He parks the car in front of a restaurant.I raise a brow. "Are you meeting someone here?""I know that you haven't had breakfast. I can't drive you around on an empty stomach. Come on, let's go inside."I don't know what to make of this. My fingers tremble slightly as I open my door and climb out. He's concerned about my well-being? Since when? He's really starting to freak me out. We both enter the restaurant and my mouth waters instantly. It smells like a piece of heaven in here. This place isn't as chic as that bar we went to last time. There's a homey feel to it, like I'm sitting right in my mother's kitchen. From the dark wooden tables to the small metal chairs, everything about it screams rustic, comfort food. There are some framed Polaroids of smiling families. I'm at ease here. A waitress walks over to us and hands us the menu. Everything looks delicious, I don't know what to order. I look up and he appears to be equally as torn as I am. I ask, "Have you been here before?"
We're out of the house at eight AM sharp. Once we're in the car—a brand new Lexus, not the car we drove in yesterday—he says, "I have to meet some guys today. We'll be discussing the grand day." He likes to call it that. I hope he's right. I hope it'll be the day all of our suffering ends. I ask, "Won't Aurelio be there?" "No, he's busy with something else."He stops by a nearby bar and buys coffee and pastries for breakfast. It's all so delicious that I moan as I take a bite. I thought I wouldn't have an appetite after yesterday. I was dead wrong. The drive isn't long. I still have my cup of coffee when we park in front of a hotel. "You're meeting in a public place?" He says, "It isn't a problem. Giotto doesn't have eyes everywhere."The interior looks like every other hotel I've ever been to. Dark wooden reception, red carpeted floor, a small lobby. Enzo turns to me and says, "Wait here. I'll give the guys a call."I nod and he walks away. The lobby is practically empty, so I
Aurelio is in the kitchen preparing dinner when we return. His eyes skim over both of us. He asks Enzo, "How did it go?" He sits on one of the stools under the countertop. "Gustavo was there." Aurelio doesn't comment, but his lips purse in a way that suggests he's displeased with what he heard. I can't help but wonder why. Shouldn't they trust him, considering he's going to help them kill Giotto? I don't understand how they can work side-by-side with someone they don't even trust. He’s turning against his father, and Enzo said so himself that if he wanted to betray them, he would have a long time ago. How far is he going to let things go?I can sense that they're quiet because of me, so I excuse myself. I leave my door open a little, because I'm dying to hear what they'll talk about. I can't stand too close to the door, or Enzo will see me, but I can't hear anything from where I'm standing. I give up and go to the bathroom to take a bath. I blast the hot water. It's so relaxing, s
He gets in Aurelio’s face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you bring her to this place?" "Calm down," Marco pleads. "We've come to help you. You're in their territory, Enzo, and you didn't have any back-up with you.""That was the deal I had with them," he spits. "You had no business coming here and you shouldn't have brought Chiara with you!""What makes you think they'll keep their word?" Aurelio asks. "You're upset that I'm here, when in fact you should be grateful that we've come to your rescue. They're going to kill you."He runs a hand down his face. "You shouldn't have interfered. Just go, get out of here." "I won't leave without you," he declares. In a lower voice, he says, "Without you, killing Giotto will be damn near impossible. I'm not going to let you die in the hands of these rascals!" Behind us, someone asks, "Is there a problem, Enzo?" It's a bulky man with the tattoo of an eagle on his right breast. He ignores him and says to Aurelio, "I can take care
I've never seen Enzo this devastated. He's kneeling beside Marco’s body. He's been in this exact position for ten minutes now. Everyone has gone, both from the de Luca side and ours, it's just the four of us and Marco’s body. They've covered his face with a shirt, but blood is seeping through it. It's a grotesque sight. "You shouldn't have come," Enzo says, finally rising. "I had this under control. I didn't want to put any of you in danger. This never would have happened if you had just minded your business."Aurelio’s response is, "Marco was the one who called me. He was concerned about you, he followed you here. He called me and asked for my help. He wanted to convince you that what you were doing would cost you your life, but instead it cost his."Enzo closes his eyes. I can feel his pain, and I want to go to him and offer him some form of comfort, but I stay rooted to the spot. "You—""You should've been honest with us from the beginning,” Aurelio says firmly. “How would he hav
Aurelio left last night.I know this because the other room is vacant and Enzo is asleep on the couch. I don't know if I should let him rest, or if I should wake him up. It's already past ten, and he's usually up by this hour, but yesterday was a traumatic day, so I decide not to disturb his sleep. How I miss waking up to Aurelio preparing breakfast for me. It just felt so good, being taken care of for once. I've even managed to gain some weight. I start by making coffee and I'm still deciding on what to eat when I hear the front door. Aurelio walks in, his eyes on Enzo who is still asleep on the couch. He looks at me and I gesture at the pan in my hand. "Breakfast?" He shakes his head. "Let me.""I could make it," I suggest, feeling useless already. I know I wanted him to cook, but now that he's here I feel terrible for being such a slob. "You should have a seat, rest."He smiles, but it's small and strained. "If there's one thing in life I learned, it's that if you want something
I found the black dress. I leave my hair as it is and apply absolutely no make-up to my face. I wear a trench coat over the dress and meet Enzo in the kitchen. He's drinking coffee, even though we had breakfast an hour ago, and is in conversation with Aurelio, but as I approach them, they quite down. I don't get offended. I've surpassed that phase. It's almost eleven, so if we don't leave now, we're going to be late. Aurelio seems to be dressed for the occasion, too. I didn't know he was coming, but I'm glad he is. There's less chaos when he's around, I've noticed that. "Time to go," he says, tapping on his empty wrist. Enzo puts the cup down and follows him out. I trail behind them. I realize it was a mistake wearing a dress in this frigid weather, but it's too late to change now. We're already on our way to the cemetery.They're silent the whole ride there, which is depressing and awkward all at once. They were talking back in the kitchen, so why don't they talk now? They could
We've been waiting for Aurelio to show up for an hour now.I'm biting my nails again. I'm so nervous I can barely breathe. If someone told me a month ago that I'd be in this state because of him, I wouldn't have believed. I hated him because he was there that day, because he made my mother choose the impossible, and also because I thought he killed them. He was holding the gun, after all. But he told me he didn't, and judging by the nature of his relationship with my mother, I don't believe he shot them, even though he witnessed it.Now, he's like a friend to me. If something happens to him, I'll be devastated. Enzo is pacing around and clutching his phone. We're waiting for news, any news at this point. An hour feels like an eternity when you're counting every second. So far, no one knows anything about him. They don't know where he is, what he's doing. He drove away to distract those guys, but he should've been back by now. I sincerely hope nothing happens to him.Enzo won't be ab