The Mafia's Contracted Bride

Chapter Six - Ciao Bella Cigno (Hello Beautiful Swan)

Chapter Six  -  Ciao Bella Cigno (Hello Beautiful Swan)

Marco paced the floor of the room his men had commandeered, nervous energy rushing through his vein’s. His gut was off whack, telling him to pull out of this meeting, and as much as he trusted his instincts, he felt he was unsettled more about the possibility of finding Eva. If it turned out to be her, then the ugly duckling had turned into a beautiful swan, this disturbed him, and he could not understand why.

“Boss, it is time” Tony said.

Marco nodded, as he walked out the door of the old, abandoned factory unit, his phone began to ring.

“Yes” he answered his frustration clear in his tone.

“Boss, we are at the Marini’s, and they confirmed it is her”

“Are you sure they are not lying?” Marco hissed; this was going to cause him more complications,

“Judging by the emotional breakdown of the mother, I think they are telling the truth”

Marco disconnected the call, he needed to have his head in the game when dealing with Sanchez and climbed into the awaiting car. Tony sat shotgun to the driver and two more guards followed behind. As they began the short journey, Marco’s phone rang once more

“Mamma Mia!” he huffed out in exasperation before answering

“Yes!” he snapped

“Boss, we have another problem, our sources inform us that Romano Petrucci with a team of ten guards have left their mansion, and are heading for the airport, they also say, they have had word that you have found Eva, and they are on their way to get her as payback for Paulo”

“f**k!” Marco bellowed, it was now out of his hands, no matter what happens, he has to take Eva back with him, before the Petrucci’s get to her, after all the Marini’s pay for his protection.

“Trouble Boss?” Tony asked, looking over at the red face of his boss as he continued a string of curses.

“It’s her, and we definitely have a leek that needs plugged, because Romano Petrucci is on his way to the airport to come here and get her” Marco growled.

“Boss, we need to do this meet first, it is a three hour direct flight, then they have to get here, so we have three and a half hours” Tony spoke, instantly calculating how much time they had in his analytical brain.

“Then I need this meeting done within one hour tops” Marco growled.

As the car pulled up at the gates of the fields in Windy Nook, Marco waited for his guards to check the area, his mind working overtime, wondering how he was going to get Eva to come with him without kidnapping her, but kidnap her he would if she would not see sense. Although he did not want a woman or to marry the girl, he had to protect her or the deal with her parents would go south and he would need to find a way to launder the millions he received from the weapons he sold.

“They have just pulled up boss” Tony stated.

“Okay, leave them to stand for five minuets and then we go in” Marco ordered.

In the distance, Marco noticed the tall man, hair tied back in a man bun, wearing leather trousers and a satin shirt, with one guard, the others in a car set to the side of the park area. Marco nodded to Tony,

“Have the boys keep an eye on the guards” Marco ordered, then pulling down his black knitted jumper over his black jeans, he walked over to where Sanchez stood.

“Ah, Mr Dovizioso, finally we meet” Sanchez greeted Marco.

Instantly the hairs on the back of Marco’s neck stood on end, there was something not right about this man, he could feel it deep in his bones.

“Mad Dog, how can we be of service?” Marco stated, knowing the man loved that stupid title.

“Ahh I see you have heard of my reputation” Sanchez laughed and puffed up his chest

Marco remained silent, waiting for Sanchez to tell him what he wanted.

Sanchez frowned slightly, taking the silence as a slight, but placed a smile on his face

“I need AK47’s around 100 hand guns, and a steady supply of ammo” Sanchez stated, with a flick of his hand.

“How many AK’s?” Tony asked, forever the numbers man

“Ten to start with” Sanchez said with a shrug

“We are more than able to provide you with what you need, however, I have a few questions” Marco stood staring into Sanchez’s eyes, intimidating the Mexican.

Sanchez, did not like to feel intimidated, and curled his lip up in disgust at the Italian, how dare he do that to him, did he not know who he was, he was Mad Dog, the Man, he was to be feared and respected, who did this Italian scum think he was to question him.

