Chapter 75
MATTEO
Thereâs a rage that sizzles through my bones. The same rage that weakens my bones, yet, theyâre as strong. The same rage which weakens my heart, yet, makes it so fierce. The same rage which has sent my mind into an overwhelming sense of disbelief and despair and loathe.
All of those despicable feelings are directed towards one person.
The man whom Iâm storming through the compound into the holding cell to have a chat with.
my footsteps echo across the long hallway, my wifeâs fatherâs laughter begins to echo. He knows I am coming, and he knows why I am coming
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And the sick man somehow finds pleasure in it; in the fact that heâs close to completely ruining my family.
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I should have just severed his tongue when we caught him Bloody disgusting man.
When I enter into his cell and find his teeth on display as he grins widely at me, I charge at him with a grow
My but plummets his face, unending cuss words spilling from my mouth.
âIdiota, slam
âSciocco, slam
âDiavolo, slam
âMalvagio, slam.
âFiglio di pumana,â slam.
â
Marceloâs nose and lips are ruptured, blood oozing out of them, yet he continues to grin at me. He laughs even, making mockery of me.
He found a weakness. Theyâve all taken note of my weaknessâmy wife, and theyâll continuously poke ine there.
Spitting out the blood in his mouth, Marcelo chuckles. âYou call me the Devil, son, but have you forgotten whom you are! What you are! Have you forgotten that you and I were carved out by the same hands?â
I shake my head, expelling heavy breaths. âI am different! I am different from you and that manâ¦I have humanity in me. I am human.â
âWho are you trying to convince! Me or yourself?â
I grit through clenched teeth, my voice thick with rage. âMarcelo!â
He chuckles. âYou think you love her? You think the love you share with that daughter of mine is so strong it can withstand every obstacle! You thinkâ¦
âI donât think!â I roar. âI know! I love her so much, with all of my heart and my soul and everything 1 am and will ever be! And she loves me too!â âAnd yet, those secrets you keep away from one another, that darkness you suppress for her sake, itâll swallow you wholeâyou and your love.â
I snicker underneath my breath. âWe arenât keeping anything away from one another. Mirabella has seen me as I am, and she accepts me and my darkness regardless.â
He raises a brow, tipping his head to the side as though contemplating. âBut have you seen her as she is?â
âWhat is that supposed to meantâ My eyes narrow,
âA little birdie sang a few songs to my ears,â he chortles, his shoulders raising proudly when he finds a look of interest peeking through my eyes. âAnd if I am correct, your wife is rumored to have booked an appointment at a hospital where she intends to evacuate the baby sheâs carrying your baby. And the best part! She intends to undergo a surgical procedure thatâll prevent her from ever falling pregnant right after she has killed your child.
âLiarâ¦â I whisper, my heart shaking with fear and surprise. One question, Is my wife pregnant?
âWhat was it again?â Marcelo taks.
âShut your mouth you bloody liar,â I grit, slapping him hard across the face. His head falls to the side, but it doesnât deter him from taunting me.
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Laughing, he whispers. âAh, Tubal Ligation,â
âShut your mouth!â My voice is raging with anger and desperation and frustration. âYou think I am as gullible as your daughter? That your words and schemes to pull us away from each other will work on me?â
Marcelo breathes out a sigh and kisses his tongue. âTall the hospital
âTake your phone out and call the ho
hospital for confirmationâ
I step back and stare at the bleeding man for seconds, my heart pounding against my ribcage, blood pumping so loud it sounds like thereâs a party
in my ears.
I shouldnât be egging him on, but I find my hand involuntarily disappearing into my pocket and reappearing with my mobile phone.
Somehow, o even without being told, I guess correctly the clinic Mirabella would go to for something like this.
One the fifth ring, the phone beeps, indicating that call has been answered. Whatever that delightful voice that greets me with a, âhello, wishes to say. I donât wait to hear it before speaking. Tm calling as the legal guardian of one Mrs. Mirabella Denaro. She scheduled an evacuation appointment with you and we have the date mixed up. Could you please confirm the name and date for me!â
âOh, thatâs not a problem, sir.â The person on the line says, her voice still as polite and friendly. âThere it is. The procedure will be done in two days. so sheâs expected to report to the clinic earliest on the day after tomorrow!
I smile. âThank you for your time.â
Before Marcelo is able to open his mouth and gloat over this, I storm out of the holding cell.
Oh. Mirabella, youâre so fucked.
Iâm standing in our living room, my heart racing with anger and frustration. My wife, my beautiful wife, is standing across from me, her eyes flashing with defiance.
âYou know, you had me fooled for a second. Playing your rule as a good wife so perfectly that I allowed myself believe in usâ I say, my voice rising with anger.
My wifeâs expression remains stoic, âwhat now, Matteo. I really do not have the time for your nagging.
A humorless chuckle elicits in my throat, a muscle feathering in my jaw. âYou made the decision to get rid of my child without thinking to talk to me about it first
Surprise flashes her eyes, her mouth pulling open. She searches for words but they fail her. Her confusion and fear confirms my greatest fear.
âYou didnât⦠I breathe as I stumble on my feet.
Mirabellaâs head shakes as she steps forward, sorting to hold my hand. I pull away from her. Tean explain.â She whispers.
âI donât care for your explanationâ I ululate. âWhat I need is for you to call that hospital and cancel whatever plans youâve made with them.â She glares at me from underneath her lashes, her head slightly shaking in dehance. âThat is not happening.â
âYou want to go there?â I scoff, âwould you like me to show you what I am capable of? Perhaps a reminder will do.â
âIf anything happens to that child growing inside of you, Mirabella, you will be introduced to the side of me you never thought existed.â âYouâre being unreasonable,â she says, her voice low and even. âWe are already doing such a shitty job with the kids we have, Matteo, and I do not see a need for another one. You know our life doesnât allow for it.â
âAllow for itâ I repeat, my voice rising. âWeâre talking about our family, about bringing a new life into this household. And youâre telling me that our life in the mafia doesnât allow for it? Didnât we make a conscious decision not to allow this business of ours get in the way of our family?â
She crosses her arms, her expression unyielding. âYou know itâs not safe. And we do not have the mental capacity to bring another child into the picture. You know the risks we take every day. I canât bring another child into this world, not now, not ever. If youâre so desperate for another child, then by all means go be with the one you had with your mistress,â
âI did not touch Helen let alone have a child with her, per favore!â I feel a surge of anger, of resentment âDo not even attempt using that fucking lie
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as an excuse to dictate what we can and canât do? You donât have the right to make this decision for both of us?â
My wife takes a step back, her eyes narrowing. Tim making this decision for myself. And for our potential child. With everything going on with the business now, I donât think itâs right to bring another child into the picture and risk putting them in harmâs way.â
I shake my head, feeling a sense of disbelief. This is about your crime organization, isnât it? Youâre doing this because you need the freedom to run your fastâgrowing organization. Youâre really willing to give up on our family, on our future for money and power?â
She nods, her jaw set. âTam. And you need to accept
I feel a wave of intense anger wash over me. How can she be so selfish? How can she choose those insignificant things over the family we could have!
But as I look into her eyes, I see the fear and uncertainty there. And I realize that this isnât just about her, itâs about us. Itâs about our life in the mafia, and the dangers that come with it
âMirabella,â I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. âWeâll figure something out,â I say, my voice sofier now. âWeâll find a way to make this
work.
But she
shakes her head, her expression unyielding. There is no way, And I wonât change my mind.
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