The Mafia's: Bodyguards Redemption

Five: Deja Vu

Deja Vu

Five: Antonio

Sitting at the table I start to tell my Mater about the woman I met in the alleyway. I switched to talking in Latin as I didn’t want her to walk into the kitchen or overhear me talking about her to my mom. I have more respect for people as my Mater has raised me to have. As I tell her about killing the man and him falling to the ground before the woman passed out. My Mater doesn’t even flinch. She knows exactly what her kids were trained to do. The men that were sent to train us never tried to hide what we were being trained for. For being a nun, she has a steal core of strength inside of her. I remember once asking her why she stayed with us. Her answer was always the same to all of us. If she didn’t no one would.

“So, you feel as if she was searching for you? Do you have any clue as to why?” I shake my head as I catch a movement of shadow. I look up and see the same pair of bluish green eyes staring at me that the little girl had, Deja Vu. Is all I can think while I quickly stand up as she slowly enters the kitchen, chewing on her bottom lip. I take a really good look at her. I go stock still as I see the similarities between the little girl and this woman standing in front of me. The same milky white skin. The same straight sloped nose in an oval face. A wide mouth with a full bottom lip and a perfect bow top lip. Then the same soul sucking bluish green eyes that are perfectly spaced apart over high cheek bones. The only difference is the hair color. The woman in front of me is a natural red head. I can tell by her eyebrows and the red freckles dusting over the bridge of her nose. The little girl has black hair with dark brown freckles.

I watch as Mater stands and walks towards the stove. I see her pouring another cup of tea most likely for the woman. I keep standing but back up to the corner of the kitchen keeping a safe distance from the woman who nervously keeps looking my way. Then probably seeing me staring at her she hurries to glance away, her face turning just as red as her hair. I tune back in as I hear my Mater talking to the woman. “Who are you my dear?” Mater asks as the woman glances my way once more before looking back at my Mater. “Don’t mind him. I can promise you my child nothing will happen to you while you are under my roof.”

“Ilaria De Luca, ma’am” The woman says as my Mater looks at me. I nod my head letting her know that is the name of my last mission about a month ago. The one that made me go underground just to rescue a little girl. Is the little girl her sister? Must be as they have so many similar features. “Ilaria, what a beautiful name. One I have not heard since I came here from Sicily many years ago.” I watch as the woman, Ilaria bows her head looking at me out of the corner of her eye. I stand still as a statue as I stare back at her. My heart is pounding against my chest like it wants to break free of my chest. Why does this woman have this effect on me.

“My filius told me you tracked him down into an alleyway where he was attacked. Did you have anything to do with it?” Mater asks while taking a sip of her tea. Ilaria snapes her head up looking at my Mater then to me. “No…. No….” she stutters out looking at me. “I just want to find my daughter before….” She closes her mouth as I see her eyes fill with unshed tears. “Daughter, you look to young to have a daughter.” Mater says as a tear rolls down Ilaria’s eyes. It shocks even me that this woman who looks to be twenty, maybe twenty-one has a child already. “Why would you think my filius would know where she is?”

Now I see the woman getting worked up but surprisingly she takes a deep breath as she looks at me. Staring me straight in my eyes as she answers Mater’s question. “Because I seen you on the battery-operated camera outside of the house carrying my daughter out the front door. I saw you so where is she? Where is my daughter?” Mater looks up at me as my eyes don’t move off the woman sitting there in a rage. Her eyes glowing with her anger as I feel myself drowning. Her eyes snapping that bluish green fire at me.

“Do you have proof of these egregious crimes?” Mater asks as the woman turns to look at her. “Of course, I do. Where is my purse? You do have my purse don’t you.” Mater looks at me once more as I slightly shake my head no and look back to the woman who looks like she is about to have a panic attack. What could she have in her purse that is making her go postal right now.

“No…… No…. No….” She cries as she stands up quickly knocking the chair down as she starts shaking all over. “He will find me.” She looks around crazily as my Mater tries to calm her down. “No, you don’t understand. The dead body will draw the police. The family owns the police. He will find me….” Now by body becomes ridged as my Mater looks at me in shock. “What family, who are you talking about?” Mater says grabbing her shaking hands. I hold my breath hoping to any and every God out there that she doesn’t say what I think she is going to.

“The Rossi family. My…. My…. Husband Alessio” My heart stops beating as I walk with purpose to the front door. “Filius.” I hear my Mater calling me as I turn to look at her holding Ilaria in her arms as she sobs so loud that I have to raise my voice to talk. I do so in Latin. “I will be back later. Take care of her and don’t let her leave. Lock the door and don’t let anyone inside.” I state, walking out the front door keeping to the alleyways as I move. There is only one thing I can do now.

* “Filius” is Latin for son. *