"𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙮.."
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"An angry woman with a gun aimed right to your heart is a dangerous thing" He murmured while slowly walking towards me until his chest was pressed against...
I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could down the hall and towards the stairways that led to the third floor hoping to God that Stacey was hiding there. The right move was to inform papa about what was going on but that thought vanished the moment I doubted papa's loyalty towards Uncle Ben too. What if he knew about all this and purposefully left the room? I couldn't let him know that I had caught on to the betrayal of uncle Fred. No. I wanted to find Stacey and bring her to our place before they harm her in any way.
"STACEYYY! Stacey, I'm not playing around come out right now!! We need to leave" I yelled from the third floor and that's when I heard it. Three gunshots.
I was frozen to the spot I was standing on. My breathing erratic and my heart threatening to come out of my body. I almost didn't hear the little hurrying footsteps coming from the eastern quarters of the floor. I abruptly turned back to see a girl running my way wearing a black jumpsuit over a simple white t-shirt. Her forehead was coated with beads of sweat and her breathing just as erratic as mine. Her grey-blue eyes wide in panic and fear.
"What's happening Lulu?" She whispered as she came to a stop just in front of me.
Without answering her I took her small hand in mine and ran to God knows where. The boys knew to go to papa when stuff like this happened. So I wasn't worried about them. I led her through the small spiralling stairways that the maids used and towards the huge laundry hall they had. Stacey wasn't making any kind of protest as I was running with her, tugging her left arm with my right arm. We reached the laundry hall to see different types of washing machines and huge baskets and cupboards. Even though the area was huge, almost all the space was occupied with different pieces of furniture and machines that we had plenty of places to hide. I pulled her towards the back of a row of old dryers, settling myself facing the rear of the dryers and pressing my back against the wall guiding her to sit in front of me. Her back flushed against my chest. I didn't realize she was crying until I took a look into her face from over her shoulders. I've never seen her cry before and I couldn't bear to watch it. "Everything is going to be okay Stacey. I'll talk to papa and take you away with us to New York." I cooed into her ears hugging her closely forcing her head gently towards my shoulder.
"It was my dad? They shot my dad?"
I shushed her unable to listen to the trembling of her voice.
"Luca!" I heard papa's voice coming from the doorway of the laundry room. "Luca we need to leave right now! Where are the hell are you!?"
Stacey held on to my arms not wanting to let go as she heard papa shouting my name. The heavy footsteps getting louder and stopping just in front of the dryers we were hiding behind. Our loud breathing was enough to give away the hiding place. Papa rounded the last set of dryers and stood by our side but I didn't want to let Stacey go and held her just as tightly.
"We need to leave son. Come on" He said now in a gentler tone seeing the state in which we were. He knew that we heard it. His eyes showed guilt and sympathy. He reached his hands out to take Stacey from my arms but I didn't budge. But there was only so much a 12-year-old could do against a 35-year-old Don. He forced Stacey out of my hold and hugged her closely kissing her forehead muttering apologies and telling her to take good care of herself. Just as I was about to pull her back towards my arms, four strong arms caught me and held me back from reaching her. "Ricardo, take him back to the car with the boys and leave immediately. I'll leave with Sonny" He ordered to one of his guards who accompanied us from New York.
"No papa we can't leave her!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the great Vito Lombardo who was known amongst the leaders as the kindest of all dons. I started struggling aggressively as they were pulling me back to the exit. I saw that Papa was holding Stacey back from me too as she tried to reach out to me. I tried to grab her arms but just as our skin made contact, one of the guards took a hold of it and threw me like a rag doll against his bulky shoulder and started walking towards the doorway with me still struggling and yelling. "Papaa we can't leave her!!! Pleaseee.."
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The last thing I saw was her exhausted figure fighting papa to get away from his hold while screaming my name. "LULUU!!"
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