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She nodded, tears streaming down her face.
"Laura, I got a call from my ex, Christine," I said, touching her knee reassuringly. I felt her body tense. "She told me she had overheard her husband and James talking about arranging a first task for me as a Mafia, but the plan was for it to be fatal."
Laura gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in shock. I could see the fear and panic in her eyes.
"I know it's a lot to take in. What you did for me yesterday… You not only saved me from entering that type of life, but you also saved my life," I said, trying to remain calm.
"But we have to be extra careful now,” I continued, “We can't take any chances. I feel like he's watching me and my family, and that's why I sent Amanda somewhere safe."
"So, what do we do now?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I have no idea."
We stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. It did make me feel a little better to tell someone, though, to look for solutions together.
We finally went downstairs for breakfast. Laura's demeanor had completely changed after our conversation. I wished I had a way to comfort her, to make her stop blaming herself and worrying about me.
"Should I call James and beg him to stop? I'm really good at begging. I will give him whatever he wants, Anthony. I mean, you overheard a death threat. This means that one way or another he wants to annihilate you from the world. That’s just sickening," she cried and I stared at her.
"Do you really think that's what he wants? Babe, there's a high possibility that even if you do everything he asks of you, he will still want me out of the way," I said sternly. "Now, eat something. You will need your strength."
And I needed to be strong as well and come up with a rational plan.
As we walked back to the room, Laura seemed to be in a rush. It felt like she was on a mission. When we got into the room, she ran to pick up her phone.
She dialed a number, and I heard someone answer on the other end.
"Tank, it's Laura," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I need your help. James is still after me, and this time the threat is real." She proceeded to narrate the whole story to him.
I sat back, watching Laura take care of the situation. But one thing about this bothered me. Tank was one of James' men.
I watched as Laura's fingers flew across the cell phone screen, her eyes darting back and forth as she listened to Tank speaking on the other end.
"Well, can you hire some guys discreetly?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She then texted our latest location and home addresses to Tank.
Laura hung up the phone and turned to face me.
"You shouldn't be working without protection anymore. The boys will help," she said, her voice laced with determination. But I could see the fear in her eyes.
"That was Tank? The same Tank that reports to James?" I said.
"Yes, Anthony. We can trust him. But we need to head back soon," Laura said as she took a seat near me on the couch.
I knew that we had to be extra careful from now on. James wasn't going to let this go. But I also knew that I had to trust Laura.
As we made our way back to the city, I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. Uncertainty awaited us, and it was hard to say what would happen next. But at least now we knew who we were up against. We knew our enemies, and we could work out how to deal with them.
When we arrived at the meetup point, Tank was already waiting for us. He led us to a secluded location where we were introduced to the guys who would now serve as our private bodyguards. They were tough-looking men with bulging muscles and stern expressions.
I had never had any direct interaction with Tank before, except for a few greetings here and there when I saw him around the mansion garage. I had always perceived him as one of those empty-headed followers of the boss. But now, to say that he was a helper would be an understatement.
As I shook his giant hand, I was surprised by how warm it was. He spoke too calmly for a mobster, and his demeanor was more like that of a friend than an enemy.
"Anthony, I heard from Laura that your situation is kinda messed up," he said, his voice low and steady. "But, don’t worry, you’ll beat it. James is just an unpredictable dickhead sometimes."
I felt some sense of comfort that someone like Tank was with us. It was good to know that we had allies in this fight.
Tank took off, and we watched his car disappear into the distance. We gave it a few minutes before we left as well. We couldn't risk giving our plan away. I drove Laura home and headed back to work. I had to report the details of the trip to my boss.
