Bella Mafia

Chapter 94

Vincent sat, holding Lorenzo and Luciano both, and thinking about their future, his future and her future and all this did was take him back to the day when they'd finally captured Meena.  She had fractured apparently, mentally.  She no longer made sense and all it did was make Vincent want to end her suffering...quickly.

The majority of his heart wanted to make her hurt, wish for death and the minority was so much like Calli and just this once he was going to lie to her and make her believe that Meena went quickly.  She didn't need to know the rest.

(* shows the beginning of where Vincent is thinking back to what he did to the Agassi's and you'll find one (*) at the end, showing that his reminiscing has concluded.) 

*Vincent walked around Meena, slowly, his anger overshadowing the fact that she was no longer aware of anything going on around her, and all he  wanted was to make her hurt, the way she had made Calli hurt.

"Meena, Meena, Meena" Vincent's frigid voice broke the heavy atmosphere of the humid cell, where the focus of his rage sat tied to a chair, looking scared as sh*t.  Vincent brought back his hand and swung forward with all his might.

Meena's head forcibly went back, snapping back into place quickly.  "I loved you Vincent" Meena's pitifully empty voice rang out.  "I was willing to keep that whore alive because she tricked me by saying you would hate me if anything happened to your child or Bri, you can't really love her Vincenzo.  You love only me."  She was gone, she had officially checked out.

He couldn't stand it any longer and so reciting the Lord's Prayer, he walked in behind her and gently wrapped his forearms around her neck and within a blink of an eye, the quick cracking of bones signified very clearly what had just happened.

Making the sign of the cross, he laid her with care on the concrete floor and would have Dom disappear her body and now it was time to take care of Dante Agassi.  

Vincent readied himself by removing everything but his dress pants.  He was shirtless and his feet bare as he began to circle the table where the man lay tethered and Vincent like a vulture circling for its meal.

His prisoner was stubborn and made no attempt to talk, plead or anything other than just laying there still and quiet.  

Don Siranni pulled back his fist and the next pass around Dante, Vincent let him have it, smack in the jaw and the measure of it's effectiveness was to watch the teeth that went flying from his mouth.

The man grunted and was slow bringing his head back to the upright position but managed and was once again back to that staunch, stubborn expression.  Vincent was going to get a workout tonight, for sure.

Wanting this over as soon as possible, Vincent made a decision to do it that night, get it over with, so he could go home with his family, relax and enjoy spending time with their sons.  His sons...God it sounded wonderful!

Luciano would be the direct heir and boss and Lorenzo would be his second, his Under Boss, which meant that starting at the tender age of ten, they will start their grooming and training for the roles they will play in their adult life.

"So, how's the little spawn?" Dante's voice a very disrespectful sneer.  Walking to the side of the bed and gripping his chin roughly, Vincent said "It's true, you do have a death wish."  Agassi scoffed and said "I just speak the truth.  You should have married Meena, not Antoine Mancini's little bitch prude.

James bragged about how she'd given him her virginity, how he f*cked her and two hours later, she found him in one of her father's clubs, getting sucked off by a dancer!" he said with way too much glee in his voice.

Vincent was seeing spots by this time, his blood pressure was through the roof and his body felt physically hot because of his anger that was raging inside and Dante Agassi was about to suffer for it.

He grabbed a bat, leaning lonely and used looking, in he corner and when his eye landed on it, he knew that was it, the instrument of justice and it would sure as hell make him feel better too.

The cracking of the shoulder bones and his shrieking wails of pain let him know right away that his left shoulder was pulverized and now to be keeping it company, he slugged at the other shoulder and the same thing repeated itself.

"That.is.my.wife" Vincent panted, his chest heaving from the exertion he just endured.  "Keep your filthy f*cking mouth shut, unless you get off on the pain of what I'm doing to you.  Is that it?  Does it get you hard, Dante?"  All he was doing now was taunting the man, hoping for a reason to use his Louisville Slugger.

"I think she would have eventually spread her legs for me if...." Dante never got to finish his sentence because Vincent had already connected with the side of his head, blood splatter coating everything as he continued to hit the man until nothing was left.

Vincent Siranni looked like something from Stephen King's Carrie, but in the male lead role was Vincent, completely covered with Dante's blood, looking very much like a Viking returning from a raid.

Looking at Franco and Niccola, they knew it was clean up time and when they were finished there would be no evidence of any kind that a brutal slaying had taken place there.  It was nothing but a room in a warehouse.*

Lorenzo fussing is what brought Vincent back and when he looked down at his son and was amazed at how much of Calli was in his features.  He had her eyes and the top portion of his lip was shaped like hers, but the rest was Vincent, through-and-through.

"Babe, you awake?" he called out to Calli.  "Yeah, can you bring Lorenzo to me and I'll start feeding him while you see to Luciano's diaper" she directed and he never made any complaints about taking care of his sons, in all capacities, and brought her Lorenzo and then carried his brother to the changing table.

"Ah, Lorenzo!" he heard Calli groan and he couldn't help but smirk.  Those were his boys alright and they understood just how important that part of their mommy was, as he had appreciated so many times in the past and definitely more in the future.

If you were to ask Vincent what his top two exciting things for the year would be, his answer would be: 1) Marrying Calli and 2) The birth of his sons, his legacy and heirs.  It was all exactly how he wanted it, the beautiful wife, the home, the cars, the job but above all else, his boys.

Walking over to Calli, he laid Luciano in her free arm and picked up Lorenzo to go change his diaper and lay him in his little bed, provided by the hospital, and when she had finished all of the feedings, both boys went down without a sound.

Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down and his hands on either side of her head.  "You are Super Woman" he breathed against her lips before kissing her.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Calli whispered back, his eyes drinking her in.  He nodded and said "I will always tell them what a wonderful mother you have been, how they need to respect you and love you.  Our children are very lucky, Calli."

"I happen to think that our children are very lucky getting you as their dad" she said sweetly.  "They will be able to learn everything they need to learn, understand their history and culture and what it means to be apart of a famiglia."

Damn, she was so sexy when she talked like that!