Battaglia Mafia: La Famiglia Part 40

There was so much pain she feared for her life. The lower half of her body felt as if it were twisted into a pretzel knot. Mira opened her eyes. Beyond the blur of tears shadows hovered. Men? She heard voices. She was being pushed. No. She was being wheeled fast down a hall. Fast.

Mira closed her eyes. "Giovanni," she wept. None of it made sense to her heart. He was her soul mate. No matter what flaws she saw in him she believed in him. Swore her life to their family and their love. Until now that faith had been unshakeable.

Who was he now?

The doors swung open with a loud swoosh. Mira was lifted by the aid of the sheets beneath her. She felt people transfer her to another bed. She could feel the blood sticky between her thighs. And worse of all she didn't feel her babies any more.

"Something's wrong!" she cried out.

A nurse cut her clothes and underwear from her body. In her heart she knew that the worst had happened. There was no more shouting between the doctors. Those with her had a controlled patience in their tone.

"Help me please! Something's wrong. I can't feel my babies!" Mira said.

"Signora, relax. We have you." A person replied before a plastic mask covered her nose and mouth. Mira's lids fluttered she blinked twice into a blinding light and then slipped into darkness.

"Giovanni... what have we done?" she whimpered and fell silent.

* B *

Giovanni brought both of his hands to his face oblivious of the blood on them. One day his life was what he knew it to be. The next everything he'd done to protect his family collapsed.

"Bella, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," he cradled her in his arms. Renaldo drove dangerously fast around mountainous curves on the two lane highway. He prayed for speed. He prayed for her forgiveness. And he most importantly prayed for her life and the life of his sons.

"Gino and Gianni," she said, to him. The tears had stopped. She moaned in pain but said very little about his betrayal. She clung to him as his wife, deeply in need of rescue.

"I don't understand," Giovanni asked. He brought his ear close to her mouth. "What did you say?"

Mira opened her eyes. She looked at him with a glazed look of despair. "I want you to name them Gino and Gianni. Promise me."

"You are going to be okay, Bella. We will name them together. Soon." Giovanni smiled and blinked away his tears.

"Promise me!" she said in a stern voice.

"I promise. I will name them Gino and Gianni."

She closed her eyes and relaxed. He kept kissing her face and she managed a smile. That smile strengthened him. The guilt over her suffering became too much for him to bear. "I confess, Bella. I kept the secret. Not because I wanted to harm you. I did it to protect you, us, our family. I failed you. I will make it up to you I swear." He cradled her in his arms.

Mira began to sob again.

"Faster, Renaldo! Drive faster!" he shouted.

"Boss?" Renaldo said.

Giovanni's face lifted from his palms. Renaldo stepped back. Something in his eyes made the fearless enforcer keep his distance. It scared Giovanni as well. Was it the madness that Flavio told him was his father's curse? He'd suffered some really hard losses; his mother's death being the worse before he knew Mira. This was something far different from the others. He had no defense to hide his weakness.

Giovanni lowered his gaze to the floor to conceal his despair. In his life weakness, even seen before the most loyal of soldiers, was a costly mistake.

"The doctors say they will come for you soon, Boss," Renaldo said.

Giovanni mumbled a thanks for the update. He replayed the events of the day. Mira woke up happy. The doctor came and said she was to stay in the bed. The next thing he knew Mira was in his office hysterical with Marietta.

The recollection rocked him. He sat upright. Marietta? Mira had the necklace and bracelet. Mira knew the truth of his deception because her sister told her. His gaze lifted to Renaldo. "Where is Lorenzo's wife?"

"I'm not sure. I believe Villa Mare Blu."

Who told Marietta the truth? The women were kept guarded at all times. He owned the truth. He was the dispenser of justice or injustice. And some snake had slithered past him. Yes Marietta was at fault. So was Lorenzo for bringing her to Sicilia. There was, however, another player.

"Mancini." Giovanni pounded his fist into his palm. Somehow Mancini had gotten inside his camp. And the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d had gotten to his wife. "I want you to find a phone. Call Dominic and tell him to return. Make sure he knows that I need him here now."

Renaldo nodded and walked off. If she died, if he lost his children, he'd put a bullet in Mancini himself. He'd burn everything in Palermo to the ground.

