Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter thirty

It would be stating the obvious to say that drama is about to stir up in the family.

As I watched the determined look on Sophia's face, she looked like she could kill right now. Tears fell through her eyes at the same time fire flamed through them, they were red and puffy from crying.

"You mean you will stick with him after everything that has happened since?" Sophia fumed, spite dripping from her voice.

"He never cared for us, he never cared for you Stephano." She continued, her eyes burning through him.

I saw Stephano clench his fists, he stood still like a rigid wall, his gaze fixed on the metal piece of the hospital bed. He clenched his eyes shut and snapped them open again.

"Tell me Stephano, what could you hope for from him? Are afraid of him? Are you eager to make him proud of you? Or are you afraid living your own life?" She continued, her eyes glued to Stephano.

"He will never love any of us you know." She smiled, a smile that was like a mocking sinister look. "Or do you want his money when he dies Stephano? Is that it?"

Stephano's eyes shot up to her immediately, anger burned through them. I could see veins popping out of his neck. His hair was messy from tugging them. His blue eyes burned with unspoken rage.

"That's enough Sophia." He thundered.

Sophia didn't budge. "So you will dessert your own family for his money ehh?" She knew she had pushed a button that should not be pushed.

I stood at the far end of the room, near the door like a silent spectator. I wished to leave but the metal doors will make a creaking sound and draw their attention to me.

"Sophia.... Stop." Stephano groaned, trying to push his anger down.

"Stop what? Stop saying the truth?" She asked. "If you stay with him Stephano, you will end up alone, without a family, without love and you will live your painful life wishing you were born somewhere else."

"But I got to warn you Stephano, something is cooking up in the mafia, something bad... Something deadly and disappointing. He has managed to keep the operations secret for so long but not anymore." She continued.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Quinn. He walked hastily towards Sophia, throwing his arms over her.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He gushed, holding her hands lovingly, concern written all over his eyes.

Stephano turned, storming out of the room. I closed the door, following behind him.

Stephano gripped the steering with the force of his anger as he drove, his eyes still ablaze with rage. I wished to comfort him but I didn't know how to do that. I kept mute, stealing a few glances at him once in a while. He honked as we approached the gates and they were pushed open almost immediately. We got out the car at the same time. Grandma was standing outside, her grey was down, she was still in her pink night gown with a kitty on it and she paced anxiously around the house. Her eyes lightened up on seeing Stephano.

"Are they alright?" She asked.

Stephano nodded stiffly. "They are going to be fine."

"Stephano what happened?" She asked seeing the grave look on his face.

He didn't answer, he just walked towards her quietly and gave her a forced smile before turning and walking into the house.

I greeted Grandma warmly with a smile, she replied with a small smile of her own before we walked into the house. I got into my room, I needed a shower.

*******

A firm knock came on my door as I lay down facing the wall.

"Come in." I answered, turning to the door.

Stephano walked in, he has combed his hair and dressed in a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled and Jean pants. He looked undeniably good standing there starring at me, his blue eye trapping me for a second. His tall figure towered over my bed.

"Hi, Boss." I spoke, almost stuttering.

I eyed him carefully, trying to find any trace of anger but his face was neutral, void of emotion.

"I am heading out." He said, his voice equally neutral.

"I will join you." I answered, getting off my bed immediately. I was wearing black pants and a black, sleeved top.

Thirty minutes later...... We pulled up in front of the warehouse. Stephano's face grew grave, I walked hastily behind him into the warehouse. I was surprised to see huge vehicles, three of them I counted. The men were busy stocking somethings packages in cartons into the vehicles. The men yelled something to each other in Italian and scurried around. Most of them were armed, about a hundred of them.

I froze as I caught sight of Stollo stepping out of the warehouse. He was wearing a black coat and his gaze was fixed on Stephano. He walked towards us with his bodyguard following behind him.

I could feel the strange tension between both men even from the distance. Stephano's eyes burned into Stollo's who was just emotionless, stoic. The two men now stood very close to each other, I felt like crumbling into dust when I watched what unfolded next.

Stephano spoke, his voice thundered, he was saying something in Italian to the stoic man who just starred blankly at him until he was done.

He replied, the words rolling off his tongue in his thick accent.

I saw Stephano's body grow rigid, his pupils dilated in anger and in the next second he was pointing a gun to Stollo's head. All movement stopped, Stollo's bodyguard pointed his gun at Stephano and some other armed men aimed for him too. I felt my heart throb terribly in my heart.
Stollo waved his hand, signalling them to lower their weapons. He grinned wildly at Stephano, his blue eyes shining with humour and his grin, mocking and sinister. He said something in Italian calmly before turning and leaving. I heaved a sigh of relief when Stephano threw his gun to the ground. He stormed out angrily. I followed behind him wondering what I would have done if things went sour.
What events took place this money to cause such drama and stirrup? Who attacked Stephanie and Sophia? I badly wanted answers to these questions. I wouldn't be able to ask, I am just Stephano's bodyguards, not part of the mafia. I guess I would have to find out myself.