The news shocked me to the point of silence, I havent responded to any of Macus's questions. I could hear him yelling frantically through the phone. He was so worried. Suddenly our previous argument meant nothing as the dark cloud of what could happen to me loomed over us. I just didn't understand. Why would you demand money, but stay anonymous? Are they trying to play a trick on us? Because it is so not amusing to me,
"No shut the fuck up I'm speaking. I need to know who it is or I wont be able to pay them off," He screamed into the phone, I could feel the anger and desperation rolling off of him in waves. "No , obviolusly not asshole. If I knew I wouldn't be calling..Yeah? No just tell me the fucking address the letter was sent from.. What the fuck do you mean you don't keep those records? My wife is going to be killed you fucking prick."
I winced at the mention of death, I couldn't die. I was just too young. And if they were going to kill me, couldn't they have at least waited until after the honeymoon? It's commom courtesy sheesh. "Why didn't you say that earlier?! What did he look like? What was he wearing, what car was he driving? Oh? Okay thanks." He hung up the phone and rushed over to me. "Babe, Giovanni Vincenzo, do you know him?" I froze. Marcus looked into my eyes pleadingly. And I just dropped my head and covered my face with may hands. "Lyssa baby, I need you to answer me, this is important."
"Yes. Yes, I know him." He looked relieved while I tensed. What could Giovanni want after so many years? We were kids when I met him. Before I was introduced to this life. This second life. He'd developed a crush on me and things got a little more serious, but I hadn't heard from him in so long. This was crazy, this was all just so insane.
"I need you to tell me everything. Is there a reason for this? Do you owe him anything does he have anything on you?" I shook my head no, not that I remember. He took my hand and looked into my eyes again, "Babe, you'll be fine. You know I would never let anyone hurt you right?" I nodded.
"Why would he of all people wan to hurt me? We were so close, I just don't understand." I said honestly. I had literally done nothing to upset him.
Marcus sighed into my neck and held me close. "Nobody is going to hurt you, I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. I'll figure this out, I'm so sorry I brought you here." This had to be the most disastrous honeymoon of all time.
I woke up the next morning to shouting in the living room. I checked the clock, 5:00 a.m. What is going on. When I stepped into the hall I could see Marcus speaking with somebody in front of him, who's back was turned to me. I approached slowly. "Babe?" I said slowly, quietly.
His eyes flashed towards me momentarily before telling me with his hand to go back to the room, but before I could the mystery man turned around and smiled.
"Ah, there goes my beautiful fiance." My eyes widened as I took him in, Giovanni had definitely done some growing up. But this is not how I'd planned to be greeted by him.
"You asshole. Why would you ever do something like that to me, I h-" He laughed and put his arms around me. I pushed him away and glared at him. How dare he just come in here all holly jolly when he sent out someone to kill me?
"Come on babe, it was just a joke." I scoffed. A joke, a joke? This is what he considers as funny? I walked up to him and glared once more.
"I need you to stay away from me okay. Are you insane? How dare you just march in here like everything is okay. I was going crazy, my husband was going crazy!" He looked at me with the most confused expression ever.
How ironic. He's confused. Yeah cause he's the one with the hit on his life. Asshole.
"Your what?" He asked slowly.
"My husband, you heard me." I said with all the attitude I could in my voice. He looked twice between Marcus and I and became furious.
"You're my fiance. What do you mean your husband?" He looked down at me, "we're engaged." I walked away from him and stood with Marcus, who hadn't said anything since Giovanni entered the house. His head snapped up however, when those words left Giovanni's lips.
"You're what?" He said angrily.
"Fuck." I said in my head. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
