Married to the Mafia Boss

Dominic

I can hear her sobbing in the shower, and it stirs something that I long thought was dead. Feelings deep inside of me that I had buried a long time ago with my conscious. I want to comfort her. I want to wipe her tears away and make her feel better.

I don’t feel bad about killing Carmila. I know what she did. She admitted it. But I wish it could have been different. I wish Carmila had been different, and we had avoided the whole situation.

I need to find a burner cell and contact Alessandro about what’s happened and who is involved. I need to let him know everything. Bruno is going to pay for this.

I also need concrete evidence that Carmila was involved. I feel like I should at least justify myself to Sofia. A part of me doesn’t want her to hate me.

I shouldn’t feel this way; it makes me soft, and soft is not something you can afford to be in my line of work.

She comes out of the shower and doesn’t say anything to me as she climbs into bed. I try not to watch her. I try to focus on the ceiling above me. I try to think about what the next step is in my plan of action.

I doze off, my mind constantly trailing back to the idea of Sofia naked in the shower.

When I wake up, it’s early, and I look over to where Sofia is snoring softly. She looks like an angel when she is asleep. The anger and worry are gone from her face. I look at the time on the clock on the wall and sigh. We need to get going.

There’s a safe house not far from here. We can probably walk. I stifle a groan as I sit up, the pain shooting through my body. I run my hand through my hair and go to the bathroom to relieve myself. I step into the shower. The hot water soothes my aching body but stings the open cuts.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

When I’m done, I dry off, get dressed, and then shake Sofia gently. “Princess, hey, Princess, wake up.”

Sofia’s eyes flutter open, and she looks around, confused. “What time is it?”

“It’s eight, but we need to get moving. Get up.” I say, stepping away from her bed and sitting on mine.

I wait for her to get cleaned up and dressed before I stand up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I ache everywhere, but I’m careful not to let her hear me wince.

I take out my wallet and check the contents, not much money left after booking this room. I’m surprised they didn’t take it off me, but then, they hadn’t expected me to leave alive.

We check out, and I lead Sofia down the road. “Are we walking there?” she asks.

“It’s a couple of blocks. We won’t die,” I say. I keep looking around to check that no one is following us.

I don’t know. Maybe now that I’m awake, I remember how irritating she is. But a part of me still wants to protect her, not just because it’s my job but because I feel something for her. I frown at my thoughts.

After a few blocks, she starts complaining, “Can we at least get something to eat? I’m so tired. At least get us some water!”

I sigh and stop. “Relax, we’re almost there.”

“Are we going to spend the night there?” she asks.

“I’m going to contact my brother and see what the plan is and let him know about Bruno,” I explain. “And ask him to confirm how Carmila was involved.”

I shouldn’t have said anything. The minute I mention her friend’s name, Sofia gets a stony expression and shakes her head. “Just let it go. Let the poor woman rest in peace.”

“It’s you I’m worried about,” I say without thinking. There’s an awkward pause before I speak. “Come on. It’s about four blocks away.”

We walk in silence until we reach the house. A keypad is next to the gate, and I punch in my code so the gates open. I lead her inside, punching the code into the keypad by the front door as well. As we walk in, the lights turn on to reveal a well-stocked house.

“Where’s the kitchen? I need water.” She looks around, and I point down the hallway. “Wait there for me. I’ll come to tell you the plan shortly.”

She leaves, and I go to the study, where I get a burner cell and dial Alessandro’s number. “Yes?”

“It’s me,” I say. “I ran into some trouble.”

“Are you both okay?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“A bit bruised but okay,” I admit. “The assholes got what they deserved for it. We’re at a safe house. I won’t say which one over the phone, but there are some things you need to know.”

“Tell me,” my brother says.

“Bruno, Facuno’s second in command, is the traitor. He planted a tracking device on Sofia before she was taken. It was a hair clip. Also, a girl, Carmila, was somehow involved, and I need you to find out how she is connected to all this.”

“Wait, a girl called Carmila was shot recently. Was that you?” he asks.

“Yes, but I need proof that she was connected.”

There’s a moment’s silence. “Why? She’s dead.” Alessandro sounds hesitant.

I frown. “Just consider it a personal favor to me.”

“I’ll keep an eye on Facuno’s second in command, but it’s perhaps for the best if you tell him in person.”

“When should I come back?” I ask. “Is it safe?”

“I don’t think it’ll ever be safe, but give it another day or two and then call Facuno and arrange to meet,” Alessandro says. “We will need a plan of action now that we’ve managed to piss off Jose Catalan twice.”

I sigh quietly and nod. “Okay, we’re going to get out of here for now. I’ll be in contact later today.”

Alessandro hangs up, and I get supplies. I pack a bag with weapons, money, and some burner cells before going to the kitchen. Sofia has made herself a bowl of cereal and is eating it on the counter.

“This house is so quiet, and I still didn’t hear you coming,” she comments, spooning another mouthful to her face.

I pour myself some cereal and add milk. The milk is room temperature long-life box milk, but it’ll do. I start to eat. “We’re going to stay in Central Park tonight, a bit closer to home. I’m going to see about getting you back to your father soon.”

“Thank God,” she says after she swallows her food, not bothering to hide her bitterness.

I know if I can just show her Carmila was involved, she might change her mind, but I’m still a killer. That won’t change. Do I really want to drag her into my life?

Alessandro found a Mafia princess, and so did Frankie, but they’re different. They don’t kill. Instead, they order me to kill. It will never bother me because it’s just what is done, but it would bother her. It would bother Sofia.

I eat in silence, and once we’re done, I say, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I lead her out through the back to a Jeep and grab the keys from the locked keypad box outside. We both climb in, and I start the car.