Chapter 1
"Jenny." He moans out my name.
"I'm right here, Malcolm. What do you need?" I ask knowing this was his last chance. -
"In my desk, top drawer." He swallows. "A flashdrive, my secret Will. My lawyer has a copy."
"It will be read Malcolm. I swear on my life.” I promise him as I grip his hand tightly.
"Be there." Was his last demand before his hand went limp in mine and all his facial muscles relaxed - dead.
I kiss him one last time on his forehead before covering him with a crisp clean white sheet and close the door behind me.
I make a beeline for his office desk and get his flashdrive and hide it in my pocket and closing his door behind me.
I had been with Malcolm since I was fifteen years old, when he adopted me. Unlike his life, adopting me was the only legal thing he had ever done in his entire life, besides be born of course. He was the Mafia Leader of the Italian Mafia. And now his line had ended with him when his only son died in a shoot out.
But Malcolm had a good life, with people who truly did love him and want to be in his life. Myself included. He was my dad and best friend.
"Is he gone?" His wife, Hannah, asks as she sips on a glass of her favorite wine.
"I'm so sorry." I reply making her sigh deeply.
“What do I do now Jennifer?” Hannah was his third wife, they married after I was long in the picture and we never really had the chance to bond. But they truly loved each other.
"Now." I get a second bottle of her wine out and open it for her. "You find a bedroom, or go to Malcolm, and mourn. Mourn all day and all night. When you are ready we will start with funeral arrangements and the will reading.”
Neither of us had much of an appetite to eat so I sat in my room drinking myself drunk while mourning the loss of my father.
