Capítulo 28: Another Dragon Tattoo

'Oh oh…' He seemed to notice what I did to the old man… So I give him an assuring wink and a smirk which causes him to just exhale his frustrations without a choice.

Don Philippe asked for Mr. Markian, his secretary, to change places with him since Markian was standing beside me and the Old man was at the center of Mr. David and Mr. Markian. This old man is really finding a way to get closer to me.

So we continued talking...Then as time went by, I observed that Don Philippe would always face my direction and talk to me, even though the other guys including Scott were still there standing beside us.

Everyone in the circle, well except for Scott, as we all know he is a man with few words. He looks really bored and frustrated. The two guys are clearly enjoying how Don Philippe is acting as they talk about their businesses and future plans but they seem to be not paying attention at all.

I was silently hoping that the auction would start now, as I'm slowly getting bored and pissed… Even if I knew a thing or two about business, I just don't like being around these people… especially that they are men, I'm a hundred percent man hater.

I wanted to finish this mission so badly and wanna lay on the bed and have a peaceful sleep. I was distracted with my own thoughts as the host tested the microphone before they started to talk.

"Buonasera signore e signori...Good evening ladies and gentlemen! " Emma and the other host greeted everyone in the ballroom in unison. They sound very energetic.as they flashed a welcoming smile to everyone.

"I request everyone who wishes to participate in the auction, to go back to your respective tables as we are about to start the bidding of each item." Emma's high-pitched voice echoed all over the place.

The guests started to walk their way back to their tables. I even saw Lorenzo not far away from our direction walking into the center.

So I started to take a step forward as I have decided to go back to our table also but a rough hand stopped me as it held into my arms.

I turned around to see who dared to hold my arms… I know it wasn't Scott. But when my eyes finally landed on the owner of the rough hand, I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes to calm myself…

It was Don Philippe, acting cute... weirdo. Oh My God! What is wrong with this codger! I can't believe an old man like him, an ex Mafia member, will have the audacity to act that way...So gross!

"Yes... Don Philippe?" I faked a sweet smile.

"You can sit at my table, Ms. Fuentes. I have already asked permission from your boss so you don't have anything to worry about." He reassured as he winked proudly of himself. Yuck!

After hearing the old man, I turned my gaze into the other side of me where Scott was standing just a few minutes ago.

My eyes widened in surprise as I didn't see any signs of Scott Alfonzo in here. 'Really, Scott?' I whispered.

"Relax, baby girl." I jolted upon hearing the sound of Scott's voice just by the hole in my ears. I completely forgot that the three of us had transparent earpieces for us to communicate whenever needed.

"Hang in there, just for a few minutes. I have to move now. Just do your thing and let him turn on his phone, okay?" He said panting from the other line. "Answer me, Faith. Just nod, I can see you from here." He said firmly.

I quickly moved my head up and looked around but I wasn't able to see him anywhere, so I decided to just move my head upside down lightly.

"Good. Be careful with that old man." And then the line was silent.

"Miss Fuentes… Miss Fuentes!" Don Philippe shouted behind me as he called my name.

"I'm sorry, Don Philippe. I've been pretty occupied lately… I kind of miss home." I acted sad as I turned to face him.

"No, no, no, Honey. Don't be sorry. Let's go to my table first and we will talk."

As the crowd has been busy and loud because of the cheering, claps and guests bidding for a higher amount than the first one.

Don Philippe and I were just talking. I made up a story about my life as he listened very intently at me, his hands were giving me light pinches on my arms and sometimes on my waist.

"What about you, Don Philippe. Do you have children? Where is your wife?" I asked him.

"I have two sons and an only daughter. Their mom died in a car accident many years ago." He said calmly but his expressions were very serious.

"Are they here? I want to see them." I said cheerfully as I clanged in his right arms.

But I didn't realize, I unintentionally pulled his sleeve down which made me see clearly the skin of his wrinkled neck.

My jaw clenched and gritted my teeth with that sight...I saw a very familiar tattoo on his neck. I glared and focused at Don Philippe's tattoo on his neck...and then sudden flashbacks came out of my mind.

The old man has the same tattoo as my sister's killer and Scott's enemy, Pablo...The only difference is that Don Philippe's dragon tattoo is bigger and its head was golden orange. While Pablo's and my sister's killer were all green green dragons.

Puzzled and disoriented, "I see you have a cool dragon tattoo, Don Philippe." I said it as if I was amazed by it.

"Oh honey, I have a lot cooler tattoos than that." He winked at me. "So… my children aren't here, they're in spain right now but I have their pictures." He added, clearly changing the topic.

And then an idea hit me… This could be perfect timing, I finally have a reason to make him open his phone.

I knew for a fact that Scott's men were only waiting for it somewhere… and I knew that Scott could not enter Don Philippe's room without getting the passcode so I had to move quickly.

"Really? May I see it?" I said in a flirty tone of voice.

I saw Don Philippe's eyes lit up, thinking that he finally caught my interest. It was after a few seconds that he hesitated to show me his phone…

"Please...Please...please." I nagged him and hold into his arms until finally, he gave in.

"Alright! Alright! Hahaha" A roué as they are, you could tell their weakness very easily.

I smirked, I can't believe how easy it is to seduce and deceive him with my simple gestures...or is it my beauty? I smirked again at my own vaunting.

He then took his phone from his chest pocket slowly and turned it on.

"Great job, Love!" I heard Scott speak joyously out of nowhere in my earpiece. Then he ordered his men, the hackers, "Now boys, make it quick!"

"Now we are an item closer to our very unique item which is the highlight of this event...are you guys excited!?'' Emma shouted cheerfully at the stage.

My heart started to beat twice as much as its usual beating. The plan was to finish everything before the auction ends.

As Don Philippe showed me the photos of his children from his phone screen, I noticed that his only daughter is still a child.

"Don Philippe...Your daughter is very pretty, how old is she?" I started a conversation.

"I know right, blame it on my undeniably beautiful genes haha...She's ten years old." He laughed as he bragged.

I wanted to kick his ass due to being so vain about his genes, when in fact he doesn't look attractive to me. His lips were big, somewhat swollen, he's got gray mustache hair maybe due to his age and his eyes are completely dark and devilish.

I smiled at him in return, "She is so lovely, what is her name? What about you sons?" I noticed that he didn't show me the pictures of his two sons and only showed me different photos of her daughter.

He coughed lightly as he tried to avert my last question, "Her name is Ofelia...she is like my sunshine." You could see in his eyes that he adored and loved his daughter so much.

As he scrolled down to the next photo, Ofelia, her daughter was sitting on the lap of a beautiful woman who looked exactly like Ofelia.

She must be the mother, I've noticed the sudden change of Don Philippe's expression as I saw sorrow in his eyes.

I was awed to witness this, I thought of the Mafia as dogs, merciless, couldn't feel pain and didn't care about anyone.

"And now...let me introduce to you our last item!" The guy who hosted the auction together with Emma shouted as the guests clapped their hands and shouted with excitement together with the host on the stage.