The doctor approached from the left and at first Giovanni didn't see or hear him. "We must speak, signor. Please come with me." Dr. Buhari said as he pa.s.sed. Giovanni was up to his feet and following. They went through doors to another hall and then down to a waiting room that was conveniently empty.

"What is going on with my wife? Is she okay?"

"No she isn't. She's got preeclampsia," the doctor said.

Giovanni refused to believe the news. "She's fine. She stopped crying when we got here. She said the pain had eased up. Give her something to calm her and-"

"I'm sorry, signor. We are past that option now. We have to take the babies, to save their lives and hers. Your wife's organs are shutting down. And her blood pressure is giving us the most concern."

"Okay?" Giovanni said. He wiped both hands down his face. "Okay. Let's do it. Get the f.u.c.k back in there and do whatever it takes!"

"Let me finish." The doctor put up both hands that were trembling with nervousness. A nurse walked in with hospital garments for him to change into. "You have ten minutes. You need to get changed into those," Dr. Buhari said. "Baby A's head is crowning. If he's too far down the birth ca.n.a.l we have to deliver v.a.g.i.n.ally. The ultrasound shows that Baby B hasn't turned fully. We will ma.s.sage her belly some more after the delivery of Baby A. We had to sedate her. To relax her, we needed to do this."

"How can you deliver the babies if she is sedated, naturally?" Giovanni frowned.

"We can do it." The doctor rea.s.sured him.

Giovanni grabbed the doctor by the throat. His sudden act of violence caught him and the doctor by surprise. But he felt trapped by his fears and the glaring reality of his wife's plight. He couldn't stop himself. "You save them both you motherf.u.c.ker. Do you f.u.c.king hear me?" The man gripped Giovanni's wrist in fright. Giovanni tightened his hold on his throat. "You save my sons and my wife or I swear to G.o.d I will come for you!"

"Of course, of course. I will." The doctor wheezed.

Giovanni threw the doctor aside and began to change. He kept his gaze trained on the man as he left the room. He shouldn't have attacked him. He shouldn't have put fear in the man who was the only one capable to save his family. But everything he did and said was primal now. Without Dominic and Mira to reign him in he could barely get control of his rage.

"Signor, they are ready?" the nurse stuck her head inside.

He pulled on the hospital jacket and belted it. Giovanni was then ushered inside. He paused. Not much of her face was seen. A breathing mask covered the lower half of her mouth. A bonnet covered her hair. With legs stiff as boards he approached Mira. She looked as if she were sleeping. He found her hand and caressed the top of it. The doctors talked in hurried voices. He knew the urgency. He understood the risk. But he focused on how much he loved her and the babies. It was love that kept him standing.

"Signor?" the doctor said.

His gaze lifted in time to see the first of his boys pulled from between his wife's legs. Apparently they had to take the baby naturally. Giovanni left her side to be witness to the tiniest living human being he'd ever seen. The baby made no noise. The cord was cut and the little one was hurried away.

"Is he-e-e-e okay?" Giovanni stammered.

The doctors began to work frantically. When Giovanni glanced over he saw Bella had been cut surgically. With clamps opening the incision the doctor removed a b.l.o.o.d.y baby who did let out a startled cry. So small and fragile was he that Giovanni could barely speak. He'd seen a lot in his life including the death of his own father. But nothing made him weak with humility the way the sight of his boys entering the world did.

The specialist that shadowed the doctor left his side and Buhari glanced up to Giovanni. In his eyes he recognized the truth. Something was wrong.

"She's hemorrhaging," he heard the doctor say. "We will try to save her uterus. But I make no promises. The damage is..."

"Save her first. That is your priority," Giovanni said. He'd give up the future of any other kids to have his wife.

The nurse touched his hand. "Signor, you must go with the boys. Go, let the doctors help her."

He was torn as to what to do. He glanced back and saw the babies pushed out in separate clear boxes. He didn't want to leave Mira. With her in the state she was in. But he had to see his sons. The choice split him in half. The nurse helped him decide by gently pushing him out the door. They weren't taken far. He walked into the next room to seem them both being tubed. He could see their little feet and hands move. He stood at a respectable s.p.a.ce.

"Their names?" the nurse asked.

"He is Gianni, and the one who cried. He... he's Gino," Giovanni said. The nurse patted his back.

