Mobster (BWWM)

Chapter 27

Kelly.

I sat on top of the counter inside one of the kitchens downstairs while Marco stood between my legs. He held my waist and stared at me as I listened attentively to what he was saying. I didn't know if Margaret was telling the truth or not but what would she gain from killing me? I was wondering who the hell was this Amanda Ross who wanted me dead.

I felt so bad for what I said about Mildred. That poor woman was in the hospital fighting for her life and I was so judgemental. I needed to go and visit her and apologize for what I said even though I didn't say it to her face. Marco said that she was admitted to the same hospital where I was doing my internship.

The place was a mess. Marco had paid off and fired all of the housekeeping staff. I was busy interviewing various persons for the housekeeping positions.

"I have to find this woman," Marco said to me while I ran my hand in his hair.

I nodded at him. "Did Matteo have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"He had an on-again, off-again girlfriend. I had Luca dig up some information on her but she's in Italy."

"Does she fit the description that Margaret gave you?" I questioned.

"I'm not sure, Bella. I don't remember what she looked like. I only met her once and that was years ago before I became king. The fucker introduced us."

"Oh," I said, surprisingly. "So, you two were friends?"

"Yes, we were." He replied, abruptly. "We became enemies after my grandfather made me his successor."

"That's horrible," I told him.

He nodded. "Yes, it was. I'll tell Luca to get a picture of her." He sighed deeply.

"Okay," I uttered.

"Bella?" He called, softly.

"Yes," I answered and looked at him.

"Are you still having doubts about being with me?" He asked as he stared into my eyes.

"No," I responded briefly. "I'm so sorry about what I said."

"It's good, bambino. Don't worry about it." He reassured me as he caressed my cheeks.

I smiled at him and nuzzled into his neck.

**

Margaret looked frightened and distraught as she sat chained to an old metal chair in a dark cold room down in the basement. Her clothes were bloody and drenched with sweat. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen as if she was crying. She had a gunshot wound on her arm that badly needed dressing.

Before I could say anything to her, she choked out, "Ms. Joseph, you have to believe me. I was blackmailed. I was protecting my son. Please don't let Mr. Russo kill me." She said, begging for her life.

"It's okay, Margaret. I believe you." I said to her. "Marco, I believe she's telling the truth. Can you have one of the guards unchain her?"

"Are you sure?" He was hesitant.

"Yes, baby, I'm sure." I gave him a reassuring smile.

He nodded and one of the guards came and unchain her.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Joseph." She said as the tears welled in her eyes. "My son is innocent, ma'am. He was framed." She said as I held her trembling hands in my own.