Cosa Nostra by Emma Nichols) 16656409 (z-lib.org) (1)-compressed

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  assistance for us to reclaim that property before the ship docks at the port.”

  Maria continued to stare at the priest. “What assistance?”

  “I told him we need you with us when we intercept the ship, bedda,

  in case there are problems with the crew. They will listen to you.

  Alessandro needs the reassurance of your presence. We will take our boat

  for the pick-up, of course.” She shrugged. “Obviously, if we don’t intercept

  the goods, he thinks they will be discovered when authorities do their

  rigorous inspection at the port, and you will go to prison. He would rather

  intercept the drugs than lose them at the port.”

  Maria cast her eyes down. The gnawing in her gut told her

  Alessandro wouldn’t think twice about wasting her if the opportunity

  presented itself. “And what will stop Alessandro taking me out?”

  “Me, bedda. You can trust me. I will take care of him.”

  There was fondness in the softness in her tone and the slowness in

  her speech that Maria had known in the tender moments they had shared

  before. Maria looked at Patrina, pursed her lips.

  Patrina stood then stopped and stooped over Maria. “By the way, the

  pizza boy and the waitress are all yours now.”

  And there it was…the harsh and vindictive person that Patrina had

  become was never too far away.

  “The Amato’s debt to them has been paid in full. I have also seen to

  it that there will be no more deliveries to your restaurants.”

  Maria stood. “What did you find out about the car?”

  Patrina looked away. “Nothing, yet. Someone covered their tracks

  well.”

  “Rocca?”

  Patrina shook her head. “I doubt it. She’s too loyal to you, bedda.

  You have that effect on women, didn’t you know?”

  Maria’s focus didn’t shift from Patrina. The comment washed over

  her. She would get to the truth. “There is one more thing.”

  Patrina slowly turned and looked into Maria’s eyes. “What is that?”

  “I want you to hand back the casino site.”

  “So you can build the tech park?”

  “You know it makes good business sense for the city, Patrina.”

  Patrina’s lips thinned, and her eyes wandered around the church.

  “The casino would be better for us.”

  “For you personally, maybe.” Maria’s stare hardened. “But I

  promise you, I’ll make sure you are implicated in the death of my father,

  Patrina, and then your empire will fall. You will spend the rest of your days

  in a cell.”

  Patrina’s chin rose as she inhaled deeply and her eyelids fluttered.

  Maria noted weariness in her sigh, and the heaviness in her eyelids as they

  closed briefly.

  Patrina swallowed and inhaled another deep breath through her

  nose. “I will get the paperwork drawn up.”

  “It needs to be on my desk before we intercept the shipment.”

  Patrina nodded. “I will see to it, bedda.”

  “One last thing.”

  Patrina waited.

  “I need you to deal with Chico. I won’t be working with him, so

  either you pay him and he continues to work with you, or you implicate him

  and he goes down for the hit. You decide.”

  Patrina’s lips curled upwards and her eyes narrowed. “I need

  money.”

  “I’ll fund you, but I want him off my back.” Maria cursed the need

  to pay Patrina but with Alessandro out of the equation, she needed Chico

  distracted one way or another. Patrina nodded. Maria waited until Patrina

  disappeared from the church. She sat back down. Her head spun at the

  inevitability of Simone walking away from her. She closed her eyes, and the

  squeezing sensation in her heart intensified. She clenched her hands firmly

  into tightly balled fists and cursed under her breath. The feeling became

  leaden and all-consuming. She bolted from the church and stood on the

  cobbled plaza and gasped for breath.

  Slowly, her focus sharpened and her pulse resumed its normal

  rhythm, and she noted the Roman architecture, the cobbled stones around

  the cathedral, people milling around, and cars making their way along the

  main road. Everything was as it had been when she entered the cathedral.

  She checked her phone as she headed back to the Maserati. The text she

  hadn’t long received from Giovanni told her what she already knew. She

  shifted the car into gear and drove to the DIA. Capitano Rocca would be

  expecting her.

  “Donna Maria, I am so sorry.”

  Maria saw genuine concern in Rocca’s dark eyes. “Capitano

  Massina, I understand there was a situation.”

  Rocca glanced around the reception room and cleared her throat.

  “Please, follow me. I have some paperwork I need you to complete.”

  Maria followed her into a small office and stood next to the table.

  Rocca reached into a cabinet, placed two sheets of paper on the table, and

  pushed them towards Maria. She took a pen from her jacket breast pocket

  and slid it across the table.

  “One of my colleagues arrested Roberto Di Salvo this afternoon. He

  was carrying a kilo of cocaine. This is a very serious offence, Donna Maria.

  I have taken the case from my colleague, and I will do what I can to help

  you.”

  Maria pushed the paperwork away. “I’m not signing anything.

  Roberto would not have been carrying drugs, I can assure you of that. I

  want him released and these bogus charges dropped.”

