BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

Jokes On You

I've got a baby on the way. I'm going to be a Pape. No matter how many time's I repeated those word's in my head it still didn't seem real. Sure I have thought about having my own kid's, just not like this.

Naturally Sam and I had discussed children but we both agreed we wanted to be established before we joined the parenting world. Sadly our plans never came to fruition. I always assumed that I'd eventually wed one of the mafia breed women and produce a few heirs. I couldn't see myself in another meaningful relationship after Sam until Ivy came along.

But that shit wasn't no relationship. That was just fucking, or at least that's what I assume. Ivy's feelings didn't match mine for her. Honestly we never discussed love or talks of commitment. We just fucked and argued. Maybe I should have admitted my feelings to her. I doubted it would have made a difference anyways. By her running off on me is a huge indicator of her feelings for me. That's all I need to know. Basically we were just two different people that let's our foolish pride overrule what we are really feeling. Ivy is just so damn independent and headstrong as me. As a matter of fact the only reason I'm doing this is because she's carrying my child. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't be helping her.

I have no inkling what Ivy's plans are once she's rescued but staying on in Russia is not an option. My baby will be raised among my Italian family. My child will not be raised in Russia or by their ways. After Ivy delivers my baby she can return to Russia alone if that's what she wishes but my child will remain by my side always.

Shaking my head free from those thoughts I focused on the matter at hand. I couldn't have my mind muddy before I went into battle. I needed to be alert and focused. The car pulled over to the curb and we exited. Adjusting our earpieces we all chattered out the plan to make sure everyone was in sync. Splitting up we took different routes on foot to the wedding location. When the wedding venue came into view I spotted a limo pull up to the entrance and out stepped Ivy dazzled in a wedding dress. My breath caught in my chest at the beautiful sight she presented. As I scanned her body I noticed the tiny bump that protruded from her belly. The dress fit snuggly but I noticed this even if other's didnt. I can recall how flat her stomach normally was. Her head turned to scanned the area as if she was searching for a sign from us. Suddenly her eye's settled on me and I knew that she saw me. Giving a slight nod I indicated that we was here and she nodded her head back indicating that she understood. That's when a man I assumed was her father jerked her by her arm gruffly and led her indoors. We waited until everyone was in the building and went to meet at our assigned locations and waited for Cole's signal before we bombarded the wedding.

About ten minutes later we heard Cole say through the earpiece that he was on his way in. The wedding music had barely begun when Cole entered dressed as a usher. "Well shit". He belted out. "I'm at the wrong wedding. Don't suppose anyone knows who Suckmadick is?"

I had to stifle my laugh as I heard a woman repeat. "Suckmadick? I don't believe I know Suckmadick?" She asked confused and I could hear my Pape chuckle through the earpiece.

Then crazy Cole laughed and said. "Well let me introduce ya". With that Cole starting firing his gun as Conner joined him. That was our cue to move in. Placing my hand on my gun I moved through the doors followed by my men. By the time I reached the reception area my Pape had emerged from the other side with his team and Marcus and his men were flooding  up from the basement. Already many men were lying dead as women and children ran screaming. I scanned the area for any sign of Ivy and I grinned when I spotted the hem of her white dress poking out from underneath a table.

Finally the bullets seized and most of my men were unharmed yet the Russians were down. Striding over to the table I flipped it up to find Ivy hunkered underneath. I was greatful that she decided not to join in on the action and put my child's safety first. Without any emotion I looked down on her. "We've got to stop meeting this way". I said dryly as I helped her up.

She gripped my arm urgently. "My father and Ricardo got away Dem. When Cole pulled his gun they darted off down that hall. Whistling for my men I took off in that direction. We discovered a broken window where they escaped. It struck me as odd that these men would have left Ivy behind alone in such a situation. None of us would dare leave our girl or child behind. Shows what type of cowardly  characters we were dealing with.

Heading back I walked up to Ivy. "Are you okay?" I asked mainly concerned for my child. "Yes" she nodded eagerly.

"Do you know where they might be hiding?" I asked.

Ivy shook her head. "No. But I don't think they'll go back to the house right now"

She would be right about that. They would be crazy to even consider that after what just happend. I nodded my agreement and then informed her if my rules. "We will continue searching for them. However in the mean time you will join me in New York until my baby is born. After that do what the fuck you want, I don't care but my child will remain with me." I paused to glance around the now shattered wedding hall then grumped out. "Congratulations on your wedding".

I stalked off before the sad look on her face crushed my soul and I gave in to the urge to lay my hand upon her belly and feel my creation.

We had made our final rounds and was preparing to leave when in waltzed my mom smiling like the Grinch who stole Christmas. Trailing behind her was the men that my Pape had appointed to stay back and protect her. In their grasp they held Mr. Kerverso and Ricardo. "You missing something boy's". She called.

"The fuck?" I questioned her as my Pape was mentally planning her murder.

Sighing she said. "Technically I didn't come London. I stayed about five hundred feet away just to be on the safe side. While I was waiting patiently I spotted these two asshole's climbing out a window so I caught them." She pointed at the Russian men and I noticed her hairpin knife protruding from Ricardo's ass cheek. Shrugging she said. "He called me a bitch so I showed him one. I thought about finishing them off but assumed you might have questions and let Ivy decide her father's fate".

That smart, clever woman. Without saying it she knew if Ivy chose to have her father killed no one would question  her loyalty to us anymore. Brushing her hands off as if she had just worked hard she sauntered over to the food table and poured herself a glass of wine and cut a chunk of cake. "No need to waste good cake and wine".

My Pape burst out laughing. "I'm so going to leave you here. I'm not bringing you back home with me woman".

Tossing my Pape a cookie she winked at him. "You wouldn't survive a day without me. Who else will show you how to tie your shoes using the bunny ear method".

My Pape continued to laugh as he made his way over to her when a shot rang out. Pape immediately shielded my mom as we all reached for our guns. Ricardo fell dead as I saw Ivy point the gun at her father. He laughed at her. "Do it if you wish but you'll never be able to rule as I did. You will fail and run this Empire to the ground."

"Fuck you". Ivy spat and sailed a bullet between his eye's.

We all turned and eyed the new ruler of the Russian mafia. The queen.

Ivy looked at my Pape and said sharply. "Shoot first, ask questions later right?"