Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

EPILOGUE Isabella Four months later… Massimo steps forward with our wedding rings. Father De Lucca blesses mine first and hands it to Tristan.

I’m doing my best to hold back the tears of joy but I find I can’t when Tristan takes my hand and stares back at me with so much love. His eyes are brimming with it.

He keeps hold of my hand and says, “I take this ring as a sign of our union and faithfulness in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Tristan slips the ring on my finger and I feel the overflowing sense of happiness I always dreamed about.

Father De Lucca gives me Tristan’s ring and when I take his hand love rises and flows within me.

I just want to savor the moment and remember today, our wedding as a day that was one of the best in my life.

I smile up at my dark knight and I remember the day I first met him. I remember so clearly that day in the park. I was upset. I wished my life would change and then he happened.

“I take this ring as a sign of our union and faithfulness,” I say. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Father De Lucca declares and I become Isabella D’Agostino. What a great name change. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Tristan kisses me and our guest applaud.

It was a beautiful wedding.

As we pull apart I Iook at the people in the church who came to support us. Candace has the biggest smile on her face. She’s so happy for us and she’s become such a great friend to me over the last few months.

Next to her is Sacha. He walked me down the aisle and gave me away. I couldn’t have had a better person give me such an honor. If not for him there would have been many times in my life when I would have slipped into the dark, never to return.

He’s smiling at us but he also has the pride a father would have. He truly was the father I always wanted.

“Come on Bellezza, time to start this adventure of ours,” Tristan beckons and we take our stride down the aisle as husband and wife.

As we do I think of everything that’s happened in theses few months. I got everything I ever wanted, and get my life back on track to how I imagined it to be.

When Tristan and I got engaged I wanted to get married before I got bigger so the last few months have been busy with wedding arrangements, but also with arrangements for my career.

I got a job at the medical Centre here in LA and I’ll be able to work until I can’t. When the baby comes I’ll take enough leave and head back to the classroom to continue my studies and get my final qualifications to be a therapist.

It all worked out exactly how I wanted it to be.

And now Tristan and I are heading back to the island.

I can’t wait to get lost in him all over again, and again forever.

Tristan Eleven months later… “Tristan, let me take the baby, he needs his bath,” Isabella giggles. She tries to reach for Giacomo but I pull away. My wife then gives me that sexy pout she’s trying to make look like she’s angry at me.

“Baby, tell mamma you only need to bathe twice a day, no more than that, and she should also lay of the fluffy animal outfits. We’re men, not stuffed animals.”

When Giacomo gives us a wide toothy grin Isabella and I both start laughing.

“You leave my choice of clothes alone, and the only reason I bathe him so much is because you have him crawling around in the dirt. Look at his fingers.”

She’s right. Even I can’t argue when the baby has mud on his hands. I surrender and hand him over to her. The kid is a mini version of me. From his eyes to his hair. But there’s something about his inner beauty that’s all her. we named him after my father. At five months old, he’s the light in our world.

She takes him and gives me a kiss.

Today is my birthday. It was a good day but she can see I’m not okay.

“Massimo should be here soon, why don’t you go get everything ready. I’ll come back when the baby’s napping.”

“Okay, hurry back. Miss you already.”

She gives me another kiss and as she walks back into the house Massimo comes out on to the terrace.

He greets her and gives Giacomo a little pat on his head then comes over to me.

“Hey, happy birthday,” he says and I tip my head in thanks.

“Thank you. here’s to another year.”

“Definitely.”

With the sentiments over, it’s time to talk again.

I reach across the table and pick up the envelope that arrived bright and early this morning. “I got this,” I say and hand it to him.

He looks at it and pulls out an origami swan.

It’s from Dominic. There’s no note in the envelope and no address except mine on but I know it’s from him. It could only come from him. It’s the sort of thing he would do on a day like today. A sign to show me he was thinking of me.

“That’s it? No note or anything?” Massimo asks.

“That’s it.”

He sighs with frustration, looking the way I feel. “Well your day is about to get stranger. I got this.

No note or anything. I think it was from him too,” he says pulling an envelope from the inside of his jacket. It’s the same kind as what I got.

I open the envelope and take out a piece of paper. It looks like the end of a contract, except where all the names are usually listed there are initials. There are seven of them, with signatures next to them. All signed an agreement to The King.

M. V , R. B, L. V , T. N, K. G, B. F, F. S “What the hell’s this?”

“Clues. Look,” he points to the first set of initials. “Mortimer Viggo, Ricardo Balesteri, Levka V olkov.”

I look up at Massimo with wide eyes. “Fucking hell.” I didn’t even notice that.

“We don’t know who the others are but that’s them. Signed to this person called The King.”

The King… I remember Mortimer talking about the King. He wasn’t just given a label. He was talking about an actual person they call the King.

“You sure it’s Dominic who found this.”

“Yeah.”

“What if it’s our anonymous friend?”

“No, this feels like Dominic because if our anonymous friend had found it he, or she would have sent it already. This has Dominic written all over it. Only he can get his hands on shit like this. Not knowing where he is, is driving me fucking crazy.”

“I know, but what can we do? There’s not a damn thing we can do besides wait.”

It’s been over a year since I last saw Dominic and all I know from the letter today is he’s alive.

Waiting is all we’ve been doing. It doesn’t feel right not knowing from one day to the next if I will ever see him again. I’m not sure which brother could just sit back and not worry.

“I know. I guess it’s good he sent this letter. It gives us hope,” Massimo says.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah.”

“He’s still helping us and I think it leaves us with the question on whether or not we continue with this quest. It’s been years. I have a kid on the way and you have one. Should we be encouraging war?

I don’t want to seem like I’m continuously placing my family in danger.”

I see exactly what he means and I know now why there’s no note. Because it puts the question to all of us.

Do we continue?

Massimo and I are both fathers, married to women we love with all our hearts.

But the past still haunts and lingers in the corner of my mind.

“These people are jointly and severally and guilty together. They plot to kill our father. Mortimer was a pawn. I want them all Massimo. It’s not about encouraging war. It’s about ending it. We reformed the Syndicate and they didn’t want that. I’d say they still don’t. They’ve just been quiet.”

Massimo officially reformed the Syndicate last year and invited Aiden, Claudius and Vincent to join us. That’s all, for now. They’ve joined us with their counterparts. We stuck to tradition in that respect.

“Quiet and maybe watching,” he says.

“Mortimer said more will come and the bigger pieces on the chess board haven’t started playing yet. Time is irrelevant here. Just because they haven’t struck yet doesn’t mean they won’t. They just might not be ready right now.”

“Well, I think this both has to be something we all agree to do. I’m in. What say ye?”

I think about it and glance up at the window above us. I can see Isabella rocking Giacomo to sleep. The two of them are my world.

I promised my bellezza I’d take care of her, and there would always be light wherever she went with me.

I have to do this to make sure I can keep that promise.

I nod. “I’m in brother. I’m in.”