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“I’m worried about Matteo, and everything in me is saying something’s wrong, but I’m trying to rationalize it.”
“Why are you worried?”
“Because he’s been gone for hours now, and he’s normally not.”
“You sound like you care,” she says, eerily similar to what Dario just said to me. “I remember how much you despised him, and now you’re worried for him.”
“Yes, I care!” I snap, surprising myself.
I can tell I’ve also surprised Serafina by her tone when she replies, “Ok, sorry. Jeez. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
I rub my hand across my face. “No, sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. It’s just … yes, I do care for Matteo. I never thought I would, and yet, here I am. Calling everyone to make sure I’m not losing my mind in fear for him.”
“So, why did you call me? For advice?”
“I’m asking if I’m crazy or if my feelings are valid.”
“Well, if I thought my man was in danger, I’d run off to find him. You know me.”
“I do, and I know you also don’t always think before you act. I always think before I act.”
“And that’s why you called me. You’re worried for Matteo. Do you know where he is?”
“To his meeting house.”
“Ok, then you know where to go.”
“But I can’t just go there.”
“Why not? Adelina, if you’re so worried for him that you’re callingmefor advice, then you’re just looking for an excuse to go after him. You know where he is, so go there. See what’s taking him so long. Problem solved.”
“The issue is the last time I was there, I … didn’t have the best experience with some of his men.”
“So? If you’re worried about your man, you find him. Simple as that. If you actually care for Matteo as you claim, then go after him. Nothing else to say.”
I realize she’s right. I need to listen to my gut.
“Thanks,” I breathe out. “I’ve got to go.”
“You’re welcome,” she barely manages to get out before I hang up.
I can’t wait another hour for Dario to be done with work. I have the time now, and I can go to Matteo myself and see whatthe hold-up is. I’m his wife. If any of his men try to disrespect me again, I’ll put them in line. I’m a biker’s wife, after all.
The only problem is, I have no way of getting there. I’ll have to take the underground line, which I’ve never used before. I grew up sheltered because of Dario. I haven’t had the chance to use much of the city.
Well, I better get walking since I need to get to Matteo as soon as possible.
I hurry out of the house and walk to the nearest metro station, which only takes a few minutes. I pay for my card and get to the station to wait for the next train car. I feel out of place in my frilly dress and heels, but when I look around, no one else is even looking at me. Everyone has their eyes glued to their phones. It’s strange, having grown up in this city yet never actually experiencing it.
Finally, the train car arrives, and I hurry on. I vaguely remember where Matteo’s clubhouse is located, so I keep my eyes and ears peeled for the location of the next few stops. It doesn’t take long until we stop at a station that sounds close enough to his clubhouse location. I hurry out of the train car and go above ground, searing for a familiar landmark.
Then I spot one. I remember the seedy-looking motel across the street from me. I walk as fast as I can until I turn a corner, and there it is.
Matteo’s meeting house.
Smoke is rising into the air. I don’t hear the sound of sirens, though. Why has no one called for help if there’s a fire?
I run into the courtyard, and what I see terrifies me.
