Chapter-4

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"What the hell do you mean the treaty is off!?"

"I mean that the treaty is off."

I stood up and shook my aching wrist.

"Don't tell me you believe this little bitch!"

Angelo sighed.

"Marino. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

   "No! I want a damn explanation!"

"Fine."

Angelo stalked towards Warren.

"You, Marino, killed the mother of my kid. And I can't let that pass. La famiglia è prima di tutto. You know that's our family motto." He said in his face.

  Marino was speechless, just like me.

He referred to me as his kid.

The only person that ever saw me as their anything, was my mom.

"Adaline wanted to die. She knew what would happen each time she spoke about another man."

I flinched. I didn't want to think about those times.

   "Doesn't matter Marino. Now, I'm afraid we must go, but I would love to kill you sometime." Angelo said with a clearly fake smile.

  I quickly followed after him.

"Ugh! That girl is such a bitch!" Warrens... friend said.

Angelo waved his hand, without even looking behind him.

    "Yes Capo." I heard Gino say.

I saw him pull a gun from his waistband.

I turned around so I wouldn't face him, and it was just in time to hear nothing but a gunshot.

   Great... murder. Gross.

Angelo led us to the car, and got into the drivers seat, Gino in the passengers, and myself in the back.

"Mercury, what motel are you staying at?" Asked Gino.

"Elias inn. Why?"

"We are getting your things...duh."

"And where the hell am I staying?"

He gave a hopeful look to Angelo.

"No."

"Oh come on! What if Marino goes after her again?"

"Look, I said I might help. I helped."

Gino scoffed.

"Yeah. Barely. All you did was end a thirty year old treaty."

"Yes. That's what I like to call helping little brother."

"Angelo Vincenzo Adam Lesca!" Gino yelled at him.

"Damn. Full name. You're in trouble big guy." I said as I patted Angelos shoulder.

Angelo groaned.

"Are you really going to leave your baby daughter, My baby niece, at some shitty motel?!"

Angelo groaned again and sighed.

He looked in the rear view mirror at the exact same time I did, and met my eyes for a few moments.

"Ugh! Fine!"

He grabbed Gino by the collar tightly.

Gino was still smiling in victory.

"And if you ever use my full name again, I'm telling mom about the time you stole half of her wine from the cellar."

Gino immediately dropped the smile and nodded his head.

"Well." I started. "If it makes you feel better, I have two middle names too."

"That doesn't make me feel better kid." Angelo said at the same time as Gino, as he asked "What's your full name?"

"Mercury Angela Rosemary Dubois."

"Huh. It sure does sound a lot like your named after Angelo." Gino said with a smirk towards his brother.

"That's it." He said grabbing his phone.

"Wait no! I promise I'll be good!"










We pulled up in front of the place I had been staying at.

"Why would you throw my phone out the window?!" Yelled Angelo as he shut the door.

"You were about to call mom!"
"Sei una troia ignorante."

I grabbed the room key from my back pocket and walked in.

"Holy hell." I said.

The room had clearly been ransacked.

Warren.

"Looks like you found us just in time." Gino said lowly.

My mind went to the most important things I own.

Moms stuff, and my chef knives.

I raced to the bed, or what was left of it, and flipped it over.

    I had cut a small incision on the bottom of it, put everything in, then stitches it up.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it hadn't been broken.

  "Do either of you have a knife?" I asked.

"Why would you need a knife?" Gino responded.

   I pointed to the stitch pattern in the mattress.

"Ugh. Kid, what the hell did you put in there?" Angelo asked, clearly annoyed.

   "Well, you would know if either of you people had a knife."

  Angelo groaned again and rolled his eyes before crouching down next to me, and skillfully ripped the seam in half.

   "Thank you."

I pulled out everything I had kept in there.

The first thing we're my rolled up knives.

I put them in Ginos hands.

The second thing I pulled out was a simple wooden box, detailed with carvings of flowers.

  I threw open the top of it, and I was relieved to see that everything was there.

   "You were hiding ribbons?"

The box was full of different colored ribbons. That's all that was there.

   "They were moms. I have always kept one of her ribbons on me since the day she died."

   "Don't tell me Adaline kept wearing those stupid ribbons in her hair for the past fifteen years."

   "You know she did." I responded.

I looked down at the pair of vans I had on, and lifted my right leg.

   A black ribbon was my shoelace.

"Told you."

Angelo rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Now hurry up. I'm starving, and in order to stay with me at my place, you're doing the cooking."

   "Oh. I am so staying over for dinner." Gino chimed in in the background.

  "Good luck with that, because he has pretty much nothing in his kitchen, and anything he does have is healthy." I retorted as I

    "Just make a list, and I can have someone get it. It can be back by the time we are, that is if you hurry up."

  Jackass.










We pulled up to the outside of Angelos apartment.

  Am I really going to live with the man that had been absent all my life? The one my mom left all those years ago?

  I sat there for a moment, finally coming to terms with what had happened in the past few hours. Now, I knew my answer.








   Hell yes. Let's do this thing.

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