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The Ricci family is almost above jurisdiction at this point, not because they are, but because the government wouldn't want a full-blown war in the country. Hacking down on all the members of the Ricci mafia is almost like wiping an entire race off the country. I don't know how Giovanni did it, but he became a shelter to everyone that needed help and was willing to do his bidding.
There are a lot of people that think he was a God sent to America, and it's understandable when you think of the people he had pulled out of poverty, even though it is through perverse means and for corrupted reasons.
I throw tantrums now because I'm set on one of the hardest decisions of my life. Protect her while she goes on this mad hunt, inevitably drawing myself into the life of the mob once again, against my father's dying wish, or just letting her learn the lesson the hard way. A lesson that she might not even survive to learn.
It is tough. Extremely tough, but I made the hardest, most heart-peeling decision of my life to stay away from the matter when I saw on the morning news the American government actually making efforts to look into the case of the Ricci family as brought forth by Angela Braun.
It is an intriguing month of trials and tribulations in the court, and of course, quite as I expected, the case goes nowhere. I tasked Gilbert with the responsibility of making sure no harm came to her, so I always get daily updates on her whereabouts...until one day, when I got a call, she disappeared.
"What do you mean she just vanished?" I roar with indignation as I bolt out of the house and into the fastest, most practical car I own to the location he's giving me. Lamborghini really did well with the Urus.
"She was here. Now she isn't." He says plainly but with no more panic than the one I'm in. "And one more thing you must know, Mr. Russo."
"What!?" I growl, trying to focus on not crashing into anyone.
"I think I'm holding a pregnancy strip in my hands. She doesn't seem to know she dropped it, but...what exactly do two pink lines on the reader mean?"
A lump forms in my throat, and I find it excruciating to swallow. As a big-time former Cassanova, there's no way the interpretation of what he just said would leave my head. As the lump dissipates for me to answer Gilbert's repeated question, a new desire forms within me. The desire to protect or die trying.
"She's pregnant, Gilbert. Patch me up to Tony. He's the only one that can perform the track I need." I end the call immediately and hit the gas to make sure every liter of petrol I burn is worth it.
The next person that rings had better be Tony.
Even better. It's Angela.
"Serafina...Sera, listen to me..." I say before she even says anything, but she cuts me off with one statement that makes my blood run cold.
"They're after me, Ferro. I'm sorry."
I mean, the Mafia has been after her this entire time, but this is different. For her to notice means, they're making the move. An actual move that I know she'll be defenseless against.
"You sent someone to monitor me. I had to shake him off. I can't bear him coming to any harm because of me." She sobs continually, and from the muffled environment, I can tell she's hiding somewhere.
"Tell me where you are, Angela. I'll come and get you right now." I growl. "No one will get you but me. I promise."
"Liberty Hotel, room 172. I'm in the closet. They're in the building."
I heave a sigh of relief while my heart increases its pace at the same time. She probably doesn't know, but liberty hotel is mine...and it's the first building on this turn!
I veer the car to the left and hit the brakes once I get there, just less than a quarter mile away. "Listen, baby; I need you to stay on the phone for me. Can you do that? Stay on the phone, but say nothing. I need to hear the sounds." I huff as I move in the full sprint into the hotel with my Glock on full display, not caring for the hotel guests who scream in horror at the sight or the staff that recognize me in obvious shock.
I get to the room just in time to see three men enter. The rest is history. I need to use not more than three bullets to send them to an early grave. I swing open the closet door to see her tear stricken and panicky, obviously discombobulated by the sounds of the gun, but it doesn't matter.
"You're safe now, Serafina," I mumble as she springs on me. "You're with me."
Chapter Twelve (Angela)
"I don't know how safe it is for us to stay here like this." She chuckles and immediately draws back from him in realization as well. Since he showed up, I have had myself engulfed inside him and refused to let go.
Now, I immediately begin scanning the windows and the door he just came in from, pensively, like I could do anything about it if I saw any armed men with guns.
"Listen, Serafina, we have to go. Now." He pulls me by the waist to guide me across the dead bodies. I count three completely dead men, all from headshot wounds. Trust me. Headshots don't look pretty, and it immediately triggers my nausea.
"Ferro, I don't feel so..." I try to say but end up having to vomit the rest of the words. I don't think I need to say anything after that.
The situation is explained quite vividly.
I force myself to open my eyes when most of the nausea wears off to see them meet his concerned ones. Dark emerald balls that make me melt now express the most protective stance.
