isabella Sinclair and it wasn't that he wanted that house, he only bought it because he thought that perhaps Isabella would like to have it back, since it was her parents' house.

This whole situation was shocking to him and unfortunately, he had found out about everything very late, Diego did not stop thinking, imagining, what calamities the love of his life would be going through.

***

Isabella stood paralyzed, with the small purse in one hand and the envelope, with the letter and the cruise pass in the other, while those pair of men looked her up and down with evil shining in their eyes.

"I'm so sorry Isabella, it was you or it was me. Jade blurted out, with a downcast expression.

Isabella looked at her friend, the only person who had reached out to her in recent days, had betrayed her, however, she could notice how the girl, had some bruises, surely the men had forced her.

Jade turned and left, leaving Isabella with those horrible men.

The young woman took a step back, terrified, and immediately, one of the subjects entered the small room, licking his lips, which caused Isabella disgust.

"Don't worry, little princess... If you do your part, it won't hurt so much..." He growled maliciously.

"Oh, no, I like them to fight, so they turn me on more." The other blurted out from further back.

She clenched her fists, holding on tightly to the things she was carrying in her hands, that suitcase and the envelope would be of no use to her to defend herself, her eyes filled with tears when she realized that she had no escape.

The man held her by the neck tightly and pushed her, making her hit the back wall, his face approached hers, with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, causing the girl to gag.

"Do I disgust you, dog?" He growled angrily, sticking his face to hers even more, which caused the girl to gag more, as she felt his fetid breath.

Full of anger, the subject raised his hand, with all the intention of hitting her, when out of fright, instinctively, Isabella kicked with all her strength right in the man's crotch, who let go of it in pain and fell to his knees.

Isabella barely had time to take a breath when she noticed the other man walking at a determined pace toward her, his fists clenched.

Quickly, she threw herself on Jade's cot, reaching under a spouted pillow, and by the time the guy pounced on her, Isabella found what she was looking for, a small electric stun that Jade kept, which she stretched towards the man, releasing a shock that made him tremble.

The second man fell shuddering on the ground, Isabella looked at them for a moment, still not believing what had just happened, how did she get rid of those men? How could he...?

He saw how one of them tried to get up and panicked, he quickly took the small suitcase and the envelope with the papers, to run away.

In the hallway, she saw Jade crying, but Isabella did not stop, there was so much fear, that her body, her legs, only asked her to run and get away from that horrible place, to which she mentally begged never to have to return, ever.

Several minutes passed in which the young woman was running through the streets shedding tears, not looking to the sides, pushing people in the street, when the sound of a screech of tires, stopping abruptly, stopped her.

In the tears, she could only make out a dark car that was coming at her and seemed to want to brake, there was no time to jump or resume the race, Isabella just squeezed her eyes tightly.

Máximo was furious, not only because of the inconceivable orders his father had given him, but also because he had sent him on an absurd journey with a family that had always been his greatest competition, the Sinclair's.

But things would not stay that way, if the great Maximilian, his father, thought that he could threaten him as if he were a child, he was very wrong, because soon, Maximus would free himself from his authority.

What would leave him without an inheritance? What would banish him from the family? That would no longer matter to Máximo, because he had a plan, he had already made his own investments abroad, no one knew it, but the boy was already making his own small fortune.

In a short time, about five years, perhaps, when his investments bore real fruit, which he would, Maximus would rise up against his father and tell him his four truths, however, in the meantime, he had no choice but to follow the orders of the highest authority of the Collins family, his father, although that filled him with courage.

Máximo was young, at just twenty-five years old he had shown himself to be an eminence in business, so he had more than enough time to hope that his plan would go well, and the boy was completely sure that everything would go as he had planned.

"That's not my problem..." Máximo growled into the phone.

He vented his rage against one of the managers of his foreign companies, who, moreover, had become his best friend in a very short time.

An instant later, realizing that he was paying his frustration with whom he shouldn't, Máximo emitted a long sigh, trying to take on a diplomatic tone.

"Diego, I agreed to let you make that trip just because you're one of my best managers, but I want you back right now, I'm going on a trip today and I need you to take care of everything abroad..." If you are so worried about the girl, hire a private investigator to find her. "Máximo ordered.

"Of course..." Diego replied on the other end of the line. "That's what I'll do, don't worry, I'll take my flight today."

"Good.

Máximo hung up, throwing the phone on the seat with boredom, at least he had left that arranged, because he trusted Diego, who had shown himself to be a more than capable man.

After a second of silence, the countless words of her sister, Emily, resumed, who was only waiting for her brother to finish with his important call.

"Can you believe it, Max? What a thrill! I can't get enough of it... I never thought there was a chance that I would inherit the head of the family, I was always resigned to what you would be..." She murmured excitedly.

