In Holy Mafiamony: Til Death Do Us Part

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Ch.4| Don’t Be Suspicious

Alaiyah:

Milosh informed me three days ago that Lincoln and I would have another meeting with the board today, and I spent all last night going over the paperwork for the divorce. When we got to the office building, however, the conference room we were supposed to meet in was dark, and the door was locked. I looked at Milosh as he looked at me, and my annoyance level started to rise.

“Milosh, are you sure you didn’t mix the times up? No one is here,” I pouted, taking a seat on the bench across the hall.

“Little one, I am sure I had the correct time. He told me to be here at eight a.m on the dot.” Milosh checked the time on his phone, and just as he was about to call Lincoln, the devil himself, showed up.

“Good morning! Nonna Nina packed some breakfast for us,” Lincoln said, all bright and chirpy.

“Lincoln, why is the door locked? Where is everyone?” I snipped, my irritation level now maxed out.

“They will be here in an hour, I wanted to make sure you got something to eat, and we need to have a conversation...alone,” He said, staring at Milosh.

“Here, this is for you, Milosh.” Lincoln handed him a coffee cup and a doughnut bag as he nodded for me to enter the room with him.

I waited for Lincoln to unlock the door, then entered behind him. He searched around for a few moments, trying to find the light switch, then led me over to the table that haunts my nightmares.

If it weren’t for this fucking mafia or this office, I would still have a loving husband; I thought to myself, as I stood at the end of the office table.

“Mio Amore, come sit,” Lincoln called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Don’t call me that!” I hissed, walking towards the seat he had pulled out for me.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. I took a seat in the office chair, then Lincoln pushed it in for me; something he would do every time we went out together, then he took a seat to my right.

“First off, did you eat breakfast?” I felt him looking at me, but I avoided his eyes.

“No, I wasn’t hungry,” I whispered, playing with my hands.

“Well, Nonna Nina made us some breakfast. It’s your favorite. She even gave me a Carmel Latte and a hug to give to you,” He smiled, sliding the coffee and food in my direction.

“Dille che ti ho detto grazie, la prossima volta che la vedi.” I don’t know why, but a sudden wave of sadness hit me as I looked at the food, and happy memories of Lincoln and I at that Café popped into my head.
(IT: Tell her I said thank you, next time you see her.)

We sat in silence as Lincoln watched me eat, making sure I didn’t leave anything behind.

“So, what do you need to talk about?” I finally asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

“I wanted to talk to you about us... about our relationship.” He turned his chair, so he was facing me, then turned mine to face him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking for anything in this divorce, I just want you to sign the papers,” I said, pushing the packet in his direction.

“That’s just is Alaiyah, I had a whole month to think about this—to think about what happened, and I don’t want you to leave me... please?” My eyes finally met him for the first time in a month, and I was saddened even more.

I could tell he hasn’t been sleeping because he has dark circles under his eyes. He also looked a little thinner, but more bulked up at the same time, and his hair was different—a sexy different. He no longer rocked a man bun, but a short-faded style that made me just want to run my hands through it.

“Lincoln, you and I both know we can’t. It’s not fair that you are asking me to sign not only my life away, but my sister’s and future child’s as well.” I took both his hands in mine and gently caressed his knuckles.

“Baby, I’m not asking you to sign the divorce papers, and I damn sure am not letting either one of us sign that contract today. I am asking you, Alaiyah Francesca Costello, to continue to be by my side and to be my lawfully wedded wife. No contracts, no mafiosos, no bullshit.” He was looking me dead in the eyes as he said those words.

“But, you lose the respect of the other Chapters.” I sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

“I will choose losing respect over losing my life. You are my wife, and I didn’t almost kill myself or Milosh just to give up know. I want to make it work, I want to prove to you that I can love YOU and support YOU,” He said, Kissing each one of my knuckles in return.

“Well, what about your behavior? I can’t just let that go, Lincoln. You really hurt me!” I looked down, avoiding his eyes again.

“Mio Amore,” He whispered, lifting my chin with his hand. “I understand that my actions were not those of a man, and I am prepared to spend my whole life making to up to you if I have too. I’m not asking you to drop your life again. I’m just asking you to give me a real chance at loving you.” His eyes were begging me.

“If we do this, what does it mean?” we needed a plan if I was going to give him a chance.

“Well, for starters, we would have to move back in with my parents—just till we get married. If we agree to give this a go, the marriage we had will no longer exist, putting you and your family at risk. I’m not saying we have to get re-married tomorrow, but it would need to be soon. As long as we live in limbo, you will be considered a weakness, meaning your whole family would be confined to the compound till then.” I nodded to let Lincoln know I was listening.

“There’s more.” Lincoln’s smile began to make me suspicious.

“You will have to start living YOUR dreams. I want you to have the world. So if going to school and having a wedding in a little white church does that for you, you do it.” I have honestly never seen this side of Lincoln before, and it made me start crying.

“If I move back in, do you promise to listen to my input?” I sobbed.

“Of course! as long as it doesn’t put you in harm’s way or get Milosh shot!” We both chuckled as he whipped the tears from my eyes.

“And do you promise to bring me Nonna Nina’s cooking since I can’t leave?” I tried drying the tears.

“Done,” He said, his eyes gaining hope in them.

“And you won’t hurt or leave me?” I needed this final answer.

“Till death do us part, Mio Amore.” Lincoln took my finger and made a cross on his heart.

“Oh... there is one more thing you would need to agree to do!” He added in, making me roll my eyes.

“What now?!” I whined.

“You need to give Luca permission to marry your sister when the time comes.” My eyes perked up, and my mood suddenly changed.

“What do you know that you aren’t telling me, Mr. Costello?” I asked through squinting eyes.

“I’d tell you, but we both know you would tell Milosh, who would tell Antonia, who would damn sure tell my mother, and that would ruin the plan,” he chuckled.

“No fair!” I said, tapping his thigh with my foot.

In return, Lincoln grabbed ahold of my foot and my chair closer to him, then pulled me onto his lap all together.

“Mr. Costello, I never officially agreed to get back together with you!” I teased.

“It’s not my fault you’re get stuck to my magnetic field!” He tased back, causing me to burst out laughing!

“So, will you give me one more chance?” He whispered in my ear.

I stayed silent for a little bit as I pretended to ponder the question.

“I suppose.” I rolled my eyes, pretending to have an attitude.

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