"Congratulazioni, they're beautiful," she said.

Giovanni pulled down his mask from his mouth. "They are."

Carini was a very old village with buildings made of stone architecture and tall cathedral doors that dated as far back as to Spanish occupation. Carlo drove through the village square. He decided to continue his search along the narrowed single-lane alleys that led in, around, and out of the heart of the city in search of Leonardo's car.

Leonardo drove a black two-seater with a red stripe that went from the boot over the roof and down the front hood of the car. It would be hard to miss. And though he was thorough in his search he wasn't hopeful that he'd find her. She was probably in Palermo headed for the train or airport to get the f.u.c.k out of Sicily. It's what Carlo would have done if he were a woman running from men like him and Lorenzo.

After a thirty-minute drive through every road open to him he considered abandoning the search. That was until he travelled down via delle Scuole. Parked curbside of a building was Leonardo's car. Carlo braked. He reversed and checked the car out. It was definitely Leonardo's. He swerved into the vacant spot ahead of it. The location felt odd. Where would she go?

Two men full of spirits stumbled from the doors of the pub. They roared with laughter, and slapped each other on the back. They stopped several others and pointed at the bar and encouraged them to go inside. Curious over the excitement Carlo exited his car. He hit the sidewalk walking fast to the pub. And was stunned at what he discovered inside.

On the bar danced a seductive Marietta Battaglia. She turned up a jug of wine and drank it dry before hurling it across the bar nearly hitting a patron. Many of the men laughed and cheered. She rolled her hips and began to pull the short hem of her mini dress up to reveal her beauty for the men. Carlo smiled and enjoyed the show for a moment, before the jeering of the men pushed him to act. The few women in the bar looked on horrified.

Once he approached several of the men recognized him. The ones that didn't got shoved to the ground or thrown out of his way while the wise quickly retreated to avoid him.

"That's enough, sweetheart. Get down!" he shouted at her. When Marietta saw him she started to run. She kicked over customers' drinks and nearly had a fatal slip on the spillage. He lunged for her and caught her by the legs. Marietta could have fought back, but to do so would have sent her sprawling over the bar to the floor. He forced the screaming woman over his shoulder. Her bare a.s.s was up for all to see. Carlo made sure to smack her hard on it to calm her down. Marietta bit hard into his back and he grunted but kept going. Angered from the spanking she screamed like a wild cat and started hitting and bucking to be free of his hold. When he reached the door he saw a man with her thong panty on his head. He glared at the man and the guy quickly handed them over. Without missing a beat he kicked the door to the bar open and stormed out into the street.

People stopped in shock as Marietta cursed and shouted in Italian that she was being kidnapped. She yelled at those watching the scene for someone to call the polizia. Carlo laughed. He patted her bare a.s.s again, unable to deny the opportunity to touch her once more.

"Let me go!" she wept.

He opened the door to the back of the car and put her inside. She scooted away from him but didn't try to flee out of the other door. Something in the way he stared at her must have communicated he was tired of the chase. Carlo threw her panties in after her and closed the door. He got behind the wheel and sped away.

"Leeeeeeeet me oooooooooooout!" she screamed and kicked the back of his seat.

Carlo turned up the radio. Marietta tried to open her car door and he cut the wheel of the car to the left almost throwing her out. His erratic driving forced her to close the door. "You are such an a.s.shole. You're a f.u.c.king perverted a.s.shole! You let me out now!"

"Can't do that, love. Your husband wants you," Carlo reached in the glove compartment and got out his cigarettes. He put one between his lips as he eyed her from the rearview mirror.

"Lorenzo? He's alive?" she asked, wiping at her tears. Relief flooded her heart. She saw Lorenzo on the floor, bleeding. She left him there. Carlo stared at her in the rearview mirror and their eyes met. She wouldn't let the b.a.s.t.a.r.d see her broken. None of them would ever break her. Marietta let go a bitter laugh. "Of course he's alive. You can't kill the devil. No matter what," she said to disguise her hurt.

"What's with the wh.o.r.e show I walked in on? You put every man in that bar at risk. Do you know that? Lorenzo will kill anyone that mentions seeing your lady parts."

