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“Do you really want me back?” I asked in a controlled voice.
I really didn’t want to go back but I would if it meant that I could keep Steph and her family safe.

“Yes we do,” David replied in a tight voice but I could hear the success hidden underneath.
He thought that he won? Well he’s got another thing coming.

“I will go back but only on one condition,” I commented loud eno
ugh so that everyone could hear. David’s smile faltered and he asked the next thing in very tight voice, “What is this one
condition
?”

“I’ll only go back if you swear that no one
from the Mafia will ever bother them again,” I explained. I tried to make sure that my point got across to everyone.

“And what happens if I say no?” David asked trying to imply his point. I smiled and David’s smile completely disappeared.

“Then we disappear,” I replied and I looked directly at Markus when I said it. He nodded in silent agreement. Then I looked to Devin who also nodded but more discreetly than Markus. I could see that David was deciding whether he could afford to lose me or not. From his displeased expression I could tell that he had decided that he couldn’t afford to lose me.

“Very well we shall leave them be,” David replied in his most business like voice.
I had no idea if he would actually keep his word but I would keep mine as best as I could. I nodded to him in acknowledgement of his promise. I walked over to where Stephanie lay on the ground surrounded by her family. Steph seemed to be doing a bit better I mean at least she was conscience.

“No one will bother you guys, I promise,” I whispered to everyone. They all nodded, no one spoke a word.

“Steph, I’m sorry but I have to leave to keep you guys safe,” I told her not sure how much she got. “I hope you can forgive me.”

I started to get up but Steph had a hold of my hand. She turned to look at me. Her face was
bloodly along with pretty much all of her clothing. I almost didn’t hear her when she spoke to me because she was so quiet, “Only if I can come to visit.”

I wasn’t quite sure
what she meant by that. I was pretty sure that there was no way for her to just walk in the front door to come visit. Steph let me go and I got up, confused. I walked with David to his black limo and got in. What did I just do?

Chapter 23

Stephanie Wilson

Boston
4:37 pm Monday June 25
th
2029

“Stephanie you really shouldn’t be down here,” Kevin called from the door to the basement. I didn’t even bother turning to look at him. I already knew the speech by heart and the expression to go with it. I switched from hitting the punching bag to doing sit-ups on the floor. It hurt a bit since I wasn’t completely healed but I was healed enough that I didn’t bleed like I did before.

“Stephanie what is bothering you?” Kevin asked exasperated. This was new. No one even bothered asking if something was bothering me. But I kind of
knew how he felt, well to some extent anyway. I stopped half-way through a sit-up and looked up at Kevin. He looked a lot better than he had a couple weeks ago. He still had a couple of scratches and bruises but the limp was almost gone.

Kevin was leaning up against the
door frame his sandy blonde hair was hanging in his face, looks like he needs to get his hair cut…again. He was wear a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, which I wasn’t too sure if they were supposed to be like that. He wasn’t a bad looking guy so I hadn’t really understood why he didn’t have a girlfriend until he came up and told me that he was gay.

It took a little time to swallow but I got it down and supported him as best as I could.
Kevin had been on a few dates but he hasn’t found anyone, well he has but it’s been a while since they’d seen each other. I keep telling him that he has plenty of time but I think that it worries him a bit. No one else knows that he’s gay besides me which was how he wanted to keep it.

“
It was something that the group of guys said while they were beating on me,” I told Kevin and went back to doing sit-ups. I could tell that he was waiting for me to elaborate but I wouldn’t until he asked the right question.

“What did they say that has bothered you to this extent?” Kevin asked a slight bit of humour in his voice.
I smiled and sat up. That was the million dollar question that I’ve been waiting to hear for a good while now.

“They are planning on killing Antonio and David,” I replied smiling. Kevin just looked
all out confused.

“’They’ who?” Kevin asked as he came down into the basement, clearly interested now.

“Darcy and Hayley, and they are going to make it look like an accident,” I commented between doing each sit-up. Kevin still looked kind of confused.

“Then why are you smiling?” he asked as I was taking a break from doing sit-ups. My side still hurts from where I
’d been shot the other night.

