His Light, Her Darkness

Chapter 70: See You On The Other Side

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I gaze at the black dress laid before me on my bed. It's long - Modest, the bottom lined with a black lace, and the main bodice being mostly shapeless. It looks appropriate for a funeral. Beside it lies the veil which I'm to wear. The thin piece of material which will determine whether I'm recognised or not.

A maid had brought it up early this morning, along with my medication, saying that Matteo had chosen it for me.

I put the pills into my mouth and swallow them with a glass of water. I make a face as they go down my throat, leaving an odd taste behind.

I haven't spoken to Matteo since last night, as I thought it'd be better to give him space. I think I also needed space to think about everything that is going to happen today.

After I had asked Luca for a gun, Stefano had decided to but into our conversation, with a sly smile on his face. He gave me a toothy grin and laughed.

"Non chiedere una pistola al ragazzo, ne ho molte che sarebbero di tuo gradimento." (Don't ask the boy for a gun, I have many that would be to your liking.) He said.

I turned to him expectantly. "Yeah?"

"Ci vediamo domani mattina davanti a casa alle otto e mezza." (See you tomorrow morning in front of the house at half past eight.)

I had looked back at Luca, who had been staring at me with a worried expression.

"What?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Be careful what you do with a gun."

I nodded and said my goodbyes, letting Stefano know that I would be there early the next morning to collect.

And now it's eight o'clock and I have half an hour until I get my hands on the weapon which will kill Harry.

Quickly showering, I get changed into the dress, and fix my hair as well as apply some makeup. I take Matteo's mother's ring that he had gifted me, and slip it off of my finger, placing it onto the basin.

I don't want anything to happen to it today.

By the time I'm done, there's a few minutes until half past eight and so I make my way to my door to head down stairs.

I make sure to check that the hall is empty before I hurry down to the front entrance, descending the marble staircase and slipping through the front door.

Outside is chaos.

Men and women are hurrying in every direction, carrying guns and weapons of all sorts. There has to be at least one hundred people scrambling around the place from what I can see and I look down at the ground, hoping no one will recognise me.

Men carry large crates of what I guess is weapons and ammunition from a truck to the garage which is to the side of the house. If I follow them, I'll probably be able to find Stefano, after all he is the one providing all the weapons.

I try to bend in with everyone, and casually make my way towards the garage. No one stops me, or tells me to get back inside, so I don't slow my pace and within a few seconds, I'm standing outside the four large garage doors which lie open, exposing the outside world to half a dozen beautiful sports cars.

They look untouched and pristine, highly contrasting the stacks of guns beside them in the old and worn down crates.

"Mia?" A voice questions, and I turn around to find Stefano behind me, clothed in a navy suit and smoking a thick cigar.

"Stefano." I acknowledge.

"Allora, hai idea di cosa vorresti? Ho abbastanza scelta. Facciamo in fretta, il tuo ragazzo non sarebbe felice di vedermi darti una pistola." (So, do you have any idea what you would like? I have enough choice. Let's hurry, your boyfriend wouldn't be happy to see me give you a gun.)