Tattered Love

Chapter 23

I had woken up on a cloud. Feeling around in the semi dark room, I realize I'm not sleeping on that uncomfortable cot anymore. I glance down at the duvet on the bed and recognize it as the one on my own bed. Looking around the room, I notice that I'm laying in my own bed.... In my own room.... In my home. Relief flows through me but as soon as I replay the invents that had happened; dread fills my soul.

"I'll do it." Replays in my head.

For hours it felt like I fought with the replaying of 'I'll do it.' Once my small voice quite saying the same thing over and over; my brain tries to come up with any plan. Something to warn the others.

Alessio.

Alexander.

Adriano.

Arcangelo.

Antonio.

Donatello.

All their lives are in danger and somehow I have to come up with some plan to save each and every single one of them. Each one holds some place in my heart while one holds a piece of my tattered soul.

I could slip Alessio a note. I could make Alexander meet me in my office and explain to him. I could make a fake fight happen. I could do so many things yet none are foolproof for me to jeopardize any of their lives. If it was just my own life on the line, I wouldn't care to jeopardize it. But, I have six lives at stake and their lives aren't worth the risk. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I caused the death of innocent people. Five sons have their whole lives ahead of them. They can get married and have children. If I come up with an imperfectly flawed half assed plan all that wouldn't happen for any of the Greco sons. And my flawed plan would get them killed.

Option A: Don't tell Alessio and just plain out state I want a divorce. And hit him with divorce papers.

Option B: Fake a divorce.

Option C: Explain in cryptic code what's going on to one of the brothers and still go with a fake divorce.

Option D: Run like hell. Abandon the ship and swim to safety.

Option A seems heartless and cold and option D sounds like a coward's way out. Neither one are who I am. I pull my duvet off my body and climb out of my comfort zone. I grab laptop out from my desk and climb back into my comfortable bed. I open Alexander's email and begin to type as fast as my little fingers could go.

Room!

Short and simple. By the time I closed my laptop, several pairs of feet can be heard stampeding down the hallway. My door burst open which causes me to let out a shriek.

"Fucking Christ!" I wail out as I clutch my chest. My hearts pounding erratically. Before they could say a word, my finger is to my mouth in a don't speak motion. Opening my laptop back up, I type out a simple message.

Walls have ears. Several pairs that you can't trust!

Alexander nods his head for me to continue on my laptop.

I need Alessio's laptop to put a cryptic message for him. One where the ears can not hear and where prying eyes can't see or understand.

Again, Alexander nods his head in understanding.

One false move from me; everyone is dead. So, I need his laptop.

Again, Alexander nods but towards my door. I hop out of my bed and follow Arcangelo and Alexander out my room. We walk all the way to the offices. I walk into my own as Alexander comes back with Alessio's laptop. I start typing away on his laptop in a code only he and his brothers should know.

9428 4 729 67 36 47 86 7283 968 255 8439 4283 636 3837994373 73239 86 5455 968 4897 5878 365569 69 5324.

(What I say or do is to save you all. They have men everywhere ready to kill you guys. Just follow my lead.)

I close his laptop and hand it back to Alexander. I whisper low into Arcangelo's ear.

"What I'm about to say to Alessio is pretend. It's not something I want but I'm forced to put on a show for two idiots. Make sure Alessio knows this. Can you bring your brother down here with everyone else. And make sure he looks on his laptop. Make sure Ana and Andrè are present somewhere down here. I don't care how you get those two down here."

With my final words, Arcangelo's eyes go wide as he nods his head. Ten minutes later, several pairs of legs fall into my view as I look up from my desk. My office door closes as the last male has entered. I glance and see two shadowy figures in the distance.

Showtime.

"What's the meaning of this? You should be resting." Alessio questions with concern.

"I'm sorry, Alessio. Just know I don't mean these words. I whisper.

"Okay?" He says with confusion.

"I want a divorce." My voice sounds cold as I stare into his soul. His face morphs from confusion to anger to hurt in milliseconds.

"What?" He stammers out. I walk past the bodies of people and out my office door.

"I can't do this anymore Alessio. You have a pregnant mistress. She's holding your heir. I want a damn divorce!" I snap in frustration and anger. Neither one have to do with Alessio. I know the two weasels are lurching in the dark corner watching the scene fold around them. So I have to convince both that I mean what I'm saying. That I'm not backing out of the plan. I made sure to emphasize on mistress holding and heir, hoping he catches on. I glance over my shoulder and see Alessio frozen in his place as Alexander hands his broken brother his laptop. I rush pass the two lurches and up the stairs. I run through the house and into my room. Each step I took to get here felt like my heart was slowly shattering with every step. By the time I make it to my bed, I'm sobbing like a crazed woman.

Within minutes I'm back to unconsciousness and dreaming of a future. One hopefully I'll have.