Loveshed: Married to the Mafia

by B. Love

  Estella’s phone began to vibrate, pulling her gaze from the setting sun. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and smiled as she answered and put it to her ear.

  “Is it done?” Trevor asked, and the sound of his voice sent a shiver done her spine.

  “Yes. And it played out just like you said it would.”

  The night of the shooting, Trevor’s heartbeat was so faint they thought he was dead. When Paris and her team went to bury Trevor in their mafia field, they heard faint sounds coming from the bag. At first, she thought she was hearing things, until the bag slowly began to move.

  Out of loyalty for him, Paris and her team promised not to tell James that he was still alive. Instead, they let James believe he’d been buried in the field. While Pamela wanted to honor his wish of being cremated, James still wanted to possess him by putting him in the field. But, that worked out for Trevor more, because Paris was able to have someone else’s body cremated instead of his. She convinced James to convince the family that it would be best not to see him in that state. To instead remember him alive.

  James was selfish and possessive in that way, and that was one of the main reasons Trevor didn’t want him to know that he was alive. Paris and her team nursed him back to health, and the only person she had reached out to on his behalf was Estella. At first, Estella didn’t believe it was true, but there was no denying it when she saw him face to face a few days ago.

  It felt as if she had to mourn Trevor all over again when she found out James was responsible for the hit. Honestly, Estella had made up in her mind that night that she would kill him. Finding out that Trevor was still alive was just the icing on the cake.

  “Will you ever come back, or must I come to you?”

  Trevor sighed. Estella waited patiently for his reply as she returned to the car she’d rented from a small car lot in the hood. She wanted no record of her taking this trip from the miles on her personal car or from her renting a car through an actual rental company. For the car she had, all she had to do was leave a copy of her license and credit card that would be shredded when she returned it, with three hundred dollars in cash, and they agreed to keep no record of her temporarily borrowing the car.

  “I know the kids will be upset because I didn’t tell them, but with all this bloodshed… I feel like it could give them life, love, and relief too. Plus, I can’t ignore the love that has been shed between us for over thirty years. I’ve missed you all so much. I’m going to come home, E.”

  Estella smiled as she nodded and started the car. She wouldn’t have forced him to come back, but she was praying he did. Yes, their children would have temporarily been upset that he didn’t let them know that he was still alive, but when he expressed that it was necessary to end James’ reign and free them all… Estella knew they would understand.

  “I’m so happy you’re coming back, Trevor. You can’t imagine how much this means to me. For us. All of us.”

  “I can, because I’ve been waiting for this just as long. I love you. Call me once you’ve made it home and set something up for me to see the kids when I return.”

  “I will. I love you too.”

  Estella disconnected the call, then started a group FaceTime with all of their children. She started out by reminding them of what James used to always say. Once you enter the Salzano family, there is no way out. You are married to the black mafia, and not even jail or death will separate us. That had been true for quite some time. But now, things were about to change drastically.

  She didn’t tell them over the phone, but she did let them know that she needed to meet up with them all soon. Death had finally separated them from the rule of James Salzano, and now that he was finally gone… they all could love… and live… freely.

  The End

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