Mafia's Redemption: Terzo - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

TERZO
“How’s your broken heart?” Katie asked as she slid onto the stool.
It had been forty-eight hours since I last spoke with Dani over the phone, and she didn’t pick up after that, nor reply to my messages. And I was losing hope and patience.
“I’m losing my shit, Katie.” I raised my middle finger at her, downing the alcohol that burned my throat immediately. I didn’t even wince. “I called you for advice.”
“Marital issue is not my forte. Ask me how to con her stepfather, I’m all in.” She called the bartender and ordered a Martini.
“I don’t know what to do anymore. My sister would not talk to me about my wife. I couldn’t get into the penthouse. She and her husband removed me from the visitor list.”
“Is that so?” She grinned. “Since when did you lose your way? You broke into the most heavily guarded russian mafia compound. Penthouse? It’s a piece of cake, but I know why you don’t wanna try.”
“I don’t want my sister to hate me. I don’t want a divorce because if I mention it, that’s the next thing I’ll receive.”
“Have you started surveillance?”
“Yeah. She never got out of that penthouse.”
She shook her head. “She’s probably not there anymore. Man, she has new friends. Lake Winston and Gabe Linden. She made it out without you even noticing it. Do you have her passport?”
I stared at her in shock. “Son of bitches. Then where is she now?”
“I don’t know. Call her, we’ll trace her call.”
“She won’t pick up my call.”
She smiled and dialed Dani’s number. “What friends are for, right?”
I stole it from her. “Dani? Mia bella?”
“What’s up, dude?” the voice of the man replied, whom I didn’t recognize, not even one of Maverick and Lake’s bodyguards. “Dani is not available to answer your call right now. She’s in the shower.”
“Who the fuck is this? Tell me where my wife is, or I will come find you and burn you alive.” Anger boiled in my veins, hot and volatile. I couldn’t think of anything but to kill that motherfucker who answered her phone.
My body shook at the thought of some random man touching my wife, had his dick inside her while she writhed underneath.
“Dani? Someone here named Katie wants to talk to you. He said he’ll burn me alive.”
“Hey, fucker. That’s not what I said.”
“That’s exactly what you said, Katie,” said the fucker.
“Fuck you. Put my wife on the phone.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it didn’t work.
Seconds later, I heard her voice. “Katie?”
I shut my eyes and listened to her sweet voice. I fucking missed her. I felt like I lost my limbs without her. She was everywhere, in the corners of the apartment, her scent on the pillow, and it was driving me insane.
I missed her lips, her kiss, her breath, her touch. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I wanted to feel alive with her underneath me, writhing, with my cock deep inside her, feeling her tight and warm wetness gripping me like vise.
“Dani, it’s me.” Nobody responded, but I could hear someone was on the other line. “Dani, please, talk to me, sweetheart?”
“Don’t use Katie, Terzo.” The call ended.
“What the fuck?” My chest heaved in anger as I gave Katie’s phone back.
“I told you. Give her time. Let her miss you. Try going off the grid, disappearing from the earth for a month, and you will find your wife looking for you. Trust me. I saw how she looked at you. She cares about you. I think she’s even falling for you.”
I snorted. “Well, she has her way of showing it.” I signaled the bartender to give me another drink. “I’m just gonna get drunk until I get comatose.”
“You’re stupid.” She shook her head in amusement. “I never thought this day would come where you’d gone crazy over a woman. Dani is a good woman. She’s loyal. You should have seen her when I told her you got arrested. That day, I realized you’re in good hands, but you’re stupid.”
“You said that already.”
“Well, I’m gonna repeat it until it sticks in your head. T, she stood by you. She forgave you. She left her life for you. Even if you killed her brother, she still chose to be with you rather than be with her father. For fuck’s sake, she married you, T. Do you realize how often that happened? None. You’re a lucky son of a bitch yet you mistreated her.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” I drank again, but the pain was still there, permanently in my chest. “I know. I fucked it up. My marriage is heading towards divorce if I can’t fix this.”
“I only have one advice for you. Let her heal, but don’t give up. You just have to be patient and give her enough time to herself. If you mean something to her, she’d be there when you come back.”
“I can’t. I need to keep her safe. I need to see her.”
“Fuck you.” She rose to her feet, annoyed. “Don’t call me next time if you won’t take my advice seriously. And T, you deserved this, asshole.”
I woke up to the constant vibrating of my thigh and the ringing of my phone. My head hurt. My mouth was dry. I cracked my eyes open to find my phone. It was in the pocket of the jeans I wore yesterday.
I answered the call. “Yeah.”
“Meet me at Hodge in one hour.” What? Who was that? Her voice sounded familiar.
I squinted as I looked at the caller ID. “Shit.”
I was already fully awake and ran towards the bathroom. I took two tablets and showered. Then I put on cleaned clothes and called Marco and Gio. I knew they were already awake at nine in the morning.
Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at the Hodge Cafe and ordered black. I sat at the corner booth and waited for my meeting to arrive. I hadn’t sipped, Grace Ridge had arrived.
I raised my hand to call her. I was even surprised she called me, let alone meet me. I hoped she had good news to bring this time.
“Coffee?”
“No. I’ve had two cups since I woke up,” she said as she pushed the file across the table with the words For Eyes Only in bold letters. “If you read this, there’s no going back. I have bad news about Adams.”
“Is she in trouble?”
“Yes, but we’ll get to that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t just call me to meet you here for this file.”
“Yes. About the book. I have good news and bad news. Let’s start with the good news.”
“Okay. Where can I find the book?”
“That’s the bad news. No one knows.” But she was also interested about finding the damn book. I could see it in her eyes. But why? I didn’t have a fucking clue.
“Well, shit. What’s the good news then? It seems that all I got lately is bad news.”
“Even if you find it, you can’t give it to Giordani.”
“I have a feeling you might say that, but I agree with you. I kept thinking about what you said to me the other day about Francesco.”
“Well, the story I’m about to tell you is somehow linked to Giordani and the book.” She seemed careful. Her gaze swept the room before she looked back at me. “Twenty years ago, there was an Irish Mafia. I don’t know if you heard about Cillian MacLynch.”
“No, I haven’t heard of him.”