"Of course, I'll still be happy if you're the chosen one and you inherit, but just thinking that I have the possibility... It seems that dad has changed and no longer has those stupid man prejudices... "

She was still chattering, when in a matter of seconds, Máximo saw a figure that appeared out of nowhere, crossing itself in the middle of the road.

The tires of the car emitted a loud squeal, Máximo held on to the back of the driver's seat and before he could do anything, he saw how his sister stamped her face on the passenger back.

A slight blow was felt, Maximo's pulse immediately accelerated, what had happened? What had he done?

In the midst of her daze, she heard her sister complaining of a pain in her nose, but when detailing it, she noticed that she only had something red in it, nothing to worry about, however, what had happened to the person who had crossed her path?

"Sir, miss, are you all, right?" The driver turned to them.

"Yes, what happened?" Máximo asked, confused.

"A girl..." She got in the way... Wait here.

The driver got out of his seat, through the window you could see some people watching what happened, voices could be heard outside, it seemed that the driver was talking to someone, then, ignoring his sister's complaints, Máximo got out of the car.

*

After the terrible scare she had gone through in the shelter, Isabella had done nothing but run, her heart was racing, her eyes full of tears and although she was exhausted, the adrenaline rush did not allow her to stop, until she heard the sound of a screeching tire and she stopped.

She only had time to close her eyes and squeeze the suitcase and the envelope she was carrying in her hands when she felt the blow.

It was painful, obviously.

She let out an instant groan when she felt the impact, but a second later, when she opened her eyes, with her pulse racing, Isabella realized that she was still alive and standing, with nothing more than a cramp in her hip and leg.

The car had hit her, but not so hard, because fortunately she had braked in time.

In the midst of the slight pain, the young woman tried to turn around to continue her scamper, still scared and in a hurry to get to the cruise ship to which she had been invited, when she heard the car door open and then a man calls her.

"Hey, girl! "

"What?" She turned around confused.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a dark suit, approached her. - I hit you, does it hurt? Feeling bad?

"No... No, I'm fine". She stammered somewhat unsurely.

She was listening to the man who was talking to them just a few steps away, when she noticed that someone else was getting out of the car, another man, tall, elegant, and very handsome.

Isabella felt an abnormal startle in her chest, she hardly saw him, for she had never seen such an attractive boy before.

***

Máximo peeked out, curious to know what had happened, who had been beaten, when he saw that in front of the car was a shaky young woman, somewhat dirty and with quite disheveled clothes. Full of curiosity, Máximo approached.

"You must go to a hospital..." He listened to the driver.

"No, no, I... I'm fine. The young girl's soft voice answered".

"What happened?" Máximo asked, intervening.

"Sir, excuse me..." The driver bowed to him. "I think I hit the girl, and I insist that she go to a hospital, but she doesn't want to listen to me.

"Hey... What's your name?" Maximo addressed the girl in a stern tone.

"Isabella..." she muttered, backing away slightly.

"Did he hit you?" Feeling good? - Máximo asked with a frown, he seemed quite angry.

Isabella raised her face to him and their eyes met for a brief moment.

She had a slightly dirty face and somewhat red eyes, even so, a fleeting thought passed through Maximo's mind, "Her eyes... They are beautiful."

"No... I mean, I barely brush, but I'm fine..." Isabella murmured, frowning, for she couldn't help but think that, although they hit her, they seemed angrier than really worried about her.

"Are you sure?" He insisted, with an authoritarian tone. Isabella just nodded, squeezing the suitcase and envelope in her hand.

Máximo stared at her, staying serious, unable to ignore the fragility of the young girl, and as her body trembled, he did not understand why, but that girl worried him, even though she was no one to him.

But a strange instinct, which he had not felt before, told him that she needed to be taken care of and he was about to step forward, to insist and take her to a hospital, even if it was by force, when a shrill voice caught everyone's attention.

"Max!" What are you up to?! We're going to be late! Emily shouted as she got out of the back seat of the car. Noticing the young girl standing in front of the car and how the people around her were looking at them, she blushed with indignation and walked towards her brother. "What are you doing talking to this riffraff?" Don't you see that she's just a homeless woman, a street woman? And you here, talking to her? What a shame! She muttered under her breath, although the driver and Isabella heard her very well.

"I think we ran over her..." Maximo growled.

"And what is that?" I see her very well..." Emily looked Isabella up and down, contemptuously.

"It's whole, isn't it?" And I don't see any blood, I'm sure she was already dirty, UFF, how disgusting! Just give him some money and that's it, let's go... If we don't arrive on time, Dad will kill us. She turned and walked back to her seat.

Maximo rolled his eyes in disgust, his sister could be very dramatic, but he also remembered his father's words and threats, which made his temper reawaken.

It was true, he had an important trip to make, and he could not continue wasting time with a stranger who, apparently, was fine.

So, without further ado, he simply took his wallet out of a pocket and extracted a good amount of money from inside, which he offered to Isabella.