Chapter 222
Rachel
I woke myself up with a gut-wrenching scream. I was hot and confused. ‘Where was I?’ I got my bearings as Massimo ran into the room. “Bella, Bella are you okay?” “Yes Massimo, just a nightmare.” “What happened? How did I get here?” he sat next to me on the bed and took my hand. “You wanted to go to the coffee shop when we got outside you froze. I had to put you in the car, the only thing you kept on saying was you’re cold.” “Well, I’m very hot know.” “That’s a good sign.” “I brought you home and a doctor came to see you, he said it was shock and gave you something to relax. Then I put you to bed. And here you are now.” “Oh” was all I could say. Shock, I couldn’t believe I acted like that over shock. “Thank you, Massimo, thank you for looking after me.” “Always Bella, always.” “Can we get something to eat, I’m hungry.” “Off course Bella, that’s what I was busy doing when I heard you scream.” “I’m sorry Massimo.” “Stop apologizing Bella” Massimo took me down stairs and I grabbed my ice coffee we got at the coffee shop. I sat on the kitchen counter while he made us some sandwiches. “You need help?” “Will you if I asked you to?” “If I have to.” “No, it’s fine I got this.” He finished making our sandwiches then we went and sit in the living room in front of the fire place. “I see know why you like it here so much Bella, I always looked at it as a place to escape but not a home. I spoke to the real estate agent and asked her to put your request in, she’ll let us know as soon as possible. I also told her if they want to sell any other furniture in the house, she should let us know.” “That’s a good idea Massimo, I only know what I want to do with the twin’s room and my study.” “What do you want to do with your study?” “Basically copy and paste, I love my office in the penthouse.” “That makes me very happy. We can get an interior designer for the rest Bella don’t worry about any of that you need to worry about your health know. No more forcing ourselves to face anything traumatic. I’m putting my foot down.” “But I have to?” “No Bella you don’t have to. We’ll tackle everything as it comes, we are not forcing anything anymore.” “I understand Massimo, I’m not happy but I understand.”
Massimo
I decided to tell Bella enough is enough we are not forcing issues anymore. She can’t do it to herself anymore. She needs to heal on her own time not forcing the issue. I will not lose her ever again. If it’s health or crime, not going to happen. Bella and I ate and chatted about our new home I think I was more excited than she was. I could just see the children running around, I could also see the security will be better and a house for the men is the best, then no one needs to leave. I know I have to think of the day when one of the men gets a girlfriend or wife, but not sure how things will work then. I must admit I was very excited to buy myself a boat, I saw there was a boathouse and what is a boathouse without a boat. Bella and I made plans to go out for dinner later that evening. I decided to make reservations at a restuarant a few streets away from the coffee shop. I can't put her through that again. We decided she's going to watch some TV and I needed to catch up on my e-mails.
The e-mail that catches my eye was an e-mail from Edcardo. It was a total back ground check of the reporter. ‘Fuck’ I told the guys to stay away. I opened the e-mail. The reporters address, his parents’ names and addresses, his e-mail address his cellphone numbers, his blood type, bank statements, social security number, previous articles he did on gangs in different states. I read one and I must give it to him he was good. We definitely need to stop this guy; he digs deep into every article he writes. I forwarded the e-mail to Damon, maybe he can give me insight in this guy or just another point of view. The next e-mail that catches my attention was the one from Frank. Apparently, he spoke to Officer Hancox and he will get of our back. It’s an FBI investigation and everyone needs to get on board with that. “Thank God for Frank.” I thought. Hopefully the same e-mail went through to the NYPD. After I answered another few e-mails I went looking for Bella, she was passed out on the coach the sanative probable haven’t worked out yet. That’s when my phone rang. I look at the caller ID and saw it was Bernardi, this is not going to be good news. “Bernardi?” “Marchetti, thank God you answered, the Cartel wants to meet earlier, they already started to sell drugs in Milan that we know of they are not sticking to our deal.” “When should I come through?” “As soon as possible Marchetti, we need to get this deal to go through they need to withdraw out of Italy.” “Okay Bernardi, I’ll give you a call later and tell you when I’ll be there.” “Are the other families on board Marchetti?” “Yes, they on board, we all know we don’t have a choice Bernardi, not if we want to keep Italy Mafia ground.” “Thank you Marchetti.” “It’s not like you giving me or anyone else choice Bernardi.” “Desperate times Marchetti, desperate times.” When I put the phone down, I knew if the Cartel started in Milan they won’t stop, especially if it's going well. I'm not sure how we ever going to get them out of Italy know. The shit just got real ...
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