Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

59. Your hand in mine

Roxana

There are people who can proclaim wholeheartedly that they don't regret anything in life. It must be nice. I am obliviously not one of them. I regret a damn lot of things but the shooting might still take the cake.

And today... today was something else. It was me acting irrationally and selfish for the first time in probably years. It was meant as a testament but it seems I am not allowed to die just yet.

"Marco... I need to go."

He looks at me, shakes his head and smiles, while still listening and talking back at the phone in Italian.

I stand up to show that I mean it. No, I don't want to, but I couldn't live with myself if something happened to Dani because of what I did.

When I reach the door and he frowns and hangs up.

"No," he says and is right by my side faster than I expected pushing the door shut again. "I mean it, Roxi. No."

"I have to. What are you going to do, lock me up?" I say and my voice sounds a bit annoyed. The truth is I am scared out of my mind and can't control my reactions.

"No... Obviously not..." He sighs. "Let me put it like this then: if you go, he will hurt you and I will kill him. If you want me not to, stay put. This is not a threat. You are of course free to go if you want but I am concerned and I think I have the right to be." He is not angry, he sounds just sad and it's breaking my heart.

"But what can I do?"

"So, at the moment you don't have to worry about him for the next few hours and in the meantime, I want you to come with me to Italy."

"But Dani... I cannot."

"I have heard you the first time. We will try to find him."

"How? Brazil is a fucking big country. It will take months."

"Yes, but you said that Stefano put a chip in his arm. That's probably the best thing my brother did in a while."

"So you..." My mouth gaps open.

"Yes, I am planning to ask him for help."

"You are a very strange man, Marco. You recall that he..."

"Yes, excellently so. I am still thinking what I might have done for him to hate me so. Now I even got proof I didn't kill his daughter. But I guess it was never only about her." There are shadows on his face that haven't been there before. Several gathered since we met, sucking out the light in his eyes but tonight he seems oddly happy despite that.

I turn from the door and wrap my arms around him.

"Marco, I..."

"You are sorry? Don't be. We are good. Don't waste energy. You will need it in the next few months. What I was saying was, yes, I am going to ask him to help and I think he will says yes. In theory, we are the best of brothers now. If he denies my favour he will have to go open with what he thinks. But I don't think he will; he is not dumb."

"Oh. So you won't tell him you know?"

"No. That would be unwise. I think he would even welcome our liaison now. He would be so very happy seeing I broke up with Hitomi, that he will be cooperative."

"Why would he care?"

"Because me together with Hitomi are a power house. Now I am less of a menace."

They would definitely be a better fit in theory. No that it matters now.

"Well... I am definitely not an asset." I can't help it, I feel mortified and jealous of the hot, murderous ex. Is she an ex? Am I?