“I am Mad Dog, I am not to be questioned, only to be obeyed, you will not question me, all men fear me” Sanchez shouted at Marco.

“I am sure they do” Marco answered, not masking the sarcasm in his voice.

“However, I have questions, and if you want my weapons, you will answer them” Marco said his voice soft, but full of authority.

“Do not test me Italian, I have killed four people just this week, I am the most feared man in the United Kingdom, even now they talk about me, not knowing who I am, or why I kill who I kill.” Sanchez shouted but pride in his murderous activities was evident in his tone and stance

Marco had heard enough, the man was clearly unstable, and no matter how much money he could make from the deal, if the man was uncontrollable, he would cause more harm than good, and be a risk to his entire operation.

“I have heard enough; we will not do business with you” Marco stated.

“Then I will go to the Russians” Sanchez spat onto the floor at his feet before turning on his heal and walking towards his car.

Marco turned shaking his head, he had travelled a long way to meet with a psychopath, and he doubted the intelligence was correct that claimed he had MI5 in his pocket. Turning and walking away, suddenly Sanchez shouted.

“YOU WILL FEAR ME, I AM MAD DOG!” and a gun shot was heard, as Marco slumped to the ground, the burning pain in his arm indicating he had been hit.

Suddenly Marco was surrounded by his men, all of them shouting orders as they dragged him to the car and to safety.

“Boss, the bullet is still in the wound” Tony shouted

“We have no doctor with us, or on hand in the UK, you need to get to a hospital, the bullet is lodged beside an artery” Tony said, poking around his wound.

“f**k!” Marco bellowed again, he needed to find Eva, and they needed to get out of here.

“If we go to a hospital, they will call the police” Marco hissed out

“Give a false name Boss, as soon as they get the bullet out and stich it up you will have to get out of the place” Tony implored him, knowing they could not have him fly home with a bullet in his arm.

Marco cursed once more, they had no power here, there was nobody he could intimidate, why the f**k had he come, he should never doubt his gut!

Emma lay down in her on call room, attempting some sleep whilst she could, the day had been quiet, which meant she could rest for a while, as she lay, her pager buzzed. Emma looked at it sighing, it was always the same, you lie down after waiting around for hours to see if there is work to do and instantly you pager went off.  

A&E Gunshot Wound

Emma jumped up and ran to the reception. Jack stood at the desk and smiled

“Hey beautiful, got a gunshot wound in the arm, patient conscious, going by the name of Mr Smith with no identification on him, surprise, surprise, anyway, just calling the boys in blue, he is in bay four” Jack informed her

So much for a quiet night, Emma thought to herself, although she would take a look at it, but she would require the on call surgeon.

Emma walked towards bay four, and opened the door to the, as she did, she froze, every last drain of blood left her as her eyes met with the man she had ran from for all these years.

“Eva” Marco whispered.

“Sorry, I am Dr Emma Smith” she said, hoping to bluff her way out of the situation.

“As you wish, now close the door Dr Emma Smith, Smith is a popular name tonight Bellisimo Cigno” Marco’s voice soft but with a thick Italian accent.

Eva closed her eyes, and turned to close the door, then turned to look at Marco, she could not show fear, she must hold eye contact, and she had to do her job and then run from this place, far, far, away.

Walking over to Marco, she could not help to notice just how perfect his facial features were, his thin roman nose, short black hair, the muscles on his bare chest, and tattoos on his arm up to his neck. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she looked at him.

“Mr Smith, I need to look at your wound before calling a surgeon” she spoke, her voice steady not indicating anything of the fear she felt inside.

“No Eva, you do it” Marco said his eyes not leaving hers.

“Mr Smith” Eva continued to try and pretend but she knew it was a thankless task this dangerous man knew who she was.

“Eva, you do it, now” Marco ordered softly

“The police are on the way” Eva spoke, wondering if she could use this situation to her advantage.  

