It Takes Two

Chapter 22

Geez, it's been quite sometime. We'll start off with a little recap. I promise it'll be like I never left.

Glad to be here writing again...enjoy.

Recap:

I knew I shouldn't have opened the fucking door.

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"You're under arrest for using an illegal firearm as well as breaking and entering. Hands behind your back please." Donovan you could run right now. And get shot in the back? They pulled my hands behind me and locked the cuffs. Well this night took a turn.

"Anything you say and do can be used..." I tuned him out. I'm trying to think back to who could've said some shit. I think it was those redneck bastards. Damn, this was not good. They escorted me to the cop car and lowered me in.

The police station wasn't far at all. I was tired as hell and now I was going to spend the night on a cold ass bunk bed. I huffed as they pulled me out the car and into the building.

"You're going to interview room 3." They opened the door and sat me down in a chair. "A detective will be with you shortly..." The door slammed and my head fell back. This is so fucking stupid. Once I get my hands on those fuckers...

The door opened and two detectives walked in. They smiled and sat down on the other side of the table.

"Sorry to bring you in here on such a late night. We have some questions for you regarding that night at the bar. You know what bar I'm talking about?"

"Non ho idea di cosa tu stia parlando." (I have no idea what you're talking about). They weren't about to get shit out of me. The bald one chuckled at my response.

"You expect us to believe you don't speak English? Come on." He shook his head.

"Vaffanculo, maiali..."(Fuck you, pigs). I glared at the both of them.

"Oh Mr. Russo, it is going to be a long night for you..."

Rae

It had been interesting returning to work, finally able to give my undivided attention to my operations. It was a weird feeling, seeing as for the past eight months I've been on the move. Everything had been running smoothly, just a couple things to clean up here and there.

I decided to stay in the presidential suite at Stephen's hotel. Since Donovan had left, I was going to hole up somewhere else. He's not here, so someone's got to enjoy it. Everything from the room service, to the yoga classes. I've honestly been living the dream.

I feels so good to just, relax. I'd never thought I'd have the opportunity again, seeing as it wasn't guaranteed with me coming out on the other side. Needless to say, I made it. So I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it.

The previous day, I had gone over my books. I don't have a consigliere, but I also didn't consider myself a Donna. I had a heap of men behind me, but it certainly wasn't an army. While we're still a family, we were at a crew level size. I was not a clubgoer, but that's where most of my businesses operated out of. Besides my warehouses of course.

My captains I left in charge did a great job keeping the books updated. It was honestly like I had never left. Of course I had to reward, financially reward them at that. Money talks.

As far as the situation with Stephen, I hadn't even thought about it in a couple days. Donovan is taking point on that, so I let him lead the ship. Although, it has been a few days. Considering our newfound relationship, I thought I would've heard from him some kind of way.