Ruthless Mafia 33

Her eyes felt they were weighed down with anvils as she tried to open them. She could make out whispers in the room
where she was, angry and hissed but what they were saying she couldn’t understand.
Trying with difficulty to wake up from this forced sleep, her mouth tasted bitter, and her tongue felt too big for her
mouth. Slowly memories of what happened with the woman being shot and Zorah having a breakdown of some kind
before Icaro injected her with an unknown drug, filtered into her thoughts.
Straining her ears, she tried to hear what was being said.
“You were not supposed to drug your wife on her wedding night.”
“Dad, she was going to hurt herself. She was punching, kicking, thrashing. I found her on the floor in the bathroom
banging her head off the tiles. Look at her forehead and her knuckles from punching the floor look like she went ten
rounds. I don’t think she even realized she was smacking her own head off the floor until I kicked the door in. She scared
the fuck out of me. I asked Amauri for a sedative as I carried her to the bed. I knew he carried it for the manager. I gave
her half the dose, and it put her right out.”
“What if she’d taken something in the bathroom and it mixed?”
“I asked and there was no way she could have.”
“This is a clusterfuck.”
“I know.”
“Your mother is pissed off. She wants to strangle you, revive you and then strangle you again. Those were her words.”
“What was I supposed to do?” Icaro demanded angrily. “She was begging me to kill her. I was fucking terrified the minute
I turned my back she’d be jumping off the balcony or stealing my weapon to shoot herself. I’ve never seen anything like
it. I swear she was fucking possessed.”
“Well, it’s been seven fucking hours and she’s still asleep. I’d prefer not to watch you carrying her onto the plane still
fucking unconscious in a couple of hours.” Dagoberto gave a huff his voice still low.
“It’s my fault, Dad. It’s all my fault.”
“You think I’m going to disagree with you?”
“No. You’ve never been one to shy away from telling me when I fucked up.”
“Well, I’m telling you again. You fucked up. I warned you before she was not going to take lightly to knowing you whored
yourself around. The fact the hooker last weekend put you on an amateur porn site made it all the way back home. Your mother and grandmother were livid, but do you know how they feel to know your wife saw this?”
“The girl was dealt with.”
“What about you? Were you dealt with? Icaro, you were warned to stop fucking everything.”
Zorah lay there waiting to hear what Icaro would say to his father’s rebuke.
“I know. I was selfish, Dad. I was so fucking selfish. I thought it wouldn’t matter. I never once cared for any of the women I was with. I never once considered the impact it would have on Zorah. It’s easier to fuck a whore than deal with my rage.
I’ve been so fucking angry for so fucking long and it was either shoot someone or fuck someone. Fucking is easier to
clean up,” he paused, “or so I thought.”
“The anger has always been an issue for you Icaro.”
“They refused to hand her over.”
“She was too young at sixteen to come home with us.”
“I wouldn’t have touched her at sixteen Dad, but she should have been told about who I was. She was supposed to
spend every summer and holiday with us from the time of her sixteenth birthday and that fucker Giannone kept her from
us. I should have fucking killed him back then and simply took her.”
“Ippocrate Giannone is her family, and I trust he did what he did to keep her safe.”
“I’m telling you, Dad. There is something off about the man. The way he and his sister were looking at Zorah is not right.
She didn’t care if they lived or died this week. What daughter, what child raised in the house of God,” he drawled
sarcastically, “holds no respect for her mother? She alluded more than once this week she didn’t care if we killed them if
she failed to follow her marriage contract. She is here because of Sidonia and only because of Sidonia.”
“We need to find out what happened,” Dagoberto sighed. “Ippocrate voiced his concerns back then you were not
behaving as a chaste and appropriate man, and he was worried you would defile his niece ahead of the wedding and
then cancel it because she wasn’t pure. He made valid arguments considering how much you sleep around. Your
grandfather and I both agreed to wait until her twenty-first birthday to ensure you wouldn’t back out once you had a
taste of her.”
“Dad, as if I would ever back away from her. She is my world.”
“You did not treat her as your world, Icaro. You treated your cock like it was your world.”
“How do I fix this? I thought I could simply tell her she was my one and she would feel it too and she would understand
those women were lust, but she is my love.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Zorah turned her head away from the conversation in the hopes the two men discussing her so openly while they
believed she still slept didn’t see the smirk on her face at Dagoberto’s insult. Yet she desperately wanted to hear more.
“Dad. Insulting me isn’t helping me.”
“Icaro, my son. I love you. You’re a grown-ass man. You were warned countless times, while pussy is just pussy to a man,
it’s not the same to a woman. Your mother tried to make you understand and you were cocky and arrogant and said
Zorah was your wife and would learn her place. I repeat, you are an idiot.”
“What do I do?”
“I’d suggest groveling, but something tells me she’s not the kind to want to see you on your knees.”
“I’ve apologized.”
“Did you mean it?”
“I never meant to hurt her. Not ever. I truly didn’t think she’d give a damn. Instead, she was in here spouting off how
she’s getting sloppy seconds and then collapsing in the bathroom before trying to fucking end herself by smashing her
head on the floor.”
“She’s lived a very chaste and pure life, Icaro. You disregarded the sacrifice she made and have made no sacrifice of your
own for her. You expected her to simply part her legs and be your wife because now you’re not getting fucked elsewhere.
If you want her to be yours, you need to be hers first.”
“What does this even mean?”
“Figure it out.” Dagoberto sighed. “Wake up your wife. We have a flight leaving in two hours and I’m not delaying
getting home to my wife, my one, because you keep fucking up with yours. Get it together, Icaro.”