Chapter 23: Welcome Home.
From the snooze, Joseph quickly fell into a deep sleep, and even though it was in a car, for him that seat was like a king size bed and felt like he was sleeping in the clouds and of course, he felt like that because, well, in the cell he slept on the ground, didn’t even have a bed or something he could have at least used to be in some kinda comfort. But now he was so comfortable that Pablo didn’t even want to wake him up as they went through the first security gate of the neighborhood where the house was.
Like he too understood that this day was crazy, and ten years in there deserved a good sleep, and well, Joseph sounded like a straight piped V12, which just meant more that he was having a good sleep, but he needed to be up.
"Joseph..." Pablo said as he poked his shoulder, but nothing, he just snored even louder, and to be true, it was a funny scene.
A much older, half blind man who was once a deadly special forces member was now poking Joseph like he was a king or more like a fragile child.
"Boss..." He poked him again, now a little harder, and rather than on his shoulder, he poked him straight into his rib cage and well, it worked.
Joseph opened his eyes like he was never even asleep, like he was just relaxing, and stared straight at Pablo.
"We are here..." He said as the car came to the second security stop.
"Here...?" He asked as he turned to the other side, to the window, and noticed that they weren’t near what he expected.
He thought when Pablo said "home," he referred to the old family house, the house of the Cassians, that big ass mansion that had more than fifteen rooms and even a bowling room with an indoor pool. But as he looked out of the window, it wasn’t that, at least he remembered some of the landscape, and what he was seeing wasn’t that.