Ruthless Mafia 30

“Do you hear yourself? She was a victim of fraud, and you want to kill her to restore my honor? Why? Because she
thought I was a woman encroaching on her boyfriend?”
“She ruined our wedding night.”
“You did!” Zorah yelled at him. “You ruined it by pulling a weapon I didn’t even know you had on you and shooting a woman in the leg with it!” She collapsed to the floor curling up in a ball, “I want to go home.” She sniffed angrily, hot
angry tears rolling down her cheeks. “I never asked for any of this. I never asked for such a horrible thing in my life.” She
looked heavenward, “I was a good girl. I did everything Father Giannone demanded of me. I went to church almost every
single day and for what? For what?” She yelled at the ceiling. “I am trapped to a murderous psychopath who shoots first
and asks questions second and okay, fine, maybe he is sexy, but I bet Lucifer is too! Why am I being punished? What did I
do so wrong?” she cried into her hands.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Dagoberto’s voice bounced furiously off the walls and Zorah curled deeper into
herself.
“This psychopath showed up in my bed while I was downstairs talking to you!” Icaro motioned to the unconscious woman. “Her dumbass brother gave her a key to my bridal suite. Apparently, someone in the palatial suite is pretending
he’s me and the brother thought when I called down for towels it would be prudent to simply give his sister the key to my honeymoon.”
“And your bride? Why is she curled into the fetal position?” Dagoberto leaned over her and cursed under his breath
when Zorah flinched at his movement. “Zorah, child, I am not here to hurt you.” He whispered gently. “Come now. Let’s
get you up.” He took her by the hands and glared at his son. “She,” he pointed to the woman sobbing in his arms,
“should come first. Before dealing with all of this shit, you should have taken care of your wife and made sure she was
safe and secure. I will manage the rest of this. Take your wife to another room and ensure she is well.”
Zorah clutched Dagoberto’s lapels, “the poor woman doesn’t deserve to die. It is not her fault. Please, save her. It’s not
her fault.”
Dagoberto kissed her forehead gently, “my daughter, I will make sure she has the best medical care Lucchesi can afford.
You go with Icaro.” He glowered at the manager on his knees, “call down to the desk and get another suite opened for
my son and daughter.”
They all waited as the man tearfully used his in-house cell phone and asked which of the executive suites were available
and then ordered a clerk to meet Mr. Lucchesi and his bride in a new room as there was an issue with theirs.
The door opened again and this time a man in an expensive suit came into the room with multiple guns pointed at his
head and he was blustering about how he was Icaro Lucchesi, and they were going to pay for kidnapping him.
Icaro stood in front of the man and looked him up and down and the other man paled, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Dagoberto grunted under his breath. “My daughter has two sons, and one steals from
me and traffics women and the other pretends he is his cousin and lies to women about who he is.” He gave an annoyed
huff, “Icaro you cannot kill my sister’s youngest son. I will deal with this shit. Take Zorah now and leave.”
“Uncle Dagoberto, I’m sorry. I only wanted to know what it was like to be a big shot, and I got caught up. He gets all the
pussy and none of us ever get anything but his cast offs. I only wanted –”
“You are a load your mother should have swallowed.” Icaro grunted angrily before punching his cousin in the belly and
forcing him to his knees. He looked at his father, “put him on a slow boat back home and I will happily deal with him
myself when he arrives.”
“Go!” Dagoberto ignored his son’s request.
The sound of skin on skin, a slap or punch perhaps, followed Zorah into the hall as Icaro dragged her towards the
elevator. He shot her a sideways look as the doors opened, “I do not like my father cleaning up my messes. I should be in
there.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t make them.” She sniffed wiping tears off her cheeks. “If you weren’t such a man-whore
then none of this would have happened.”
“How is a woman I never slept with my fault?”
“Because it is clear your exploits and behaviors are legendary. Your own family thinks you get so much pussy,” the word
burned her tongue, “they are tired of your sloppy seconds and they’re lying, pretending they are you for the mere chance
to get first dibs on a woman you may not have touched yet.”
“Un-fucking-believable!” he cursed at her. “This is not my fault.”
The doors opened to the floor below them and a staff member was there with a key to another room. Zorah sniffed,
aware the employee of the hotel must have thought she was a mess because she felt it and she hadn’t even seen a mirror yet, “we need two rooms, not one. Get another set of keys.”
Icaro stumbled back at Zorah’s words, “why do we need two rooms?”
“Do you think I can truly sleep in the same bed as you after all of that?” she waved her hand overhead.
Icaro ripped the key from the waiting woman’s hand and then opened the door and shoved Zorah inside, slamming it on
the staff member. “You are my wife. We sleep together.”
“You shot a woman and left her to bleed out on the floor in front of me. I do not want to sleep with you. I am certainly
not having sex with you.” Simply the notion of it caused bile to rise from deep in her belly until she could taste it.
He gave her an incredulous look, “it is our wedding night!”
“You shot a woman in our bedroom on our wedding night. I am far too shaken up, right now to even consider having
sex.” She couldn’t even believe he was still thinking of it. “I am terrified of you right now. You shot a woman. You
threatened to murder her in cold blood. All because she entered the wrong room.”
“Sweetheart,” he tried to calm his words, “there are assassins out there who would love to kill me, and they would be
able to do it as naked as the woman in the room was. I needed to take the advantage before she did.”
“I need you to leave.” She shook her head and sat on the edge of the bed.