Labyrinth of Desire

12 - Fuck-Face Free Land

Angelinas POV

Two weeks later

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I get out of bed and take a shower.

My brothers insisted I stay for a few more days just to be safe with the injuries.

Two weeks is not a few days.

I check my phone to see a message from Julio.

Julio <3: Benny is going to be in the medical room at 11 am; go for your checkup, please!!!

When I'm done, I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday, and I attempt to re-wrap my arm.

But my mind drifts to what this evening holds for me.

My father flew back to Calabria last week with Matteo.

My flight is later today.

I have to fly to Rome at Three pm, I am finally seeing Aurora after 3 months. She and I had been finalizing our most upcoming assassinations.

Amrad Shkreli.

The right-hand man to the leader of the Albanian gang. My second last culprit before I killed Fatbard's little shit of a son.

Amrad was Ardian's cousin. The godfather to his kid. But sadly, Ardian would have to find a new godfather, very soon.

Amrad and I had never met before but I knew him. He was the reason the Albanians had so many enemies.

He put them in the worst imaginable situations. He was the main target for many mafias but tonight he was mine. Mine to torture. Mine to kill.

Tonight, he will be in Rome at a high-end club to make a business deal with one of the smaller Italian gangs; although it wasn't forbidden, the Italians were not allied with the Albanians, so the other Italian mafias would be hearing about it in no time.

I go down to the kitchen and look for anyone with a familiar face. No one is around so I go to the medical room.

I find Benson in there with his eyes glued to a laptop. When he notices me, he stops what he is doing.

"Angelina, it's nice to see you. Are you feeling any better?" He smiles.

"Morning Dr. Benson, I'm alright. I haven't had any head pain for the few last days," he looks surprised

"For someone who had such a bad concussion, you are recovering very fast", He tells me.

"How is your arm?"

"I hate wrapping it, I can never get it right," I speak out in frustration.

He lets out a light laugh and speaks again.

"If you didn't want to use the wrap-on, I would have given you the stick-on bandages,"

"Ah, what a lifesaver, just two weeks too late," I said with a cheeky smile. "Here, have a seat, let me take a look," I sit down, and he lifts my sleeve over my shoulder.

"The stitches should be good to remove today if you want, but don't do anything strenuous and get enough rest. Your vitals are good, and the wound on your arm is healing nicely," He tells me.

I nod, and for the next 40 minutes, he cleans and removes the stitches.

He cleans it and puts a large adhesive bandage over my wound.

"Thank you," I say looking at him.

"Oh yeah, and before I forget, Julio Asked me to give you this," He hands me a large brown envelope and a box of self-adhesive bandages, smiling softly.