Back In Providence
Landing in Providence, Zorah felt her heart was quite possibly going to leap from her chest out her mouth and onto the tarmac outside the plane.
“You really don’t like flying,” Chester mentioned holding her hand gently.
“I don’t like flying and I really didn’t realize how much I never wanted to come back here,” she looked out the window while the plane taxied to a stop. “It’s overwhelming.”
“It’s going to be okay. If at any time this is too much, you let me know and I’ll get you out of here.”
“Thanks Dad,” she didn’t miss the smile on his face at her words.
When the doors of Orlando’s jet were finally opened, and she was clamouring down the metal steps in a rush while she considered kissing the ground. There’d been a lot of turbulence on the flight from Florida.
“Where are we going first?” she asked as a large group of men moved to surround her and keep her safe as she was quickly escorted to a waiting car.
“We will be taking you to a safe house. Once we figure out what next steps the Lucchesi family have in place for Ippocrate Giannone, then we’ll sort out the plans for you.”
“Okay.” She took a breath. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“We know,” Keturah said holding her hand as she sat beside her. “We’re not leaving you, Zorah. Not for a second. We’ll be with you all the way.”
“When are you going to tell Dagoberto you are here with me?”
Keturah grimaced, “I’m going to get my ass handed to me.”
“You think they’ll be angry?” Orlando questioned.
“Dagoberto will be upset I didn’t call in and I didn’t let anyone know where Zorah was. My father is likely going to want to give me grief.” Keturah sighed, “they may remove me from Zorah’s protection detail. I was really looking forward to living in New York.”
“Dagoberto will not be upset with you,” Zorah argued. “You were protecting me and proving yourself. You did what was best for me.”
“I got caught.” Keturah laughed.
“Yeah, but you got caught by a team of mercenaries who were all trained SEALs and Special Ops.” Orlando agreed with Zorah. “We’re a tough group to get anything past.”
“I wish I could argue with you because you really have a big head about it, but your team is pretty good,” Keturah nodded.
Zorah’s phone rang and she noticed it was Icaro. He was reaching out for the first time in two days. She knew he and Dagoberto reached out to Chester and Orlando to arrange things and discuss their plans, but he’d not reached out to her directly at all. Now, when she was stuck in a car with her father, uncle, and Keturah, he was calling.
She reluctantly answered. “Hello,” she looked out the window past her father, her chin set and her lips in a straight line.
“Hi Zorah. How are you? Where are you now?”
“I’m in a car heading to a house.”
“You’re in Providence.”
“I am.”
“You are sounding short with me.”
“I’m in a car with three other people. It’s hardly a situation where I can have a private conversation.”
“You’re angry.”
“You didn’t talk to me Icaro. You called my father and my uncle and discussed me with them, but you didn’t call me and talk to me.”
“I wanted to, but Dad ordered me not to.”
“What? Why?”
“I might be a grown man but when the Don of my family gives an order, I obey it, Zorah but I promise you, I wanted to call. Dad is convinced this confrontation is the best thing for you. He feels strongly you need this closure. I am not as certain as he is, and I think this is going to cause you more harm than good.”
“Dagoberto wants me to do this, but you don’t?” she swallowed the nerves in her throat.
“No. I don’t. Your father and uncle also don’t think you should be doing this but we’re going to support your choices. Dad felt if I got you on the phone before you landed in Providence I would talk you out of it.”
“What exactly are you going to talk me out of?”
“Confronting your uncle. You once said to me you didn’t want me to expose what he’d done because everyone would know it was you and you would be embarrassed. I don’t want to put this on you, Zorah.”
“I’m scared Icaro,” she admitted as Chester reached over and patted her knee reassuringly.
“I knew you would be. Let me do what I do best and deal with Ippocrate and you can forget this. Go to the safehouse your uncle set up for you and I will go and put the dog down and we’ll meet up after and move forward in our lives.”
“I want to see him.” She felt the tears on her cheeks before she even realized she was crying. “I want him to know he’s a disgusting man who I have no respect for. He was always yelling at me telling me I owed him respect and reverence because he was a man of God. I want to see the house he worked on which was going to be my prison. I want to face him in that house, and I want to tell him to his face, I know what he is and what he’s done and then I want him to know he lost. I also,” she took a deep breath, knowing she hadn’t said this to her father or uncle, “want to make him write a confession to his bishop along with the photos which are inappropriate of me he’s stored in his house. I want him to lose the respect of his superiors before he dies.”
“You want to make him out himself to his boss?”
“Yes. He’s always been the bishop’s favorite because he brings in the money and he run such a tight ship. I want his reputation destroyed before he dies.”
“They will know who killed him if you do this.”
“Will they?” Zorah asked quietly. “What if he commits one more sin and kills himself?”
“You think he’ll kill himself?”
“I’m thinking my husband is known as the Beast but maybe just for once he can be a little less beastly and a bit more delicate and stage it to look like a suicide. We can leave a note in his handwriting. I’m sure you can make him write something.”
Icaro chuckled. “You are surprising me my bride.”
“I’m angry, Icaro. Today I am angry. Tomorrow, when this is all over, I might be sad and upset over the events but right now I’m mad as hell, and I want him to pay.”
“Then tomorrow, when you are sad, I will hold you in my arms until the sadness goes away.”
“I will see you soon, Icaro.”
“Yes, you will, my love.”
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