Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

39. Calcio e futebol

Thiago

Marco Medici wants to kill Roxana. Supposedly.

Because she shot him on Stefano Messina's orders. Supposedly.

Whom she didn't sleep with willingly. Supposedly.

Arresting João Costa got his attention. That was calculated correctly. And right now he is stealing glances at us once in a while so at least something from what she was saying is true.

"See, baby. We are here with your ominous mobster and you are just fine."

"Because he is not retarded to shoot me here. You knew he was going to be here didn't you?" Her tone is strange. I can't interpret it properly. "You knew..."

"He surely isn't in the best of moods," says Bruno. "It's not super obvious but he looked over about six times already."

"You counted?"

"Is it not why I am here for? To observe and all that?"

"And to get Roxana out if something is indeed going to happen."

"How many of these people are criminals?" asks Roxana.

"Convicted or presumed?" asks Bruno back.

"Presumed, let's say."

"The lines are so blurred you cannot even say. Probably almost everyone here. Convicted, rather few."

"Thought so," she whispers to herself.

"Dad asked how many weeks," I tell Roxana. He did, just to step on my toes. We will never have a normal father-son relationship.

She frowns. "Oh, that type of weeks. And what did you tell him?"

"Five. Less wouldn't have added up with the timeline."

She shrugs. "Ok. It doesn't really matter."

"Roxana, you are not going to die. I am here."

"Sure..." she whispers incredulously. "I was thinking. Maybe getting Dani away is not such a bad idea; maybe in a witness protection program. Just hidden."

"Okay. If you want to. But don't you want him here with you?"

"I want him safe above all."

"Of course. We can discuss this tomorrow." A bit of alone time without the kid wouldn't be bad at all. Maybe we will make a baby after all.

"You promised." She squeezes my hand. "And I trust you."

"I did." I did. I wouldn't forsake the boy; I am not a monster. I would find a place for him, but without her the incentive is shrinking a lot. "Now calm down and stop drinking. Dad might notice." Though, if she is drunk she might be happier, more open to stuff... less nervous.

This event is so bizarre, how legit businessmen and criminals mingle and click glasses.

"You can hardly tell the difference, can you?" says Bruno contemplative.

"Bruno, what's up with you today?

"I am not sure myself. I think I have entered the era of moral dilemmas."

"What?" I frown at him. What's this bullshit. He is supposed to watch Roxana when I am occupied, not having a moral crisis.

"Well, did you ever find someone you are supposed to hate rather enticing?"

"No." I give him a death stare. If he is going to imply that again, I am going to punch him for real.

"Ah look, don Vitor is summoning you."