“
I’m smiling because I know when, where and how it’s going to happen,” I replied as I got up to go get a drink of water from my water bottle. I looked at Kevin as I was drinking the water. It was starting to sink in for him too. I could see it in the twitching of his lips and from the look that was coming into his eyes.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” Kevin asked
as his smile started to turn devilish. I returned his smile and put down my water.

“We may not be able to take down the Mafia but maybe we can expose a couple of people,” I expla
ined slowly, thinking it through as I spoke, “and crack the binds that hold them together.”

“They would turn on each other and destroy themselves…in time,” Kevin replied nodding. We both sat there in silence thinking. What could go wrong? What would happen if we failed? What would happen if we succeeded? What would happen to Antonio?
What would happen to us?

We were about to take
on a big risk and who knows what would happen in the end? We needed to plan of action. I looked up to Kevin and he nodded. We need a plan and supplies. We needed to think of everything that could possibly go wrong and how to prevent it from happening. For the rest of the day and for most of the night, Kevin and I stayed up and planned everything down to the finest detail.

It was still a few days until the plan was to be put into action.
We did training, practised drills and fired off a few rounds from time to time. Eventually we had to tell our mother’s what was going on and they didn’t like it one bit. But they knew that they couldn’t stop us from doing what we thought was right, so they helped us out as best as they could. They would bring out drinks and snacks for us to munch on while we practised and went through all of things we needed to.

We practised until we were stiff and sore. But there were still some things that just didn’t feel
right about the plan. I tried to go over the plan to find what made me uneasy but it was no use. No matter how many times I was to go through that plan and train for the worst case scenarios nothing helped to relax the uneasiness I felt in my stomach. I even tried meditating which I never do unless things are really bad and I can’t get one coherent train of thought.

While I was meditating in the basement Anthony and Andrew came down and began pra
ctising on the punching bag together. They don’t normally come down here when they know that I’m meditating unless they have something that they want to tell me. But they usually just come up, say what they want to and then they leave. I guess they actually want to talk to me, this is very rare.

“Is there something that you guys would like to get off your chests’?” I asked not moving or opening my eyes.
They knew what I was asking about and for a minute the noise stopped. Then I heard the patter of feet as they walked over to where I sat, on the floor by the furnace. The furnace heated my back which helped me to relax better and it is also why I preferred this spot over any other place to meditate.

“Sister
, are you sure about this?” I think it was Anthony who asked this. But with my eyes closed it was difficult to distinguish who was who. I took a deep breath, as my heart started to beat a little faster, to try to calm down my already rising emotions. I really had hoped to keep this from them but they are family and it’s very hard to keep secrets from family. I had been quiet too long, and the boys started to fidget.

“What we mean to ask is…well umm…do you really like him, sister?” I think it was Andrew
who asked this time. However it didn’t really matter because I was buried in my own thoughts. No one had ever asked me out right how I felt about this or about him. People just take impressions of people from what they see and from what they hear from other people. And now that someone was asking me I didn’t know what to say.

I opened my eyes and looked to my brothers who were sitting down in front of me, with their own eyes closed and their heads lowered.
I wasn’t too sure how to reply or even what the right answer was but I had to try. I sighed and took another deep breath. I only had a couple of days left. I’d better get everything sorted out before then, because if it comes down to it how much am I really willing to risk to save Antonio?

I thought about all of the things we had to go through to be together, and how much we had already gone through.
There would be people who were against us and people who would stand by us. There would be rumours spread and people would gossip about us. Also there might be jealous women or men for that matter. Things would not go smoothly for the first year at least.

I
grimaced at the thought of people trying to break us apart. I did not like that option but it was a possibility, and I had to think of all the possibilities. Antonio gave himself up for us the least we could do was “take out the trash”. And maybe I would get to see him one last time before we leave for the land that we have the deed for. I would never see him again after that. Well that is if Kevin and I make it out alive with a friend in tow. But I’m getting off track. I thought about the question again and found my answer. It was much easier to decide than it had been a couple of minutes ago.

“Yes I do,” I replied as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I heard the boys fidget and whisper to one another however I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I blocked out the noises as best as I could but it wasn’t easy.

Then a thought came to me, what if we were too late? Or what if it was a trap? So this is what was bothering me for the past couple of days.
Was I thinking that it was too easy of a job, because I knew for a fact that it sure as hell wasn’t. But that might be it I might be over thinking it. I mean maybe it’s because I have something more to lose this time. That’s probably why I’m so nervous and over thinking things.