  Rocca swallowed. “I understand, Donna Maria. But there is also the

  issue of the substantial sum of money he was carrying, and…”

  Maria locked eyes across the table. “I’m sure there was no cash in

  his possession, Rocca.” She smiled. “Who is this colleague?”

  Rocca blinked and lowered her head. She moved the paperwork to

  another spot on the table for no apparent reason.

  “Tommaso Vitale. He received a tip off and, in my absence, took the

  initiative to deal with the situation. I would have stopped this happening

  had I been aware of it.”

  Vitale was working for Alessandro. “Rocca, who dealt with the

  evidence for my father’s case?”

  Rocca looked up and then looked away. “Umm, I did most of the

  work, Donna Maria. Why?”

  Rocca seemed anxious, but she appeared too sincere to be

  disbelieved. Still, Maria couldn’t dismiss the evidence that said otherwise.

  “Did Vitale have any contact with the investigation? Any of the

  paperwork?”

  “Yes, Donna Maria. He helped me.”

  Maria looked for incongruence in Rocca’s body language as she

  asked, “Did you know there was a bullet hole in the front passenger tyre?”

  Rocca’s head snapped towards Maria, and she stared at her with

  wide eyes, shaking her head. “No, Donna Maria. Of course, I did not know

  this. I would have told you if I’d known.”

  Maria nodded, satisfied she was telling the truth. “Can I take

  Roberto home now?”

  Rocca stood. “I will have him brought to you, right away. I am so

  sorry, Donna Maria.” She stood, pulled her jacket down, and walked out of

  the room.

  Maria waited.

  At the click of the h
andle, Maria stood and when the door opened,

  she stepped through it and past Roberto before he could enter the room. By

  the time they exited the building, he trailed a pace behind her. They walked

  across the car park at the front of the DIA and got into the car. “Are you

  okay?”

  He lowered his head. “I am sorry, Donna Maria… It was a setup,

  Donna Maria. Alessandro.”

  She looked into eyes filled with rage, his jaw square and strong. She

  placed a hand on his sleeve. “I know, Roberto.”

  His nose flared. He rocked his jaw from side to side and squeezed

  his words through clenched teeth. “What can I do?”

  “You can go home.”

  He turned his head and looked through the passenger window.

  “Your bike has been released from the compound and taken to your

  house.”

  He continued to stare.

  An image of Vitale, Rocca’s partner, came to mind, and she began to

  formulate a way to deal with him too. “I will have a job for you later, but

  now you need to rest.” She glanced at him and felt the warmth that came

  with affection. She smiled. “Roberto.”

  He turned to her.

  “You need to be careful.”

  His troubled expression didn’t change. Maria drove in silence. The

  air was heavy with the unspoken they both knew needed addressing. She

  needed to be honest with him. “I don’t know how to handle this with

  Simone.”

  “She’s going to be angry with me.”

  Maria nodded. Simone was going to be furious with her too.

  He sighed. “She vowed after our family was killed that I should

  never be involved in this business. She sacrificed herself to the Amatos,

  working for them so that I could be protected, you know?”

  Maria felt the pain that had crippled her earlier in the church

  resurrect in her chest.

  “She doesn’t know I have made my own way. I have worked jobs,

  independently, but she doesn’t know about them at all. I kept it from her,

  because she worries about me. I have learned skills. I’ve been fixing cars

  since I was thirteen, Donna Maria. The pizza delivery is a good cover job,

  but I’m ambitious. Simone will be angry with me, but I want to work for

  you. I’m good at what I do, Donna Maria.”

  “Simone will be angry with us both, Roberto,” Maria said softly,

  barely above a whisper. She hoped that he didn’t sense the helplessness she

  felt. “I have become close to your sister.”

  He looked down at his hands. “Yes, she has changed too. She is

  close to you.”

  Maria didn’t hesitate in clarifying the truth. “We are lovers.”

  He lifted his head slowly and turned to her. “She is happy and safe

  with you. That’s all that matters.”

  “When she finds out that you’re working for me, she’ll be angry.

  She’ll walk away.”

  His eyes widened. “I will talk to her and explain.”

  Maria shook her head. “Not now. Not yet. We have work to do.

  Then I will talk to her.” She swallowed. “Capisci?”

  “Sì, Donna Maria, whatever you think is best.”

  Maria turned the car into Benitos Street and parked outside

  Simone’s house. It reminded her of the night of the explosions at the port,

  and the supper they had shared at her uncle’s restaurant, and the first night

  they had made love… She had the sense of falling downwards, and the

  emptiness inside her became dense and dragged her deeper. She blinked to

  chase the sensation away and focused on the steady rise and fall of her

  chest. But the hollowness lodged there and expanded.

  She opened her eyes slowly, turned off the engine, and reached up

  and squeezed Roberto’s shoulder. “You are a good man, Roberto. A strong

  leader. I have plans for you. There are only two people you can trust;

  Giovanni and Angelo. If you can’t speak to me, you speak to one of them.

  Anything of interest you see, you let them know.”

