Married to the mafia boss Series

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Gabe

I watch her go up and up and in my heart I know this is it.

I know this is it for me.

My path had turned into the fine line between life and death.

Right now it was looking more like I was verging over the edge and death would come for me.

I’d try my best to live and make it through this, because damn would I love the future I imagine with the girl of my dreams.

I’d change things up and to make everything better to raise a child. I think of the house in the country and taking Charlotte and the baby there every summer, or every chance I get.

She loved it there and it would be the perfect place for a kid to be a kid. All that land and beauty, the perfect place to get lost in. The same way I did when I was a kid.

And the same way my grandfather made sure my brothers and I got to be kids and live the adventure I’d do the same for mine, boy or girl.

The same way my father passes on his wisdom to each of us I’d do that too. Pa might have some ways about him that I don’t agree with but my mother is his consigliore in the hierarchy of the business. His most trusted.

Not a lot of bosses do that because the first rule is women out of business. For me Charlotte would be my queen in every essence of the word.

She would be that for me if I get the chance of the dream I want with her.

My chances right now look slim. Very slim.

I take my eyes off her as the rusty door flies off the hinges and the bastard barges through howling and wailing.

He sounds like some kind of hell beast. Not normal at all and completely fucked up. When he sees the elevator with Charlotte push through the opening and his chances of having her are gone, triumph takes me.

It takes me and I feel the thing I need to hang on to, to end this.

I remember that wish I made on my birthday.

I wanted to see my girl one last time.

I got that and I’ll take that with me. I’ll take that with me as the thing I got back. the thing I got that I never thought I’d have. My girl and she’s carrying my baby.

I can’t ask for more and I will end this bastard now.

I saved her.

Got her away from his ass and now I’m going to kill him.

Kill him fucking dead for everything.

This was the opportunity I wanted. Vincent knew that a guy like Tobias on the street wherever that street may be , Italy, Chicago, hell, anywhere, wherever it was he was dangerous.

Why?

There was no honor about him. Not even the proverbial honor among thieves or the gangsters we were. Tobias has no sense of finality. No offer or money can stop him from getting to the thing he wants. Nothing could appease him except for whatever he wanted which on this occasion happened to be my woman.

It was the same principle as De Lucca. He took Charlotte because he blamed Donny for his brother’s death and she would have stayed with him forever if he hadn’t been killed. I could have given Tobias the ten million I offered that motherfucker too, but it would have just made a small dent in his desire for her.

They both wanted her for different reasons.

Obsession took him, however, just as much as it fucking took me and now it’s come to this moment that had to happen no matter how it led us here.

I glare at this bastard who put her through so much.

He’s standing there wearing full black, his face contorted into a deep, heavy scowl, his hair down adding to the nightmare he is.

“Hello there,” I taunt. “I was wondering when you were going to show.” I laugh and whip out my guns training them on him in true badassery.

“You took her away from me,” Tobias wails stomping his foot on the ground. His shotgun hangs at his side.

It’s either he’s underestimated me again or he’s that mad that it’s made him stupid. I’m holding two fucking guns out to blow more than his dick off this time and he’s not thinking to at least raise his gun. Maybe he has turned stupid.

“She never belonged to you,” I inform him.

“Never belonged to you either.”

“Hmmm, so that’s where you’re wrong. She was always mine. Always. Heart, body, mind and soul. All mine. All of her mine. Nothing ever belonged to you and it never would no matter what you did, what you planned to do. So, King, here’s the situation, a little game for you of chess. Check fucking mate.” Enough talk, clock’s ticking.

I fire two bullets from my gun and he dodges them.

I need to get him in his head and I knew from the first show down it wouldn’t be easy. He’s fast and he can fight. He can fight to survive, that means he can dodge a bullet from a good shot like me.

He storms over to the path ahead with his gun outstretched and fires at me. It’s a good thing I’m quick too and just as skilled as him.

Better. I have my sanity on some level.

I’m not psychotic, but I am a Giordano and that automatically gives me the streak of insanity, encoded in my DNA.

“She was mine!” he shouts and his voice carries over the space surrounding up in an echo. “She was going to be mine. You motherfucker, you took her from me.”

Just looking at him now I can see the psycho he is. It’s blazing in his eyes and in his demeanor.

“Tobias Antonella, I don’t know what planet you’re on but I’m about to give you a rude awakening Giordano style. You fucking Antonellas think you’re hot shit. You haven’t really met me yet.”

I launch forward with my guns shooting. Time to cut past the shit and get this done and dusted, this prick dead.

He comes for me with his gun outstretched, shooting and evading my bullets.

I evade his bullets too and push full force with everything inside of me.

We come head to head in a collision when I propel myself forward and jump on him. I hit him in his face knocking him back and I end up on top of his miserable body on the ground.

He’s fast and feral. That’s what he uses to knock me off him, and fuck, I drop one of my guns.

I don’t let it faze me though. Can’t let it faze me. Instead I take the window of a second it gives me and I shoot him in his shoulder with my other gun as my back hit’s the ground.

Of course though, because he’s a wild animal it doesn’t take him down or do anything much to his ass. He comes for me again but I spring up from the ground and send a roundhouse kick to his chest.

That makes him fall back from the impact and the speed he came at me. Something falls out of his pocket.

It’s the fucking detonator for the bomb and as soon as it falls to the ground and smashes the timer on the fucking bomb drops by ten minutes.

Fucking fuck I now have five minutes.

Fucking five minutes. Tobias snarls when he sees that.

“You idiot!” he shrieks. “You fucking idiot.”

“I don’t think so. I should have ended you when I had the chance. I should have ended your ass then. I was playing nice, now I’m not.”

It’s now or never.

Now or never while he’s losing his shit and realizes he’s been caught in his own game.

I can see he’s not thinking straight and mad as fuck at me that I switched things up in such a way. If he dies in here this will really be the end. The Antonellas won’t think anything of it more than he got blown to shit in his own plot. That’s what it will look like. End to the fucking story.

He makes the mistake of jumping into the air to rush me again, but I lift my gun and fire that single bullet I’ve been hoping for all this time.

It gets him in his head.

It gets’ him in his head and because he’s so close the blood splatters everywhere, all over me.

Rage takes me and the release of getting this son of a bitch that I don’t just stop with the one bullet though. I shoot him again and again.

Five times in the head as he crumples to a heap on the ground.

I would continue but the fucking bomb now tells me I have three minutes.

Three minutes to get the fuck out of here.

Three minutes and I want to take the chance fate or God or whatever power that be is handing my ass to live.

I run down the path to the corner hoping there might be another elevator shaft. I can’t remember the map. I lost track of everything when we came in here so I’m running not knowing where I’m going.

I’m doing what Tobias intended for me.

Running around for my life in the trap he set.

I hear water when I round the corner. It’s ahead. I run top speed but I can’t see anything before me. All I hear is the flow of the river.

Time is going I know. Clock’s counting down.

Then Boom!

The ground shakes and my being shakes with it.

Suddenly the area lights up with the orange glow of fire.

I glance behind me and see the mass. It whooshes forward catching up with me in a rage and everything everywhere crumbles.

The fire engulfs me just as I fall.

I’m falling, and falling.

Falling and I don’t know when I’ll hit whatever I’ll hit.

As I go down I think of Charlotte and how I love her.

My girl and my baby. I love them both.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.