Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Ten: Take It Easy

Chanel, Angelo, and Vincent were sitting in the visitor's area waiting for the doctors to come out and tell them how Kira was doing. Chanel's heart was in her throat, she was scared, she was trying to keep her thoughts at bay, she couldn't risk, losing her composure at a time like this, she couldn't.

Angelo stands up and looks at the doctor who had a deadpan look on his face.

"Well?" Angelo asks as the grey-haired doctor stands in front of him.

"I'm sorry to say this but you've lost your baby," he says

Angelo was confused, "What?"

"Baby?" Vincent asks, "She was pregnant?"

"Yes, she was 5 weeks pregnant," the doctor confirms.

"Wait, how?" Angelo couldn't believe it.

"How is she though?" Chanel asks, "Is she okay?"

"She will be fine; she just needs rest and will probably need counselling," the doctor replies.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he repeats and walks away.

Angelo turns and looks at them.

He's falling apart and Vincent knows that he's going to need time to heal from this, a baby was his only chance at getting a new life, away from the dangerous family business.

"Fratello, mi dispiace," Vincent says to his younger brother; he pulls him into a hug.

[Translation: Brother, I'm sorry]

Angelo sobs into his arms. He was going to be a father, to a human being, it was going to give him a second chance to escape his family and start a new life but that was all over now. Angelo had told him that once he has a child, he's leaving the mafia and Vincent had given him his blessing, but now that wasn't going to happen and the truth is told, Vincent was happy about it.

Chanel watches in silence; she's hurting too but she couldn't show it.

"Vuoi vederla lei?" Vincent whispers after a while.

Angelo nods.

Vincent finally turns to Chanel; he reaches out his hand and she takes it. They all walk together to Kira's room. They knock on the door and Angelo slowly opens the door. They all walk in, and Kira is lying on her bed, tears streaming down her once rosy cheeks.

"Baby," Angelo says and rushes to Kira's side. Chanel is jealous.

"I'm so sorry," Kira sobs, she was hurting.

"Det är okej älskling, jag förlåter dig" Angelo replies in Swedish kissing the top of her head.

[Translation: It's okay baby, I forgive you"]

Chanel looks up at Vincent, "She's Swedish,"

He shakes his head in response, "No, Russian, that's why you shouldn't trust her. She could be a spy."

Oh, crap, he's smells something fishy and thank god it isn't me, otherwise, I'd be dead meat.

"Angelo, we are going to give you two some privacy," Vincent says.

Teary-eyed Angelo nods and his brother hugs him.

Vincent takes Chanel's hand, and they leave the hospital, and they take an Uber to Chanel's apartment. The whole drive there, she was quiet, everything was happening so fast, from the shooting, Vincent getting arrested and Kira losing her baby, everything was just happening at a rapid pace.

"Chanel," Vincent calls out.

She looks at him.

"We are home," he says, she looks out the window.

She opens the door and gets out, standing there frozen, her body wouldn't move. She didn't want to be in that house, seeing the blood on the floor, the memories.

"We don't have to go in there if you don't want to," Vincent says lowly.

"Okay," she nods.

"Hotel it is," he says, and he opens the door to the Uber.

"Sorry man, can you take us to the Milton Hotel?" Vincent apologizes.

"Sure," the old man smiles.

The drive is short and quiet, they're dropped off at the door and Vincent checks them into the hotel. They're escorted to their room, they are handed their key and left alone to rest. Chanel is quiet, she's cold and distant.

"Chanel," Vincent calls out.

She remains quiet. Vincent stands behind her and wraps his arms around her, she instantly relaxes.

"Amore," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," she sighs, "It's been one long-ass night."

"I know Amore, why don't I prepare a hot bath for you, order some food and then you can rest?" he suggests.

Chanel nods, "I'd like that."

He smiles and makes his way to the bathroom, he quickly gets her water ready and pours in the bath foam, filling the whole tub with bubbles. He walks out of the bathroom and finds Chanel lying on the bed, he lifts her and she buries her face in his chest. He smelt so good for someone who was just in prison.

She's placed on the countertop and undressed, Vincent was trying his best not to ravage her, her boobs are plump, ready to be played with, her dark chocolate skin ready to be licked and caressed.

"Vincent," Chanel says softly, the look in her eyes is enough to tell him that she's not in the mood for that anymore.

Vincent blushes, "Sorry."

His boner was more than visible now, and he didn't want to put her off, so he carries her to the bath and lowers her into the water, just as he is about to leave Chanel stops him.

"Join me?" she says lowly.

"I don't think that's wise amore," he refuses.

Chanel smiles shyly, "I don't mind the boner, I might be able to help you."

She's trying to trick you don't fall for it, she's been fooling you this whole time, his subconscious screams.

He walks back in, strips out of his clothes, slides into the water behind her and pulls her into his arms.

"I'm sorry about today, Amore, and don't worry, I didn't tell the cops that you shoot that man," he says kissing her bare shoulders.

Chanel stiffens, she had forgotten all about that, she sighs, "It's okay and thank you,"

"You don't have to go to work tomorrow. You can stay home," he suggests, "You're probably still in shock and your mind needs time to process."

"No, I'll be okay, I'm still a new employee, I don't want to start rumours and besides, I know you cleaned up the mess for me, I'm not worried."

"Good, as long as I'm here you don't have to worry about a thing. Let's get you washed and out of here then."

Vincent washes Chanel, trying his best not to fuck her, she would mistakenly brush her ass, leg, and arm against his hard-throbbing dick, causing him to groan internally.

After she's all washed, Vincent washes and gets them both out of the bathroom. Drying her off and putting his shirt on her, he gets her into bed and kisses her forehead.

"Good night, Amore," he whispers and heads back into the bathroom to jerk off.

Chanel smirks to herself.

He's fallen into her trap, she's ready for the next phase.

He quietly returns and slips into the covers. He lets out a sigh of frustration, he knows he isn't going to sleep tonight but he must try. Chanel pretends to turn over in her sleep, inching closer to him until she finally found the right position, she lifts her leg until her knee brushes against his boxers, making him hard all over again.

Vincent groans in anguish.

Chanel enjoys another victory, smiling to herself and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Vincent isn't going to sleep tonight, not one bit.