  “Capisci. Thank you, Donna Maria.”

  Roberto entered the house. Maria leaned back in the seat, took a

  deep breath, and released it slowly. Her eyes stung as she held back the

  tears, and the tension in her head worked its way from her shoulders to her

  gut. This was going to bite her on the arse. She buried the scream that had

  built inside her. She had to be honest with Simone, but how? Simone would

  feel cheated, violated in the way Patrina had made Maria feel. She slapped

  the steering wheel hard and pain shot through her arm. Such a fucking mess.

  She closed her eyes and waited for the anger to pass. I need to explain to

  Simone before it’s too late.

  32.

  Maria cruised slowly up the drive and parked the Maserati outside

  the villa. Noting the Romeo that looked as though it had been abandoned in

  haste on the driveway, her chest expanded freely, and she smiled at her

  thoughts. Simone would be cooking or preparing food, her skin darkened

  from the heat of the day, her eyes bright as they had been when they had

  parted at the café. Simone would be feeling good after her day of freedom,

  even though Maria had spent the best part of the afternoon containing her

  reservations and dealing with Alessandro’s crap.

  She would make sure Vitale went down for his part in her father’s

  death. She would prefer to see him rot in prison where he would be used to

  satisfy the men’s carnal needs. Death would be too clean and easy for him.

  She stepped out of the car and breathed in the salty, warm air. The

  absence of music stirred her and as she entered the villa, she was met with

  an eerie silence that made her heart pound. Simone’s eyes had a stillness

  about them, and a chill trickled down Maria’s spine. It wasn’t the swollen

  red rings around her eyes or the damp puffy cheeks that stopped Maria in

  her tracks and had her heart dropping like a stone, it was the packed travel

  bag at Simone’s feet and the keys to the Romeo on top of an envelope on

  the breakfast bar. Pesto, in the corner of Maria’s eye, lifted himself from his

  bed and stretched. Maria clicked her fingers, and he settled down in his

  basket.

  She took a step towards Simone. “Simone.” She held out her hands,

  palms up, pleading to her as she stepped closer. “What’s happened?”

  Simone took a pace back and brushed a tear from her cheek. She

  shook her head and tears streamed onto her cheeks. “How dare you?”

  Maria tried to maintain a calm exterior, her stomach spiralling, and

  her heart thundering. Simone knew. Fuck. The constriction in her throat

  stopped her swallowing, and her lips were dry and unyielding. “What is it?”

  She saw disgust flash across Simone’s eyes. It was everything Maria

  deserved. But the pain and the betrayal that emanated from Simone, Simone

  had done nothing to deserve that. Maria had failed her in the worst way

  possible, a breach of trust. She could never come back from a breach of

  trust. This is over.

  “I saw you.”

  Maria took a deep breath and looked into Simone’s eyes as she

  released it slowly. “Where?”

  “Outside the DIA with Roberto. I drove past you, Maria.”

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nbsp; Maria heard, “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” in Simone’s tone

  and read the same in her eyes. She bit down on her lip. “I’m sorry. I need to

  explain.”

  Simone thrust her hands downwards and grew in stature. “Explain?”

  Maria had never heard Simone shout before, and the ferocity in her

  tone ripped through her heart.

  “Explain what? That my brother was talking to the DIA? That you

  were talking to the DIA with my brother? That my brother had a keen

  interest in what was going on in the square earlier today. That my brother is

  fucking working for you. What is there to explain, Maria? Tell me. What is

  there to explain that the woman I love has been fucking with me all this

  time? If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have done this. Or is it

  just Roberto you’re interested in to further your business interests?”

  Simone threw a double quote gesture, and her eyes looked wild with

  rage. Maria looked away, every word resonating in the stabbing sensations

  that penetrated her chest. Hopelessness dragged her down, and the bottom

  of the pit fast approached. “I should’ve said something sooner.”

  “Sooner? You should have left my brother out of your business.”

  Maria gritted her teeth. That’s the truth. “I’m sorry, Simone. I was

  looking after him.”

  “What, like you’re looking after me? If the DIA are talking to my

  brother, you failed in your duty of care, Maria. Who are you deceiving?”

  Simone held her head in her hands while she shook. Her skin darkened, her

  eyes narrowed, and she wiped frantically at the tears as they spilled onto her

  cheeks. “You’re just like Alessandro and Patrina.”

  That stung. Maria jolted backwards, the burning in her chest

  becoming an inferno and consuming her in swift gulps. Shrinking inside,

  bracing before the collision, she fought the desire to run, and the desire to

  escape this world she detested reared up strongly. Right here, right now, she

  could easily pack her own bag and disappear into oblivion. But she had a

  duty, a job, and a desire to do right by her family…and by Simone. Running

  wasn’t an option. Her breaths came in short sharp bursts, the assault gutting

  her with every punch. She had no defence. Simone was right about Roberto,

  but she was nothing like Alessandro and Patrina. An inner cry moved

  through her, and it took her all her strength to remain standing and to