Mafia Puppet

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38 | a trap set by a friend

WE ALL HAD lunch separately. I spent the rest of my day organizing my new stuff and spending my time in the library, sketching unnecessary things or reading amazing books.

I kept my phone with me this time but that was because Dante said we were all going out. I was just waiting for the Don to call me for orders. Surely he must want me to do something.

I crossed my legs as my phone rang. I was expecting it to be Antonio. Instead, it was Sophia. That honestly surprised me because I hadn't heard from her a long time. I didn't know whether it was good to pick up or not but I knew that if I didn't then she'd surely be spamming me. I didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed. I didn't want her to be involved. For her safety and mine, she had to stay away.

Yet I still I picked up the call. It was better to act normal.

"Hey," I mumbled.

It was silent on the other end before she spoke, shuffling along. "Sorry, forgot to unmute it." It felt good to hear a different voice. It was only some time since I last talked to her but it felt like a lifetime.

I hummed in response. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No. Can't I just call my best friend?" she said, suddenly defensive. She sounded weird to me. It didn't sound like the best friend I knew. It sounded fake. Her voice, I meant.

"Okay, yeah," I said, disregarding it. Maybe I was just being paranoid after the police note and not talking to her.

But there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was missing something. Something just didn't seem right. I lived with liars and traitors all my life and just by hearing their voice I could tell their mood and Sophia obviously sounded nervous and determined.

I suddenly didn't want to talk to her again.

"I'll talk to you later okay," I told her. I had a feeling she was going to pressure me into talking longer.

"No, please!" she instantly said. "Let's talk. I need my best friend with me. I-I need to gossip."

I was correct. "You never gossip," I deadpanned.

"Yeah, well, now I do."

"Okay..." I trailed off. "Tell me the tea."

"Chris, uh, lost on my interview resume," she muttered.

Now I was sure something was off. "I am pretty sure you got selected for your interview and we're starting work:"

"I told you that?" Her voice raised an octave. "I mean, I didn't say that."

"Right," I said totally not believing it.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed. Sophia was not like this. To others this would be normal but I knew a liar when I heard one.

"I'll call you later. I have to go," I rushed out.

"Wa—." I didn't wait for her to complete. I cut the call.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

I jumped when my phone rang again with another call. I was planning to tell her off when I saw my husband's name pop up. My hand trembled as I realized that he probably knew that I was on call with someone.

"Hello," I greeted. There was a slight tremble in my voice.

"Who called you?" he instantly asked. His voice was deep and dominant, just the way I was used to.

"S-Sophia," I replied.

"Are you lying to me?" he suddenly questioned.

I tensed. "No. Of course, not."

"You don't stutter, Francesca." He noticed everything.

"I-I..." I decided to spill the beans. "Sophia was acting weird when she called. It almost sounded desperate but not really. She just sounded different, you know. And it's making me paranoid."

He was silent for a moment. "Did you cover the tattoo when you went to their house?" he asked out of the blue.

"Yes..." I trailed off. My eyes widened in realization. I didn't care what my punishment would be but I couldn't let the Family be in danger. "I think her father, FBI Officer Magritte, saw. I think the concealer got wiped off, I don't know, but I think he saw. I'm so sorry. I didn't remember it until now. I'm sorry, Antonio."

My voice wobbled. I wanted to cry. If Mr. Magritte figured it out then the police must be sent by him. How could I forget such a big detail?

"I'll look into it, Doll," he said before abruptly cutting the call. I didn't get the time to tell him about the note.

What if my phone was being tapped? Sophia had my number. I had said Antonio's name.

I was so stupid! I had made things so much worse. I shouldn't have picked up her phone. I should've just minded my own business. I just ruined everything. I had just ruined my whole life. I had signed a death wish. All these secrets abruptly coming in and all these emotions bottled up was eating me alive and I didn't know how much more could I possibly take before I break.

Not a month into marriage and I was already bringing trouble.

• • •

As footsteps neared the bedroom I panicked. My hands turned clammy and it felt like my chest was going to burst.

"Antonio, I'm so sorry," I instantly apologized when he entered.

He didn't look angry but he didn't look happy either. He just looked normal and I wasn't sure if I liked that. Actually I didn't like that for sure.

He avoided me and took off the blazer of his three piece suit. "I-I didn't mean to, I-I mean I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I voiced desperately.

He took off his watch and threw it on the side table. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he glanced up. I gulped once I noticed the coldness in his eyes.

"I know," he finally said. "And because this is brought upon on us by you—unintentionally, of course—you will have no say in what will happen. If the officer is smart enough then he must've figured out that you are with us."

I nodded as he sat on the bed. "I know."

He took his shoes off before he asked. "Good. Now tell me, Francesca, does your relationship with your friends and family matter more than the Family? Than me?" He looked right into my eyes.

I knew my answer. "No, never."

Deep down, I knew that I would rather die than betray the Family. Despite their horrid acts, they were my family and my loyalties lasted with them. Every individual in the Family knew that breaking omertà was bigger than murder itself.

"I would never betray you, Antonio," I told him looking him straight in the eye. I wanted him to know that I meant it. I would always stay loyal no matter what.

He beckoned me over with his hand. I didn't hesitate to move towards him. He pulled me onto his lap and nodded. "Then I trust you, bambola."

I almost sighed of relief. He trusted me. This much mean so less for other people but for me it was like being given the world. Women were puppets that could be ordered around here. We were like lifeless dolls and always treated as such. Being trusted with big things was a big deal itself, especially by the Don.

"Have you ever been to Italy, my wife?" he asked out of the blue as he rubbed my thigh over my clothes.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes but only when I was younger and before we moved here."

"It's a fun place. The government really believes in us there."

I shivered. Some areas in Italy were ran by the mafia and I heard a lot about it there. I knew the Godfather mostly spent his time there. People tended to steer clear from my family over there.

I hummed in response, leaning against his chest. He kissed the side of my head. "Would you like to visit Italy someday, my love?"
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