The Mobster's Girl

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

After hours of screaming matches and crying sessions, Stella sat on the bed in Hazel and Kate's hotel room, wishing that sleep would come to her. Hazel sat next to her on the bed, just as wide-awake as Stella, and wishing for the same thing. Kate lay in between her two friends, her head on Stella's lap, her body curled up in the fetal position.

Stella glanced down at her friend's face again, looking for any sign of another breakdown. But, Kate's face, although tear-stained, finally looked calm and serene, as if she hadn't just heard the worst news of her life.

After Jack had broken the news that Peter was killed, Kate had immediately fainted, only to come to moments later, confused for a moment, until it dawned on her again that her husband, and the father of her unborn child, was dead.

She'd then broken down into a fit of sobs, which could only be interrupted by her bouts of screaming obscenities       at Jack and blaming him for Peter's death. Stella was still as confused as ever and tried to get some words in, only to ask what was happening, but Jack constantly dismissed her, and tried to focus on consoling Kate.

That, of course, made Stella even angrier, considering there was still so little she knew. All she knew was that Peter had been on some mission that Jack had concocted, and had been killed, and once again, Stella had been kept out of the loop, despite Jack promising it wouldn't happen again. She longed to confront Jack about it, but decided it could wait. Her friend was grieving, and she needed to be there for her.

Hazel and Stella had managed to get Kate back to her hotel room, and convinced her to try to calm down as much as she could, as the stress was not good for the baby. Jack had then promised that he would continue to make more phone calls to figure out what happened, and would be meeting with his lawyer to see what could be done.

That had been a few hours ago, and Stella had yet to hear from Jack. She knew that he had left the hotel to meet his lawyer somewhere, but she had no idea where he was, or when he would be back. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with the questions to ask him, while also trying to figure out how to be there for Kate, who had also kept information from her as well. Still, she knew it was wrong of her to be mad at Kate, considering what she had just gone through.

Her mind immediately began to imagine what it would be like if she lost Jack, and Stella's stomach churned at the thought, and her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to be in Kate's place, and she felt guilty for considering herself lucky that she wasn't.

Hazel glanced down at Kate, then up at Stella, her face giving away her exhaustion. Stella assumed that she looked just as exhausted as her friend.

"Stel', what do we do?" Hazel's voice faltered at the end of the sentence, and her eyes filled with tears once more. She looked down at Kate again, and a tear slipped down her cheek, which she immediately wiped away.

Stella quickly looked away from her friend, knowing that she'd start crying again if she didn't.

"I don't know," Stella whispered, not wanting to wake up Kate. "Just be there for her, I suppose. That's all we can do."

Hazel was quiet for a few minutes, and if it wasn't for her the sniffling sound she made as she cried, Stella would have assumed that she fell asleep.

"What do you think happened?" Hazel asked quietly.

Stella simply shrugged.

"As soon as Jack gets back, I'll get all the information from him. If he ever gets back. I don't even know where he went."

The invasive thought that Jack had met the same fate as Peter came creeping into Stella's mind, but she pushed it aside as best as she could. She knew that worrying about it would do her no good.