Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Twenty - Six: Guess Who's back?

One year later

Vincent Mario Giovanni

I love her, she is my amore, my donna, my heart, I love her more than I let on and when she betrayed me, I couldn't help but love her more because even in that I saw how loyal she was to the people she cared about, she could have shot me that night, but she didn't, that means that she too felt something.

It's been a month since I got out, Gio is still on the inside but he gets out tomorrow, he has a son now, AJ, a beautiful little bambino, just like his father, the intense blue eyes and blonde hair, he'll make a great member of the mafia, I've been keeping an eye of him and his mother, I owe it to Gio, he is my brother after all. Monica doesn't work anymore, she spends most of her time indoors looking after AJ and running errands every other day, Juliet, comes in to visit at least three times a week, just spend time with her godson and help around the house, with the way she handles AJ I can tell she'll be a great mother to our children.

You must think I'm a weirdo for spying and that is true, but I am no weirdo, just a man in love, looking out for his lover, unknowingly, like a guardian angel. With her FBI skills, I'm surprised she hasn't caught me yet, but I guess my skills are better.

I'm sitting in my car outside Juliet's apartment building, waiting for her to return home, it's past midnight and she's been out with a couple of friends, they were at my bar, confirmed and verified by my men.

A car pulls up on the side of the road and a man steps out, I can't see who he is, but I already don't like it, she comes out and she's drunk, she's giggling and stumbling around while he has his arm around her waist, making sure she doesn't fall over, the man pays the driver and they head inside, who is this little rat?

The car drives off and he wraps his other arm around her waist kissing her lips, she kisses back, and my heart breaks a little, he's just a rebound, I tell myself, so I let it play on and soon they head into the apartment, holding hands and laughing.

I sigh, let her have her fun, you haven't been around to satisfy her so, she found. someone temporary, don't go crazy.

Before I know it, I find myself on her apartment floor, watching them enter her apartment, they close the door shut and I growl, dammit. I went back to my car and pulled out my binoculars from the backseat and entered my apartment building that was across the street, my apartment was direct across from hers.

Too much, no, it's not enough.

I quickly rushed to my apartment and locked the door, I looked out my kitchen window and there she was with her back to me, she was undressing.

Maybe he left.

He makes an appearance on the other side of the room, half-naked or fully naked, he has this smirk on his face, he walks to her and kisses her, before ripping her bra off her body.

That was my job, and he did it wrong.

I can't watch this and close my blinds; I walk over to my fridge and take out some leftover pasta that my sister brought over. I chuck it into the microwave and warm it up.

The lonely life of a bachelor.

The microwave dings and I take the container out, dishing the contents onto a plate and walking out of the kitchen to my couch, I turn the tv on and I'm on the news, my case has been dismissed, because all allegations and what I was being charged with could not be proved in the court of law and my jewels where legally here, thank you, Ricardo.

The mafia business is a dangerous one and I'm sure you already know that, I was born and raised in the Mafia, my forefathers have been the Rulers of the Eastern Italian Mafia, the REIMA, after my father died and being the oldest of all my siblings, and there are five of us, two are unknown, the empire was handed to me, which I run with Angelo and my little sister, who I recently reconnected with, Jelena.

The past twenty years have been hard for us, we first lost our mother at the hands of our enemies, three years after Jelena was born and our father then died five years ago from Leukemia. My sister hated me for not trying to save him, but our father didn't want to be saved, he wanted to be free and the only way you can be free from the Mafia is through death and he took the opportunity. He made the right decision for himself.

Now, here I am, lurking in the shadows instead of running the family business, living in a middle-class neighbourhood, eating leftovers, and barely sleeping because I can't get over a woman, laugh all you want, you've been here too. Nothing breaks like a heart, my brother would say I'm pussy whipped, I am and madly in love, a woman after my own heart, my amore, my donna. I was ready to make her my queen, to rule by my side and have beautiful babies too, lots of them but when I found out she was working for the FBI that tore me apart, trust was broken but even then, I gave her what she wanted just so she could be happy, have me in prison, even if it was for a brief time.

I eat my food while checking messages on my phone, the usual check-ups from my brother and sister and my aunt in Italy, bless her soul.

As I place my plate in the sink there is a knock at the door, nobody is supposed to be here, we have a strict protocol when it comes to visitation, call first, confirm the time and then I approve and then you show up.

I took my gun from the drawer and put it behind my back.

"Who is it?" I call out.

"È Angelo, tu mura, apri la porta."

[It's Angelo, you moron, open the door]

Dammit, I unlock the door and he comes rushing in.

"Rompere la mia porta, sei più quel benvenuto," I mumble.

[Break my door, you're more than welcome]

"Vince, Juliet's been kidnapped," he stammered.

"Come again?"

He takes a deep breath and looks at me, "Juliet's been kidnapped by the Russians."

Fuck!

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