Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“Pay it off. Next year, too.”, I ordered, as I looked through the folder I was given. “What? Are you sure, Luca?”, Sergio asked credulously. “Yes. She also needs a bodyguard to go with her to her classes”, I instructed him. “Luca-“, he began to protest. “I made her a promise. I intend to keep it”, I interrupted him, getting tired of his antics and protests. “Yes, Boss”, Sergio sighed, finally submitting.
Reading through the folder I was handed, I came across Mara’s medical file. A piece of paper that made my blood boil in an instant. Five hospital visits in the past year for cuts, burns, broken ribs, and a fractured femur? Carl! That motherfucker. Marabella’s words repeated in my head. ‘He’s poison to my mom’, is what she had said. But, he was actually poison for her. Abusing her brutally for God knows how long. It makes me wonder what else he has tried to do to her. Now I wish I hadn’t killed him. He deserved so much worse than death.
“How are you doing the wedding, brother?”, Sergio asked, breaking my train of thought. I looked up from the folder at him, my mind was still trying to process his question. I had to shake my mind clear of my imposing thoughts.
“I’m going to get her a nice dress, and a beautiful ring to match mom and dad’s wedding bands. As for the ceremony, probably right here in the office with you, the boys and ma. It’s probably best.”, I brainstormed out loud.
Sergio arched an eyebrow at me in question. “I’m trying to keep her safe for as long as possible. Especially since she wants to finish college”, I explained. “And for safety purposes are you going to reveal the details about Franky to her?”, Sergio asked, concerned. Now what that concern was for, I was unsure.
“Yes, I am”, I answered confidently. “Keeping her in the dark will only put her in more danger. If she knows about him, she can be better aware of her surroundings.”, I justified. “That could scare her, Luca. Make her super paranoid. Maybe even make her try and run away. Aren’t you worried about those things?”, Sergio asked irritably.
A slow smirk appeared on my lips. “I’m not worried about shit, brother. Go ahead, ask my men about the details of last night. You have my permission”, I waved my hand, dismissively. My confidence about my new bride surpasses even my own expectations. “You seem pretty relaxed about this whole thing, Luca”, he replied, his jaw tightening slightly.
“And you will too, when you’ve done what I told you to. My bride is a fucking Queen. You will see.”, I explained. Sergio stared in shock, his words slipping him.
“How are things on the Franky front?”, I arched an eyebrow, changing the subject slightly. Sergio’s face contorted, showing the seriousness he held for the situation. “Nothing recently. It’s been radio silence. Which can only mean one thing, he’s planning something major.”, Sergio informed me.
“Well, let’s try and find out what that is, yeah? When’s the next export due?”, I asked. “Friday, everything is ready”, Sergio nodded. “Perfect. Make sure security is doubled, just in case.”, I commanded, as I rose from my chair. “Where are you going?”, Sergio asked, arching an eyebrow in surprise.
“To find my beautiful bride, show her around the compound, get to know her better. You know, something better than this”,I replied coolly, as I waved my hand around, gesturing to the situation in the room. Sergio huffed out a breath of frustration, as I surpassed him and left my office.
I headed down to the kitchen where I left Mara with my mom. I found the gorgeous creature standing at the kitchen counter helping mom wash fruit. She was quietly listening to my mom rant and rave about my childhood, and how much of a hand full I was.
I could hear Marabella giggle as I approached her from behind. Zera sat on the opposite side of Mara staring daggers of death at her. Ugh, I can’t fucking stand that woman. I wonder if this will prove a point?
I wrapped my arms around Marabella and hugged her back close to my chest, as I buried my head in her neck. Mara gasped, as she jumped, startled by my actions. “Oh, Luca. You scared me, goodness”, she panted softly, one of her hands flattening against her chest as the other wrapped around my hand on her stomach.
“I’m sorry, amore (love)”, I whispered, planting a slow kiss on her neck, making her head lull, ever so slightly to the side. “Are you ready for your tour, bambina (baby)?”, I uttered, dragging my lips up her neck to her ear gently. Marabella shuttered before looking at my mom. It made me grin, knowing she was silently asking for my mother’s permission to leave her in the kitchen.
“Go ahead, honey. Zera can help me finish up”, my mom said sweetly. “What? I don’t-,” Zera began to protest, “You will help me, Zera”, my mother’s voice held finality.
“Come, bellissima (gorgeous)”, I whispered in Mara’s ear, as I took her hand and led her out of the kitchen and away from the loud argument breaking out between my mother and Zera. Well, more like the whine coming from Zera. “I want to start inside, if that’s okay”, I suggested, a smile tugging on my lips. “Okay”, Marabella chirped happily, as she grabbed my bicep with her free hand.
Marabella’s POV