“Sister there is something you need to know,” Andrew and Anthony said carefully. I opened my eyes an
d looked up at my brothers. It was never good news when they talked in sync like that.

“Yes?” I asked nervously but I tried to keep up a calm appearance. “What is it?”

“The date that you think the killing is going to take place at is not the right date,” Andrew replied quietly without looking at me.

“How do you know?” I asked in a relatively calm voice, but inside I was freaking out. My heart was pounding like crazy and my mind was all over the place.
I really hope I wasn’t too late. God, I would hate myself if I was too late.

“We heard Darcy talking when we went out to get some stuff from the store,” Anthony replied not looking at me either.

“When are they going to do it?” I asked my voice tight as I tried to control all of my emotions that were building up inside me. I didn’t really want to hear the answer but I had to find out when it is or was for that matter.

“They are going to do it…tomorrow night,” the twins replied together. They both seemed very worried and cautious. But I let out a sigh of relief because I was happy that I
wasn’t too late, and then I started to freak out again. I only had until tomorrow night to figure out where it was going to take place and how I was going to get in there without being spotted.

I jumped up from where I was seated and ran out of the basement to try to find Kevin. We had to make a plan quickly, before it was too late. I found Kevin in the kitchen with Momma Betty working on a recipe for some kind of stew it looked like.
When I came panting into the kitchen they both turned around startled.

“Kevin…we got a problem,” I told him between breaths. Kevin and Betty looked to each other and then looked back to me.
They both looked concerned and they had ever right to be with what we had to throw together at the last second. If we wanted this to succeed then we would have to plan everything down to the last detail. There can be no mistakes, and no hesitation.

Chapter 24

Darcy Caine

Boston 9:06 am Friday July 13
th
2029

“Everything is ready Darcy,” Hayley commented as I walked into the basement with two guys at my side.

“Good, we can’t let him and his little bitch
, ruin everything that I’ve worked so hard to get into place,” I replied signally to the two guys to go to either side of Hayley.

Hayley started to look uneasy. She should for what I’ve planned for her. I sneered at Hayley and she looked terrified.
Hayley started to make a run for the door but one of the guys grabbed her before she could get too far.

“Darcy, what’s all this about
?!” Hayley screamed infuriated. She tried to struggle away from the guy but I could see that he had a good grip on her. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Well I can’t have any loose ends now can I?” I asked her, not expecting her to answer.
She was just some annoying bitch that became very useful to me. But now she is no longer of any use to me.

“I thought we were in on this together!” Hayley screamed and tried again to get away.
But when I looked at the guy who was holding her he just seemed to be enjoying it.

“You know what’s great about this room?” I asked her smiling. “Its sound proof so no one will be able to hear you scream.”

I let my smile show exactly what I meant and I enjoyed the horror on Hayley’s face as she realized she wasn’t getting out of here alive. I looked to the two men who I had brought with me and nodded to them to let them have their fun with her. I took a seat on a chair that was against the wall. I sat there and watched the whole thing.

I enjoyed watching her try to fight the guys off as they ripped her clothes off. I enjoyed hearing her screaming. I guess people would call me insane but I call it
being in power. Once the guys were finished with her and she lay broken and naked on the floor, I pulled out my gun from the back of jeans.

“No loose ends,” I told her again and shot her in the head before she could scream or utter a
nother word. I felt so calm and relaxed. I guess because this wasn’t the first person I’ve killed like this. I enjoyed the power and I enjoy the kill. Killing didn’t bother me and I don’t think it ever really did.

Now I just have to kill a couple more people and all of my problems will be solved. The next person on my list is that brat Antonio…but maybe I won’t have to kill him. He is quite a catch and I’m sure he’s pretty good in bed too. Hopefully much better then his father. That old coot doesn’t even make me hot anymore.
So I started sleeping with his guards and other younger members of the Mafia.

And if he doesn’t want to be with me then I’ll kill him. That sounds like a plan. I smiled to myself and set off to the kitchen to grab his lunch before it was delivered. As I took his lunch down to his room I threw some of my black market poison into his soup. I have no idea what it’s made of but it does the trick.

I caught myself before I started to laugh at my ingenious plan. Hmm…maybe I am insane…oh well I love being like this.