“If I help you now” she whispered

“you leave me alone and never return, neither of us wanted that marriage, so you promise me to just leave, and let me disappear again, and I will get the bullet out, stich you up and have you out of here before the cops arrive” Eva stated, hands on her hips

Marco was impressed with his beautiful Swan, she held her fear well, and thought of a solution to her advantage instantly, maybe she would make a good mafia wife after all.

“Deal, just do it now” Marco stated, knowing to lie to her right now would get the job done, he would deal with getting her out of here and taking her home later.

“Wait there I need to get an operating kit” Eva hissed, the left the room.

Marco smiled, and pulled out his phone and sent a message to his head of technology

Doctor Eva Smith, Works at Queen Elizabeth Hospital Gateshead, find her address NOW tell no one else

Marco replaced the phone in his pocket as Eva walked back into the room holding a tray with a scalpel, needle, surgical thread and long plyers.

“You should have an aesthetic, but we don’t have time even for a local one, so sit back this is going to hurt” Eva said, whilst examining the bullet wound

“You will enjoy seeing me in pain, I think” Marco chuckled

Eva froze slightly and looked at him, then with a smile nodded her head at him.  Marco began to laugh, she was full of sass, and strangely he liked that about her.

“Do not move, else I will hit the artery and you will blead out in seconds” Eva stated,

The door opened to the bay, and Eva froze once more.

“Hey beautiful, do you want me to sit in with you” Jack asked, he did not like leaving her alone with the obviously dangerous man.

“No thank you Jack, but can you check on Bay two for me, see if the blood results are back yet” Eva dismissed Jack, hoping he had not noticed her attempting to take out the bullet herself.

“Gotcha, if you need me just ring the buzzer” Jack said, before heading back out the door.

“Boyfriend?” Marco growled out.

He did not like the thought of her having a man in her life, and the desire to slip Jacks throat was playing over in his mind.

“Not your business, now keep still” Eva hissed back in anger.

Marco watched as Eva began to cut around the wound with a steady hand, he winced and gritted his teach as she placed the plyers into the hole, and twisted the bullet, before pulling it out.

“f**k” he cursed as she pulled the bullet from the wound.

Instantly Eva applied gauze, and checked her work, then began to stitch it.

“You may need antibiotics” Eva said her tone matter of fact.

“I can get them in Italy, now just get this done, and I will disappear” Marco lied

Eva nodded, and stitched up the wound, concentrating hard on her task so that she did not have to think about the man who she was sewing up. Wrapping the arm with a bandage, she nodded at Marco.

“You are good, but get it checked out when you get to Italy” she whispered.

Marco grabbed her hip with his free arm “Grazie Bellissimo Cigno” he whispered in her ear.

Eva shuddered slightly, then glared at him and nodded. She needed him out of this place, and she needed to run as soon as he left.

Marco watched, as Eva left the room, then instantly grabbed his jumper pulling it on and stood behind the door looking out the glass panel as he saw the police stood at the reception desk, he quickly opened the door and slipped out, walking in the opposite direction. As he found a fire exit, he ran out to the carpark where Tony waited, and jumped in the car, his phone pinged with a text.

As soon as Eva left Marco in his room, she walked out to the on call room, grabbed her bag, then sent a message that she had to leave the hospital for a family emergency, then headed out the front doors where the taxi waited for fairs, getting in she quickly made her way up the stairs to her apartment and opened the door. Eva, cursed, as she ran to her bedroom, and began pulling clothes out of her wardrobe and dumping them into a case, she walked to the bathroom, and emptied the shelves, before going to her vanity unit and opening the draw grabbing the brown envelope stuffed with money. She quickly pulled off her scrubs and pulled on a pair of black leggings and white sloppy sweatshirt and pulled on a pair of van’s cursing once more that she had left her clothes in the on call room, she pulled out a long black trench coat, then dragging her suitcase behind her, she exited her bedroom, and walked down the small corridor to the living room, where she instantly froze. The smell of cigar smoke filled the nostrils and sat in her chair was Marco.

“Ciao Bella Cigno”