"My what? Oh you mean p.u.s.s.y? The one you were staring at?" Marietta tossed back. Carlo laughed. Marietta crossed her arms. "I don't care! Tell him what you saw. I don't give a s.h.i.t about none of you!" she shouted.

"Oh you care. You did that to p.i.s.s him off. Bad move," Carlo chuckled. He cut the wheel again and she was thrown hard into the door. Marietta suffered a strong bought of carsickness. She drank too much wine. But she didn't say another word. She couldn't. She was relieved that Lorenzo wasn't dead. Relieved that he didn't find her in the bar humiliating herself that way. But she remained too disillusioned by her hatred to say thank you to Carlo for saving her from herself.

Carlo glanced up to the rearview mirror again. He couldn't help himself. A woman's tears never got to him. But hers did. He couldn't summon the words to comfort her. But he understood her misplaced rage. And he also remembered a time when he felt his lowest and how she fed and cared for him. He took the country roads to his mother's villa. They arrived in twenty minutes. When he stopped she finally lifted her head and he could see her looking around in a panicked state.

"Don't take me back," she pleaded in a soft voice full or remorse.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I can't. Let me go, please. You said you'd give me money to leave him. To disappear? I'll take it. I'll go away and I'll never come back. Help me," Marietta said.

"I thought you loved him?" Carlo asked.

"If I stay we'll just keep hurting each other," she said.

Carlo got out of the car. Marietta bolted from the door to the other side of the vehicle.

"f.u.c.k!" he grunted and ran her down. She fought him but he got a good hold on her and half carried, half dragged her to his mother's cottage. "You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Get your hands off me!"

"d.a.m.n it, woman! Enough of this bulls.h.i.t!" he shouted as he forced her into his sister's room. She literally tripped over her own feet and fell back on the bed. He reached in his pocket and threw her panties at her that she dropped when she ran out of the car. "I'll page Lo and tell him to collect you."

"You're such a f.u.c.king idiot!" she shouted at him as he walked to the door. He threw up his hand as if to blow the comment off. "You think Lorenzo gives a s.h.i.t about you? Huh? He killed your brother you stupid f.u.c.k."

Carlo paused.

"Che cazzo dici?" he asked.

Marietta glanced around the room. There was nothing to use as a weapon. She was trapped. And from what Lorenzo told her of Carlo to be trapped with him alone would never be a good thing. But she refused to back down. Not even when her mind screamed she should. She flipped off the bed and backed up until there was good distance between them. "I said he killed Carmine!" she challenged him. "Set up, used him and killed him dead."

Carlo approached her. Marietta swallowed hard. He was before her now. So close he could touch her if he wanted. Marietta dared him with her unwavering stare to do so. She may be pet.i.te compared to his huge frame but she was quick and she knew how to hurt a man if needed. Her adoptive father had forced her to learn how to defend herself after years of his abuse.

"Che cazzo dici?" he repeated. He slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. "Say it to my face," he said and the words came over barely above a whisper but chillingly clear. A knot of cold terror formed in her gut. Marietta never looked away from his eyes. Those piercing eyes that were now void of his sardonic humor. His face was close. He bared his teeth in a sly smile and it reminded her of the smile like that of a mad dog. His nostrils flared and his face flushed with contemptuous black-layered rage in his eyes.

Marietta cleared her throat. "Say what?"

"Say it!" he shouted.

"What are you going to do if I don't? Punish me? You get off on beating women. Is that it? Lorenzo told me you were a psycho-freak!"

He dropped his other fist on the wall. Now both fists were pressed to the wall and she was caught between his arms. He brought his face closer. She b.u.mped her head back against the wall to avoid their lips brushing. Fear wasn't what she felt when she looked into his eyes. Primal urges surfaced.

"It's a lie," Carlo said. "You're a lying b.i.t.c.h."

"And you're a punk, a worthless thug who can't think for himself. A b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Nothing but a-"

"Bugiarda!" he yelled.

Marietta shrugged refusing to deny the truth. He brought his face so close his forehead rested against hers. "Don't push me. Don't..."

There was no escape. She had effectively taken her anger and frustration and made it his. And why had she done so? To torment him? To force his hand? Why was it so easy for her to hurt people when she knew how badly it felt?

"I lied," she said. "I said it to p.i.s.s you off." She shoved at his chest. "Now get off me!"