STUCK 2

Chapter 39

"Hey" 

Enzo coughed hysterically when he looked back towards the source of the feminine voice, finding his donna's cheerful smile that had almost cost him his life. He concluded that his five minutes of peace in garden with his cigar was ruined, and now nothing could change it. 

He immediately started walking away not needing to be reminded of Don's possessivity for her. She only screamed trouble to him. 

"Wait" she jogged behind him as he nothing less than ran in the opposite direction, willing to avoid her at all costs. 

It had not been two days since they had returned to Frantino mansion in Italy and she had already started to act like herself again. She was cheery and outspoken and all of the things that he had rarely seen her as ever since her return. 

It wasn't his job to by mystified, it was only to observe and move on, yet he couldn't but secretly feel joyful for her, for once not regretting bringing her back to Don. He also could not ignore the fact that the woman was danger in all the contexts possible, her running after him was a warning bell that trouble was on his way, and no well in hell he wanted to become a part of it. 

When she ran out of breath he assumed she would leave his back, and maybe he would at least find a minute with his half used cigarette lingering in between his fingers. But much to his disdain she knew which spells to use against him,

"Yes, keep running, I know how to get you fired" she breathed hard, resting her hands on her knees, hoping to find air after a long jog. The sun mingled with birds at the horizon and she had a longing to have another tea. Her first tea wasn't enjoyed to its limit because she had spotted Enzo having peaceful time, something that she had to interrupt to get her secret mission done. 

Much to her delight, he seemed to show reaction, turning towards her, watching her in disbelief. 

She wasn't surprised that he believed she was cruel, everyone in Frantino's thought she was insane, egoistic and a self centered person. And she probably was. It hurt several Frantinos, Enzo included, that Don accepted her, and very visibly cherished her in just the way she was. 

It was one of the reasons why he paid her attention even when he should not have, because she only threatened for something that she was capable of undertaking. 

"What?" he asked, not minding to appear respectful.

"I need something to get done" She tried to speak without appearing exhausted, a task that she failed at miserably.

"Ask Sia"

"Only you can do it"

"Does Don know?"

"Nope"  

"I am leaving" he started walking again, not willing fall in one of her traps.

"It's a gift for him. That's why he can't know" he heard her saying over his back. 

He turned to her again, this time, less in disbelief and more in curiosity, willing to hear her out, once. 

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It was a Sunday morning, not that it mattered. In Don's calendar there were no Sundays. He dressed well in one of his accustomed suits and sat on his chair at eight in the morning. It was till eleven that he was not disturbed by anyone but his thoughts, that were occasionally occupied by his wife that he could not have spend a night with for past week. 

Not only because he reached home late, or she slept with Ina more often than he liked, but it appeared to him that she was tired too. So much so that she had bluntly denied his touch saying she was 'not in the mood'. 

It had honestly got on his nerves that she pretended to be more busy than him, when both of them knew that she was not. But he kept quiet, not wishing a quarrel to interrupt the period of their somewhat peace. He satisfied himself by watching her sleep, brushing her hair and kissing her forehead. No matter how much sometimes he wished to do much more than that, time simply didn't feel right. 

A knock on eleven O' five, pulled his head out of the chaotic mind. Without looking up to the door, he muttered quite 'come in', seeing Enzo's tall figure entering the room from his blessed peripheral vision. 

Enzo didn't say anything for a moment, waiting for Don to finish whatever he thought he was scribbling. Enzo could never understand why his boss preferred writing on the paper than making notes online. It seemed Don didn't want to reveal the reason of his actions despite Enzo's several recommendations.

Don looked up when Enzo looked far from himself, not eager to throw news at him the first thing inside room. 

"What happened?" Don asked in his Italian, inadvertently going over all the recent deals to figure which might have produced a problem for Enzo to make such a face. 

Enzo produced the compilation of papers that looked like a legal contract and silently kept it on the blank space on Don's occupied oak table. Don looked at it as if a dancing alien had been presented in front of him.

"This is the contract Mrs. Frantino told me to prepare" Enzo said silently, willing to leave the room the moment he rested the compilation down. 

Don was pleased to hear him refer to her as missus, but still couldn't be any less angry at the fact that they two had been in contact. 

"Since when do you take orders from her?"

"It concerned you don"

"Then why wasn't I informed?"

"She wanted it to be surprise"

"Why wasn't I fucking informed?" Don's voice raised. 

Enzo remained silent. He knew this was bound to happen. Either way, the husband or the wife were going to have his life, that's what they both did, destroyed everyone but each other. 

Don took a deep breath, holding the bridge of his nose. 

"What did she threatened you with?" 

It had to be a threat, Enzo wasn't stupid enough to put his life on the line without a threat worth  yielding to. 

"She said she'll get me fired" Enzo was reluctant, wondering whether telling the truth would blow back on his face, but he couldn't hide his surprise when Don chuckled, his serious complexation severely contrasting his giggling self. 

"She didn't lie" he said smiling, rubbing his forehead, "Displease her once and I'll separate your head from the rest of you" 

Enzo did not find it funny, perhaps because Don did not mean it to be. 

She didn't knock before entering, barging inside not surprised to find both of them staring at her. 

"Sorry I'm late" 

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Author's note: yes, I'm not ded