tell me everything, so I
can figure out what’s going on and if it’s worth helping you.”
She started
sobbing. “None of this is my fault, it’s my husband’s. He deserves to be where
he is, but I don’t.”
I took a hold of
her shoulders and steered her back into the bedroom, sitting her down next to
me on the bed. “What did your husband do?”
She wiped her eyes.
“He works for the Italian Mafia. I had no idea, he never told me; I just
thought his employers were Italian, I didn’t know they were criminals.”
“Is your husband
Italian?”
She shook her
head. “No, Irish-American. He launders money for them. About three months back,
the FBI raided our house and took him away. They told me if I didn’t want him
to go to jail for a very long time, I had to allow myself to be captured by
Jagger, then they would put me and my husband into witness protection after they
got me out. They said an FBI agent would look after me while I was here, but
Federico couldn’t stop Alberto from raping me, then I found out the Donatelli
murdered Federico.” She burst into a fresh bout of tears.
I put my arm
around her. “Alberto’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
She laid her head
on my shoulder. “I’m so scared, Alessandro.”
“I know and I’ll
help you the best I can, but I still don’t understand why they would send you
into danger like this?”
“They can’t touch
the D’Angelos unless they are caught trafficking Americans. They were supposed
to raid this place not long after I got here, but the Russian guards showed up.
Federico told me I had to wait a bit longer, because plans had changed, that the
target was now the Russians. They were going to arrange someone else to come in
to help, but the woman turned out to be mafia.”
“Who?”
“Rita, although she
told Camila her name was Sophia and that she met Frano seven years ago. I think
she might be a double agent working for him, which was why she didn’t help me.
But I’m not sure of anything. I don’t know what’s up or down, nothing makes
sense.”
“Okay, I’ll go
talk to Frano to see if he can help.”
“No! He’ll kill
me.”
“I think he’ll be
more interested in getting information than hurting you,” I said, hoping that
was true. I reached past her and opened the bedside cabinet, pulling out cuffs
from it.
Honey’s eyes
widened. “What are you doing?”
I grabbed her
wrist and clicked one on.
She started
struggling against me. “You lied to me!”
I pushed her onto
the bed and attached the other cuff to the bedrail. “I’m not lying; I just need
to make sure you don’t try to run or use my phone again.”
“I won’t!” she yelled,
yanking at the bedrail. “So, let me go.”
I grabbed another
cuff and secured her other wrist to the bedrail as she struggled uselessly
against me.
“Please don’t do
this to me!” she cried.
“Just calm down,
Honey, I’ll remove them when I get back.”
I went to leave,
but turned around as hollering started up outside my window. I walked over to it
and looked out, finding Pedro Landi heading for the entrance with a troop of
soldiers, the man yelling at the one guarding the door to get behind him.
He stopped and
looked up my window. “Santini,” he mouthed, then pointed two fingers at me and
cocked them like a gun.
FRANO
Shouts
came from the front of the house, making me push to my feet, along with the
Donatelli sisters, who I was having breakfast with. Seconds later, Pedro Landi stormed
into the dining-room surrounded by soldiers. His eyes were red and his face was
twisted in agony. His gaze shot to Camila’s sisters. “Take them!” he yelled,
pointing to the women.
The soldiers
rushed forward, grabbing Ghita and Andriena, while Camila shot out of her
chair, screaming at them not to touch her sisters. She jolted as Pedro yelled
for her to taken too. Two soldiers headed around the table to where Camila and
I were sitting.
I pushed Camila
behind me,
can figure out what’s going on and if it’s worth helping you.”
She started
sobbing. “None of this is my fault, it’s my husband’s. He deserves to be where
he is, but I don’t.”
I took a hold of
her shoulders and steered her back into the bedroom, sitting her down next to
me on the bed. “What did your husband do?”
She wiped her eyes.
“He works for the Italian Mafia. I had no idea, he never told me; I just
thought his employers were Italian, I didn’t know they were criminals.”
“Is your husband
Italian?”
She shook her
head. “No, Irish-American. He launders money for them. About three months back,
the FBI raided our house and took him away. They told me if I didn’t want him
to go to jail for a very long time, I had to allow myself to be captured by
Jagger, then they would put me and my husband into witness protection after they
got me out. They said an FBI agent would look after me while I was here, but
Federico couldn’t stop Alberto from raping me, then I found out the Donatelli
murdered Federico.” She burst into a fresh bout of tears.
I put my arm
around her. “Alberto’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
She laid her head
on my shoulder. “I’m so scared, Alessandro.”
“I know and I’ll
help you the best I can, but I still don’t understand why they would send you
into danger like this?”
“They can’t touch
the D’Angelos unless they are caught trafficking Americans. They were supposed
to raid this place not long after I got here, but the Russian guards showed up.
Federico told me I had to wait a bit longer, because plans had changed, that the
target was now the Russians. They were going to arrange someone else to come in
to help, but the woman turned out to be mafia.”
“Who?”
“Rita, although she
told Camila her name was Sophia and that she met Frano seven years ago. I think
she might be a double agent working for him, which was why she didn’t help me.
But I’m not sure of anything. I don’t know what’s up or down, nothing makes
sense.”
“Okay, I’ll go
talk to Frano to see if he can help.”
“No! He’ll kill
me.”
“I think he’ll be
more interested in getting information than hurting you,” I said, hoping that
was true. I reached past her and opened the bedside cabinet, pulling out cuffs
from it.
Honey’s eyes
widened. “What are you doing?”
I grabbed her
wrist and clicked one on.
She started
struggling against me. “You lied to me!”
I pushed her onto
the bed and attached the other cuff to the bedrail. “I’m not lying; I just need
to make sure you don’t try to run or use my phone again.”
“I won’t!” she yelled,
yanking at the bedrail. “So, let me go.”
I grabbed another
cuff and secured her other wrist to the bedrail as she struggled uselessly
against me.
“Please don’t do
this to me!” she cried.
“Just calm down,
Honey, I’ll remove them when I get back.”
I went to leave,
but turned around as hollering started up outside my window. I walked over to it
and looked out, finding Pedro Landi heading for the entrance with a troop of
soldiers, the man yelling at the one guarding the door to get behind him.
He stopped and
looked up my window. “Santini,” he mouthed, then pointed two fingers at me and
cocked them like a gun.
FRANO
Shouts
came from the front of the house, making me push to my feet, along with the
Donatelli sisters, who I was having breakfast with. Seconds later, Pedro Landi stormed
into the dining-room surrounded by soldiers. His eyes were red and his face was
twisted in agony. His gaze shot to Camila’s sisters. “Take them!” he yelled,
pointing to the women.
The soldiers
rushed forward, grabbing Ghita and Andriena, while Camila shot out of her
chair, screaming at them not to touch her sisters. She jolted as Pedro yelled
for her to taken too. Two soldiers headed around the table to where Camila and
I were sitting.
I pushed Camila
behind me,
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