My Dangerous Wife (Sequel to My Dangerous Husband)

Chapter No.21

Giovanni Venezia:-

"How are you feeling now, man?" Rick asked when I stepped out of the medical wing, feeling a little better since I wasn't feeling any headache at the moment. They have given me some medicines that I have to take twice a day.

"Feeling much better," I answered and looked around for Heaven "Where is Heaven?"

"She is in the room sleeping. She was exhausted." he informs while I gritted my teeth "Is there something you want to say, Gio?"

"I hate this. I hate that she has to suffer so much because of me. I can tell she is strong but I feel useless at the moment. I can't see her going through this, Rick. I just can't. My heart aches watching her work like this. I can tell just by looking at her that she doesn't belong to this world and kept pampered all these years." I said with a groan, angry at myself "Is there something I can do to help?"

"You're stressed," Rick said, looking at me. You need to let it out, and I know just a place to make you feel better. Come on, follow me." As much as I didn't want to follow, my legs walked on their own. I just wanted to be with my wife. A wife I don't know much about, but I feel strongly connected to her and find her hot—very hot.

Rick guided me through some complicated corridors of the estate and stopped before two doors. He opened them and I stepped inside to find a shooting range and an elaborative gym. I gave him a critical look, arching an eyebrow.

"A shooting range?" I asked, unsure.

Rick winked and then punched me on the shoulder. "Yeah, and a gym. It, I thought, would be good for you to let off some steam."He passed me a pistol and I wrapped my fingers around it; The gun felt weird in my hand, as if this one didn't belong to me "Let’s try developing shooting practice as Let’s start with the shooting practice. Who knows? Maybe it'll come naturally."

"This is not my one." I found myself spoke, stunning Rick with my words.

"How do you know that?" he asked shocked "Do you remember what your one looked like?"

"I...I don't know how I knew that, but it flashed in front of my eyes that my gun had my wedding date engraved as it was the best day of my life." I replied with a smile and Rick patted on my shoulder with a happy expression.

"Someone is remembering pieces of his memory, friend." he smiles "And, indeed your gun has the wedding date engraved, and that gun is currently with Heaven. She was the one who gifted it to you. So, are you ready to shoot?"

"I...I don't think I can do that." I stammer and he chuckles "Of course, you can. Your memories are gone, but not your skills. Just focus on your instincts and you will be fine."

"Rick, can I ask you a question if you don't mind?" I asked him and he nods.

"Anything, Gio," he replied in a heartbeat.

"Why have you really brought me over here?" I asked, "And, why do you all trust me so much?"

"Because you are the best leader and a great man." he answers "And, as for what I brought you over here? I brought you over here because I know you feel left out and even in this condition of yours, and you want to help her, keep her safe, so I want to show you that you still can. I won't lie that Heaven is under a lot of pressure and danger right now. She isn't made for this world, but she is doing this for you so you can recover and return to her."

"You love her. Don't you?" I asked, Rick who chuckles shaking his head.

"I do, but as a daughter, I never had." he replies "Which is why I am worried about her especia...."

"Especially what?" I asked with a raised brow "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"Especially when you are without memories." he lied, I could see in his eyes that he was hiding something from me.

"What deal did she make with Carmen?" I demanded, "And, don't lie."

"I can't tell you about that. Donna's strict order or I will be beheaded." he refused to say "Okay, let's begin. Shall we?" he said pointing at the shooting range.

I gestured dumbly, not knowing if I liked the sound of it or not – but a small, forbidden part of me did. It was as if my body understood holding the gun, even when my mind failed to do so. I proceeded to stand in the firing line with my eye on the target located far away.

"Relax, Gio. Take your time and focus on the target." Rick motivated "You have got this, just follow your gut. Believe in yourself."

I breathed in deeply, aimed my gun, and fired at the target. The depth and strength of the recoil was not much of a surprise, my arms took the jolt without much objection. The impact of the bullet hit the target right on the mark. I gasped and made a momentary responsive blink, and then turned to Rick’s direction and saw him smiling stupidly – like a teacher who had taught his student a trick.

"See? Not bad for a first shot." He waved me on, indicating that I should continue.

I changed my position, standing more assertively this time. One bullet after another struck the mark, each of them striking the circular dot as close as humanly possible to the bulls-eye. What surprised me though was just how natural it seemed to be, it was almost as though another part of me just innately knew it even though I couldn’t recall being taught it.

I put the gun down and stared at Rick with a blank look on my face. "I… ‘I never thought I would be this good,’ I said, still shaking my head in disbelief "Who taught me this?"

"The former don, your father Matteo Venezia," he answers "Now, come on the gym mat and revive some fighting skills. Shall we?"