Chapter 227
Rachel
I hoped to be awake when Massimo came back to the room, but the jetlag got to me and I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Last night was weird. I knew Bernardi was one of the oldest Mafia families in Sicily but I didn’t imagine him being creepy and that was what he was creepy. I couldn’t wait to get back to our room, I don’t even think I tasted the food. And I was so grateful that Marco came down with Enzo and Luca last night. “Morning sweetheart” Massimo said as he walked into the room from the bathroom, with only a towel around his waist. I was drooling. “Morning Massimo, you are up early.” “We have to be, I was just about to wake you. Bernardi decided the meeting with the Cartel will be on Thursday, so I needed to get my facts straight before I see them.” “Wasn’t the meeting suppose to be on Friday?” “Yes Bella. I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t want that to be your first night in Italy.” “It’s not your fault Massimo we didn’t know he was going to show up.” “I know but I still feel bad. But you need to get up the plane is waiting for us.” “Okay okay can a girl get some coffee before she gets chased out of bed.” “Already ordered. It will be here when you get out of the shower” “You the best Massimo.” “Don’t forget that, Bella. And dress comfortably you going to walk a lot today.” “Okay Massimo” I said as I was walking into the shower. I was excited to see Milan, yes Massimo won’t be there but at least I’ll be able to explore, and Marco can show me around. I had a feeling Davide and Aldo were going to be busy with business and it will, just be me and Marco. I finished in the shower and got dressed in my comfortable jeans and a warm cardigan and some sneakers. I did my hair and make-up and went looking for Massimo. He was sitting on the patio with our breakfast. “This looks delicious Massimo.” “Well, I need to make up for last night sweetheart and I’m going to miss you today.” “What are your plans for the day Massimo.” “Well, we are flying with you guys to Napels then I’m going to see the head of the Polise as well as the Mayor of Napels. Believe it or not Bella but they do know who brings drugs into their cities.” “Why don’t they do anything?” “Money Bella everything comes down to money.” “That’s very true words Massimo money is a funny thing. I take it Marco will be the one showing me around Milan today and Davide and Aldo will be busy with business?” “Yes Bella but you don’t need to worry no one knows who you are in Millan. In Sicily I’m not so sure. I’m sure Bernardi already spread the news of our arrival and that you are my wife.” “It’s okay Massimo if we’re here you with me so that doesn’t bother me.” “Good, know let’s eat we have a lot to do today.” We ate our typical Italian breakfast consisting of pastries and coffee. I didn’t mind at all being pregnant I love pastries, maybe it’s because the two babies in my belly is half Italian. We finished our breakfast and found the guys in the foyer. Enzo was still walking on crutches. We all got in the SUV’s and was off to the airport. Luca drove to the airport and we all got out. There were two guys who moved the vehicles of the runway. “How long is the flight Massimo?” “You are dropping Luca, Enzo and me in Napels its about 55 minutes flight then your flight to Milan is 1hr and 25min.” “Jeez so I’ll be dead tonight as well.” “Sorry Bella.” “No problem, Massimo at least I’m going to see a new city, maybe I’ll get something cute for the babies.” “I’m sure you will.”
55 minutes later we landed in Napels, Massimo kissed me goodbye, and he was of. When we were back in the air I put my head back and I took a nap. I knew I would want to see as much as possible, so I needed my rest. I woke up later with Marco waking me up. “Rachel we’re going to land soon.” “Thank you, Marco.” When we got off the plane there was another black SUV waiting for us. Same as all the others we driven in. “Marco where can we drop you guys?” Davide asked ““At the Cathedral” Marco answered him. We drove for a while I was looking at all the buildings and trying to take pictures as we passed the buildings. Davide stopped in front of a huge Cathedral. Marco got out and said to them “Stai Attento.” Then he closed the doors and Davide and Aldo drove off. “What did you just tell them Marco?” “I told them to be careful. But let’s not think about them know I want to show you the Cathedral. I’m sure if you googled Milan this Cathedral would have come up.” “Guilty as charged” Marco just laughed at me. “It’s absolutely beautiful Marco.” “Then you should see it from the inside.” I took a few photos of the Cathedral and Marco took a photo of me in front of the Cathedral he said anyone who comes to Milan should at least have one photo in front of the Cathedral. Then we walked towards the Cathedral as we entered the first thing that caught my attention was the stained-glass windows and the columns. “This is stunning Marco.” “That it is, no matter how many times I’ve been inside the Cathedral it gets me every time.” “I can see why.” We wandered through the Cathedral and I must say I was missing Massimo, sharing this with him would have been so special. But I knew we where here for work not pleasure. Him just allowing me to take some of his men with me to explore is a big thing. We wondered a bit longer than Marco ask, “How do you feel about history?” “Since I know Massimo is a history buff I would love to learn more about Italy.” “Good, I want to take you on a tour of the painting of the Last supper, painted by Leonardo Da Vinci.” “That sounds amazing.” Marco took me to Santa Maria delle Grazie where the painting of the Last Supper was. When we entered the Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie Marco said “This transport you back to the 15th-century Milan, where the city was prospering beneath the rule of Ldovo Sforza. Rachel you should listen carefully to the guide he will point out the hidden meanings in each part of the painting.” When we were done at the Santa Maria delle Grazie I was tired, hungry and thirsty. “Marco, I need something to eat and drink know.” “No problem” he took me to a place called Via Montenapoleone or it’s also called Galeria Vittorio Emanuele II. We sat at a small restaurant eating the best sandwich I’ve ever had, and I had the best hazelnut ice latte. When we were done we walked past a few shops and I went into a few buying the twins the most beautiful baby grows and a vest that said “Amo Milano” (I love Milan). Marco got a call, and everything changed. “We need to go Rachel.” I was trained not to ask questions. Marco grabbed some of my bags and my hand leading me out of the mall. As we approached the entrance/exit I saw the SUV idling at the curve. Marco ran with me to the SUV and Davide chased away, I guess in the direction of the airport. I heard Massimo’s voice “Bella are you okay?” “Yes, Massimo but what is going on?” “The Cartel didn’t like Davide and Aldo asking questions, just do as they tell you Bella and you and the babies will be okay.” “Okay Massimo” his last words I didn’t understand “Teneria al sicuro.” Then he was gone.
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