Stitches

Chapter 45 'New II'

I sat there in front of the closed casket, inside lied the last member of my adoptive family, forcing me to take the Falcone name so it can continue.
I sat there alone, everyone else had already left, I had my bodyguards ready to escort me to the burial grounds.

After I left, I felt a deep feeling of guilt and sadness. Sofia just wanted to prove herself, but she was doing it the wrong way. But its too late now, she's dead, Carmine is dead, all that's left is me.

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I sat on my bed, still in my funeral clothes, I stared at the ring that rested on my finger. Mrs. Valeska-Falcone
It'll take some time getting used to,
"I'm having some trouble getting my plans together I-" Jerome stopped in his tracks as he saw me.
"What's wrong?" He asked, I let the tears fall from my face and said, "Everyone is gone, Sofia is dead,"

He sat next to me tracing circles on my back to comfort me. "I'm still here, my love," He says, I give him a sad smile and say, "I know... That's enough,"
"So... What about your plans?" I asked, he showed me a bunch of papers with scribbles written on them. Once I finished reading through the papers, I looked up at him and said, "Really? That's what you want?"

He nods eagerly and says, "Really gives you something to think about, right?"
I nod and said, "Well its definitely a way to go, and it cant be worse than last time,"

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"Requesting Doctor Valleta down at the entrance, we have a special patient," I heard from the intercom in my office. My eyebrows furrowed and I stood up and walked downstairs,
Special patient? I thought to myself.

As I got closer towards the new truck delivering patients, I started hearing struggling and cries.
"What's going on here-Oh," standing in front of me was the very own Oswald Cobblepot. I thought for a moment and said, "Room #235"

The guards eyebrows furrowed, one of them looked at Penguin and then at me,
"You sure boss?" I nod and replied, "Very"

I headed towards Jerome's cell, I could hear him shuffling and cursing in his cell as I entered.
"Settling in well?" I asked, he scoffed and said, "I'd be better at home." He walked towards me, reaching out for my hand through the bars.
I took out the small remote in my shirt pocket and turned off the cameras.
"There's a new patient next door, you might be interested in him," I said, he looked at me, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"Who is it?" He asked,
"Penguin."