by Lynne Graham
‘I thought this one was on Malvolio.’ Bella shrugged and went to walk off but Gina halted her.
‘Are you trying to say that Matteo didn’t give you a tip?’ Gina frowned, clearly disbelieving Bella, and she held out her hand.
‘I thought that we would get to keep the tips.’
‘Half is for Malvolio and the rest we divide amongst us.’ Gina snapped her fingers and Bella opened her bag and handed over the money that she had earlier separated from the pile.
‘And?’ Gina said.
Bella took out a few of the tiny bottles of liquor that she had taken. ‘There,’ Bella said, and again went to walk off but was abruptly halted. Her long black hair was caught and yanked by Gina and Bella found herself face against the wall.
‘Don’t bullshit me,’ Gina said, and her hands searched Bella’s breasts, easily locating the wad of cash that she had stuffed into her bra.
She took out the cash and then let go of Bella’s hair and Bella turned around.
‘Don’t ever try to get one up on me again, Gatti. I know tricks that you haven’t even thought of yet.’
How Bella hated the world she had almost entered.
‘Here,’ Gina said, as if nothing had just happened, and she peeled off a paltry number of notes and handed them to Bella. ‘I’ll see you tonight.’
No, you won’t, Bella thought, but she nodded.
She walked home when she wanted to run but she forced herself to walk as if she had plenty of time on her side.
Out of the Brezza Oceana hotel Bella took the path that ran alongside the beach. Some fishermen were bringing in the morning’s catch and she drew some lewd comments and whistles from them.
She ignored them.
Further along Bella walked, past a small wooded area and a path that led to a small cove. Oh, she would have loved to have gone down to the water to visit it one last time—to take the tiny secret path that only the locals knew about and drink in the view she loved before she left Bordo Del Cielo for good.
But there was no time to linger and, anyway, Bella thought, there would be no Sophie there to chat with.
Her best friend had left last night and Malvolio was back and nothing now could ever be the same. Bella knew, if she really wanted to get away, she must not draw attention to herself.
No one must guess that she and her mother would be fleeing today.
So instead of heading down the secret path she turned and took the hilly street towards home. A group of tourists was standing on the corner, clearly the worse for last night, and their responses to Bella were pretty much the same as the locals had been.
She did not blush.
Never had Bella admired her mother more—Maria had always walked with her head held high and now, on this early morning, Bella did the same.
She carried on up the hill, her ankle giving way on the high heels several times, yet she gave a smug smile to herself when she thought of the money in them.
Yes, Gina might know a few tricks but Bella’s mother had taught her daughter so many more.
She actually laughed as she walked up the garden path, recalling her mother coming home some mornings and emptying out her shoes!
Her mother’s heart had just about broken last night as Bella had dressed for work. Now Bella pictured her face when she told her mother that Matteo had offered them both a way out of Bordo Del Cielo.
They were leaving today.
Her head was spinning with possibilities as she stepped into the house but then, in one second, it all changed.
Like stepping off a merry-go-round, everything slowed down and, stifling a scream, Bella took in the chaos. Their house was always neat but now the hall table was overturned and the vase of flowers from their garden lay strewn on the floor. And there, in the middle, lay Maria.
‘Ma!’
Bella dropped to the floor and cradled her mother. Blood was pouring out of a head wound and for a terrible moment Bella thought this must be Malvolio’s work. Briefly she wondered if somehow he had found out that she had made plans to leave...
‘I fell...’ Maria slurred.
‘Were you drinking again?’ Bella asked, because her mother had been so ill lately but she had promised that she had stopped all that.
‘No.’
It took a moment to register that her mother was only able to move one arm and when Bella saw that one side of her face was weak it dawned on Bella that at just thirty-four years of age her beautiful mother had suffered a stroke.
‘I’ll call for the doctor,’ Bella said.
As they waited, Bella ran and got a blanket from her mother’s bedroom and made her as comfortable as she could.
The doctor arrived and then he called for an ambulance. It was five minutes after nine as the ambulance blasted its way through the town and then took the road that ran the opposite way from the airport.
Bella knew that she would never get there now.
She held her mother’s hand as she held in her tears.
Her chance to escape had gone. She thought of Matteo at the airport, waiting for them to arrive.
* * *
He was.
Matteo stood with Luka, scanning the small airport, just waiting for the sliding doors to open and for Bella to appear.
‘We should go through,’ Luka said.
‘Soon,’ Matteo responded.
‘They’re boarding.’
‘I just have to make a call...’ Matteo had Maria’s number because he would call her before he came to collect any money for Malvolio. He waited and there was a small beat of hope as it rung out.
They must be on their way, Matteo thought, but after another twenty minutes all hope had gone.
‘Final call,’ Luka said.
When he could wait no more Matteo boarded.
‘Have you ever flown?’ Luka asked, frowning because his friend had always been so worldly, so completely ahead of everyone’s games, but it had just dawned on Luka he had never seem him out of Bordo Del Cielo and also he could feel Matteo’s tension.
‘Never,’ Matteo answered, then sat silent beside his friend as the plane taxied down the runway and lifted into the sky.
Matteo wasn’t nervous about flying, or leaving Bordo Del Cielo.
It was stay and become what, till now, he had avoided—a killer.
Or leave everything behind.
He chose the latter.
Copyright © 2015 by Carol Marinelli
ISBN-13: 9781460386262
The Greek Demands His Heir
Copyright © 2015 by Lynne Graham
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