Bella Mafia

Chapter 72

I just tried to wake myself up, but my eyes wouldn't cooperate and I couldn't figure out why.  I could hear Vincent and he sounded frantic for some reason.  Luca, Dom, Franco and the rest of the guys were here as well and they didn't sound right either.

Maybe I could move my head or my finger, something to let them know I could hear them.  I kept trying but since I wasn't getting any response from them, I just figured I was too tired.

I must have fallen asleep again but this time I was able to turn my head and when I did, the sight that met my eyes made my heart constrict.

Vincent was in a chair, by our bed, stretched out, long legs crossed at the ankles and his head was resting on his shoulder.

His shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and I almost quit breathing at the sight of blood covering the front of his gray dress shirt.

"Vincent?" My voice croaked out but rousing him from his slumber.  He was up and beside me on the bed within a blink.

"Jesus Christ Calli" his voice hitched.  "God baby I was so f*cking scared I'd lost you!"  I still had no recollection over what had happened thus the puzzled look on my face.

"You don't remember anything, do you?"  God he looked awful.  His eyes were red-rimmed and full of worry and his voice was raspy from lack of sleep.

I slowly shook my headed and waited for him to tell me.  "What's the last thing you remember?"  His voice a little more calm now.

"I, uh, I think we were on our way back here, Luca said someone was following us and then you told me to get on the floorboard.  That's it" I replied.

"We were followed from the marina by a dark four door sedan.  Luca called ahead for Meo and Niccola while our car and Dom and Franco's engaged them in a fire fight.

Against my better judgement, you begged for a gun, so I gave it to you.  You shot one of the men, we overtook their car and killed the rest.

When we pulled up to the house, you were still in the floorboard, I thought you were just shaken up but when I couldn't wake you, Luca opened the door and you fell half way out, blood on your shoulder.

That happened last night.  It's now three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.  Calli, I'm so pissed off at putting you in this situation.  As soon as doc clears you to travel, we are heading back to Sicily."

"Vincent!  Ow sh*t!" I cursed, moving to quickly and a shooting pain going through my arm did not feel good. 

I looked up at him to find him scowling at me, he did not look amused but I was going to say my peace.

"This is our honeymoon and I don't want to go home, Vincent.  It's not fair!" I shouted, raising my voice, which looking back now, was not a good idea.

"It's final.  We.are.leaving" he gritted.  Well f*ck I thought, so I laid my head back down, didn't say anything, but got my point across by turning my head away from my husband.

I heard him sigh and stand up but not before running his finger down the side of my face.  "I'm just trying to do what's best for you, Calli.  We need to be where it's safe."

I guess I knew he was right, but I was still pissed as hell when I said "Yeah sure. Whatever.  I'm tired.  Good night, Vincent."  And with that he walked out of our room.

I don't know how long I lay there crying but long enough that my nose was stopped up and I'm sure my eyes were red and puffy, very attractive I'm sure.

I'm also sure the fact that being out of bed now would piss Vincent off to high heaven but at this juncture I didn't give two f*cks.  I was all out of those.

I was sick and tired of people making decisions for me, like everyone knew exactly what was best for me and I had no idea or say so in the matter.  God!

I didn't know how long I'd been sitting on the balcony before Vincent came storming out there, fire shooting from his eyes.

"Why are you out of bed?"  His tone very demanding, very much like my Don.  I just scowled at him and then turned away, knowing that would totally piss him off.

Sure enough Vincent stalked towards me and grabbed me by my good arm.  "Do not ignore me, Calli" he voice threatening me.

"Take your hand off me now, Vincent."  His eyes widened as I jerked away from him, tears running down my face as I choked back my sobs.

I ran straight to the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it.  I detested feeling so weak and part of me knew my husband was right and the other part of me screamed not fair!  But life's never really been about fair has it?

"Calli baby.  Please open the door" Vincent pleaded.  "Look I'm sorry, tesoro.  I didn't mean to grab you.  You know this.  Calli, please."

It was no use, I couldn't resist him.  Feeling very, very tired all of a sudden, I wearily picked myself up, walked to the door and unlocked it, then made my way back to the ledge of the tub where I'd been sitting.

I kept my head down but knew he was close when I saw his dress shoes appear in my line of sight.

"I'm tired" I sniffed, looking up at him through tired eyes.  "I won't fight you on this.  I'll be ready to go home in the morning."  Standing to my feet, I started making my way to our bed.

"We'll stay" Vincent's words stopping me mid stride as I turned around.  "I have to conduct some business before we can leave anyway, so we'll stay, if you still want to."

Slowly turning to face him, all I said was "Please come to bed." His body physically sagged in relief at my words, as I watched him strip down to his boxer briefs.

Pulling back the covers, he helped me crawl into bed and get situated.  Laying on his side facing me, he said "I really do love you, Calli.  I hope you know this."  "Si, Vincenzo, I know this and I love you too."  Letting out a stiff breath, I laid my hand on top his and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come swiftly.