The Don

53

Dario

"Your irritation is evident brother." Rafael spoke and I could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

"This woman." I chuckled lightly.

"This woman keeps digging herself a deeper grave." I added.

"It's been less than twenty four hours, she isn't far." Marcel said sounding confident.

"I am glad you think that way Marcel because I'm putting you in charge in bringing my wife back to me."

"Should've kept your mouth closed Marcel." Rafael joked.

"I have no issue with that but why me though?" He questioned.

"I have enough on my plate right now with all that's been going on. Besides, I fear if I get Kiara myself I will be returning with her corpse."

"Leave it to me then."

"I have. I don't know what could've made her lose her sanity like this. Trying to run from me while the De Lucas are out for blood and leaving our son behind without a second thought." The woman continues to surprise me.

"Rafael what about Kiana?" Trust Marcel to remember the friend.

"Don't worry, whatever she knows I will extract it from her soon enough."

"I doubt she did or she would've probably left with Kiara. It makes no sense for them to go on that little lunch date and only one of them leave-

"Enough Marcel! Stop trying to make sense out of the situation. There is no way to truly understand what these women were thinking, if they were thinking at all." I said.

"No matter they will be dealt with accordingly." Rafael said as he stood to leave.

Marcel seemed uneasy a bit. Surely he could not be feeling pity for these women. Regardless, I know he will do what needs to be done. He will do whatever it takes.

Kiara

"Aren't you scared you're infiltrated here? There's like no security."

"Of course not because it's hard to get a man who isn't influenced by the Romanos. This is my own sanctuary. I come here when I want to be away from the city. No one knows about this place."

"Who would've thought. I wouldn't take you for the cottage type Sergio."

"I'm not, my home back in the city is like your typical mansion."

"Ofcourse it is." I mumbled.

I've been here for just about a day and honestly Sergio hasn't been smothering me or making me uncomfortable. He had actually given me my own space. The only time I've seen him other than now is when he was attempting to make breakfast in the kitchen this morning. When it comes to cooking, the man is a hopeless case. I can't even begin to describe what was on his plate. I can only imagine his stomach on a daily basis. I still don't trust him but since I accepted his hospitality temporarily, it isn't too much for me to help in the kitchen which is why I cooked this afternoon. At least that's one thing I'm thankful to Dario for, although I could've probably learnt how to cook on my own.

I wondered how Dario would track me down. I didn't have the phone he gave me, Sergio took extra precautions to ensure that he wasn't seen. Apparently he didn't even drive his own vehicle to the restaurant and bonus for him the cameras were done. I vaguely remember Dario wanting to replace the cameras that were already installed. I was against it but despite it being my restaurant he had the last word in that decision. Apparently while I was there, the men had just uninstalled the old ones and were in the process of replacing them so the chances of him being spotted on a screen in unlikely. The way he explained it all to me almost seems like he had this plan in his head for a while but then the cameras being down on that day really just seem like a coincidence to me. Sergio even had me remove my wedding ring because apparently Dario had a tracking device in it. I never thought of that but I still wasn't too surprised by it.

"What's on your mind?"

"Just how beautiful these flowers are." I half lied. The flowers were indeed beautiful it's just not what I was thinking about.

"Indeed they are. I admire flowers alot because they remind me of my deceased mother."

"That's sweet. You hardly hear a man gushing over flowers anyway."

"Hm I suppose it is out of the norm."

His phone rang and just then something hit me. What if they're able track his phone here. Sergio must have noticed my panicked expression because his questioning look was directed at me.

"What if Dario tracks your phone here?"

"He would have to firstly suspect me to do such a thing and as it stands, he is under the impression that you simply left him...again."

"Whaaattt!?"

"Non è un problema. Significa-"
(It's not a problem. It means-)

"It means that you're in the safe zone but I'm in the red zone! Wtf, do you know what that man will do to me when-

"Non ti farà del male perché non ti troverà. Mi assicurerò che Kiara."
(He will not hurt you because he will not find you. I will make sure of that)
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Today I felt strange. There were no maids, no scary-looking guards, no chefs and not even animals. There was just me in this little cottage. Sergio was out for most of the day attending to his work duties leaving me all alone. I was surprised that he left me by myself. Does he trust me enough not to run away? Sure, he said that I wasn't a prisoner but actions speak louder than words. Then again, when I really think on it I am indeed a prisoner because Dario has this idea that I ran from him. If I were to go outside and be spotted I can't even bring myself to imagine the repercussions. I hate to admit it but for now, this cottage just might be my safe haven. I don't know how safe it is or if it truly is safe. I don't even understand Sergio's intensions or how his mind works.

What if he watches me whenever he leaves. I haven't spotted a single camera in sight but that doesn't heal my paranoia. Who could blame me for being paranoid anyway? I've been through a whole lot and I have no reason to trust this man. He claims he has good intensions but the fact of the matter is he still kidnapped me,  he works for the man who has caused me pain the past few years and let's not pretend that my current predicament isn't because he forgot to pull out.

I won't give these men a reason to look at me as the foolish little American girl. I won't be naive not with them. I have every reason to be weary and on alert. First and foremost I'm dealing with mafia men. It doesn't get any more dangerous than this. My association with them alone has my life on the line. I wasn't born into this lifestyle I was dragged into it. Now my life is in danger because of this. I'm still on edge sometimes when I see the guns in the waistbands of these men. I'll be damned if I don't live by the gun and still end up dying by one. I have alot more to live for now. My son is everything to me and as much as I want him in my arms Sergio convinced me that I need to focus in staying low, out of sight and safe. Then I can make up a plan to get my son because according to him, right now he is safe with Dario. I swear all these men are delusional. Of course Dario may not be an affectionate parent but he does take the safety of our son seriously. However, he still can't guarantee anything, not when he's at war at least. I accept that the best thing to do right now is to listen to Sergio for now because he is the only thing preventing Dario from killing me. Inevitably my life is in his hands.

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