Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

23. You reap what you sow

Roxana

Thiago gets out of the car just in time for me to catch a last glimpse of him.

I didn't see the men. I was too disturbed and distracted to pay attention to my surroundings, but as soon as I hear Italian, even without seeing them, I run. It doesn't matter that I am wearing very high heels; I run for the door of the apartment block as if my life depends on it because it does.

And it is not only my life, Dani's too.
I toss the heels and run up the stairs. One of them hits a guy in the face and he stops—idiot's luck.

Is it even a good idea to run to the apartment where Dani is? Fucking Shit!

No! Another guy is suddenly in front of me on the narrow staircase, coming from the floor above. Fuck.

"Please, sir. What do you want from me?"

I know what you want, I just need a diversion.

"Signorina, don't make it more difficult than it has to be." When he speaks, I vaguely recognize the guy. He used to be one of the people Tomaso and Marco gave orders to. It means it's Stefano's men, not Lorenzo's. What the actual fuck?!

Gunshots sound outside. Are they going to kill Thiago? I don't want any more people to die because of me. I don't want another guy that helped me to die.

The mafioso takes advantage of the moment, grabs me tight, and presses a cloth over my mouth.

"Please don't kill Thiago," I mutter.

"Sure..."

"Dani..." Then everything turns black. 

My body feels lead-heavy. I don't know how much time has passed. Is it morning? Afternoon? What day is it? Where am I and what am I doing here? 

A heavy hand is shaking my body but I don't manage to open my eyes. I think I am tied to a chair.

"Wake up, clumsy Swiss girl. We need to talk."

Who is this again? Where am I?

Wet and cold is dripping all of a sudden all over me. I breathe in shock and open my eyes forcefully. 

I am in what looks like an old warehouse.

Stefano is hovering over me. Three other men are in the room. None of them is Tomaso. The guy that brought me here, I recall now that his name is Fabrizio or so, frowns and looks at me in disgust. 

Dani. Dani is not here but where is he? Did they kill him?

"Dani," I mutter. He signals the bodyguards to exit and they do right away.

It's only me and him but I am dizzy and tied to a chair.

"So. Now that you are awake, we need to talk. Some unforeseen things happened and we need to adjust our plan. If it were for me alone, I would have left you to live your little sorry life in Brazil. But now it's more complicated, and more profitable in a different way."

"Where is Dani? We had a deal. I kept my end of the bargain."

"Yeah, well. So, Dani is still in Rio. And he will stay there with your lover, both safe and sound if you behave. Don Lorenzo only wants you. And that only because I was so gracious to not tell him that your brother is alive. If you care about his life you will keep it this way. See, I also kept my end of the bargain as well as I could. He could have found and killed you both."

"Is Thiago alive?"

"Yes, he is. We didn't hurt him... badly. Though the boys were tempted. He was quite brave; for an unprepared, unarmed guy he did a hell lot of damage. Good job, you got yourself a little bodyguard."