Repaying the Mafia’s Dept

TRISTAN I only left her when I was sure she was okay and I made sure I had a man watching the house. Just outside. Not inside because I didn’t want to disturb the air of freedom Isabella spoke of.

I’ll be back later to help her pack what she wants and we’ll head back to LA in a few days.

I’m on my way back to the house we rented. We had some casualties on our side but nothing close to what the Mortimer and his men suffered.

Our main people got out alive. What a fucking battle though. These past years have seen us in battles that were life or death.

The ones where you know if you make it out once you hope to never experienced anything like it again. Having it happen twice and making it out again changes you.

I saw how my brothers had my back and I feel that trust is restored between us.

I don’t know what will happen next but I know I have to be on the lookout for it.

One thing I promised myself though is that I’m not going to spend my days consumed with rage and allow life to pass me by. I’m not going to spend every waking hour thinking of revenge the way I have for the last six years.

I won’t do that to myself because things have changed for me and I’m about to be a father. I won’t allow myself to take anything from my girl and my kid, and that means stealing happiness.

I’ll be ready for what comes next but what I do from here on will define me.

I want a chance at happiness too and I want that light I promised Isabella. More than anything I want it with her.

I walk into the house and Massimo rushes down the stairs. There’s a panic in his eyes that tells me something else is going on. instantly I think of Candace.

“What’s happened? Is Candace okay?”

“Yeah, Candace is fine…” he runs a hand over his beard and glances over at the window. When he looks to me again the panic turns to sadness.

“What’s going on Massimo?”

“Dominic’s gone,” he answers and my chest tightens.

“No… what? Maybe he…” I can’t think of what to say. My brain scrabbles in a gamut of confusion because Dominic wouldn’t just leave like that. “Massimo, he wouldn’t do that.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“He has. He left me this,” he says holding up a little note. “He left one for you too in the bedroom.

I woke up and found mine next to my pillow. I’ve been looking around for him ever since. Looks like he must have left in the early hours of the morning.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Tristan… you had other important things to tend to, and I knew… I wasn’t going to find him. I’ve never lived a day without knowing where you guys are. All I can do is hope he comes back soon, and that wherever he is he’ll be okay.” He rests a heavy hand on my shoulder and gives me an uneasy smile. “Go read your letter. You should read it.”

I walk up the stairs with a heavy heart and I see the letter on the nightstand.

It’s sitting there just waiting for me.

I pick it up and open it hoping it will give me some clue as to where Dominic has gone.

It says:

Dear Tristan, I know you’re gonna lose your shit when you read this and discover I’m gone.

I know you’ll blame yourself at times for not being able to help me, and I know you’ll be the one who goes looking for me.

Of anybody I’ve ever met you are the most determined person I’ve ever known in my life. Y ou never give up even when it looks like there’s no hope. Y ou also never lose that fight inside you to go after what you want.

That’s why I know it will be you who will try the most to find me.

I’m going to ask you a favor. I don’t want you to look for me. I want you to focus on your new family. Congratulations on the wonderful news of your baby.

It’s the best news we’ve had in our family for years and it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person. I also couldn’t have been happier to see you with someone as pure as Isabella.

When she looks at you I can see that she loves you.

I want you to focus on that.

I need a break for a while. I need to be able to find myself and fix myself. Until I do that I don’t think I can be the Dominic you guys need. I don’t think I can help you the way you need to be helped.

I’m no good to you the way I am. I’m no good to anyone with this addiction.

Words can’t describe how ashamed I am of myself for what I did to Candace and to you. We aren’t the kind of brothers who pulls guns on each other.

We’re the kind who have each other’s backs. During the last few weeks there were several times when I did not have your back, and you shouldn’t have had to worry about me at any point.

I’m truly sorry for that.

I don’t know how long I’ll be away but I need to go.

So this is me checking out for a while.

Be safe.

Love Dominic.

I gaze out the window feeling that hollow inside me. He’s right that I would be the one to go looking for him. That’s exactly what I feel like doing now. Looking.

He asked me not to.

How must I?

He’s my kid brother.

Candace is awake and propped up on a stack of pillows. She’s still attached to tubes but the color has come back to her cheeks.

Massimo was here a little before me. She’s still under keen observation and we’re still being cautioned not to overwhelm her.

She offers me a kind smile when I approach but her eyes are filled with sadness.

I’m sure she knows about Dominic.

“Hello there,” she greets me.

“Buonasera principessa,” I reply and she smiles.

“You always know how to make a girl feel like a princess even when she’s lying in a hospital bed looking like hell.”

“You don’t look like hell.”

“Liar, I caught a glimpse of my hair. Even rats have better places to sleep.”

It’s tangled and not neat the way she normally has it, but it’s nowhere near as bad as what she thinks.

“I’ll get a brush from the nurses and sort it out for you.”

“You’ll brush my hair?” she starts to laugh. Her laughter is weak but it’s such a good sound I feel like telling my stupid jokes of the past.

It doesn’t feel like the time to joke though, far from it. I look at her and I just nod and smile.

I know Candace in this condition, and what could have happened to her is what pushed Dominic to leave.

He’s ashamed of himself for doing this to her.

“Thank you in advance,” she mutters and I reach for her hand.

As we stare at each other the seriousness fills the space between us.

“Dominic told me he was going to do it,” she says and her eyes become glassy. “He said he was going to leave.”

As she says that I remember what she said when she first woke from the coma. She looked at Dominic and said don’t leave.

Although it struck me weird that she would say that I thought she just meant not to leave that day, that moment.

“When did he tell you?” I ask eager to know.

“While I was unconscious. I sense you guys and there were moments when I could hear you. He spoke to me.” She nods. “The first thing he asked me is if I would allow him to talk. he didn’t want the sound of his voice to upset me. He said he was sorry for what he did to me, that he loved me and that he felt the only way he could find himself is by leaving.”

“He said all that?”

“Yes. Yesterday when I woke up there was a letter. It seems like I was his last stop.” She points over to the little table in the corner with a letter.

I release her hand and take a seat next to her.

“I got a letter too. He asked me not to look for him. I don’t know how I’m supposed to honor that.

Where the hell did he go?”

“Tristan, there’s going to be several reasons why Dominic asked you not to look for him, but I’m guessing there’s one you didn’t think of,” she points out.

“What?”

“You won’t find him. He told you not to look because you won’t find him. You underestimate what he can do sometimes. He’s the kind of person who can just disappear if he wants and go completely off grid.”

All I can do is stare back at her knowing she couldn’t be more right. There have been several times in my life when I thought of Dominic as a genius. The man who could make miracles happen and do the impossible. He’s doing it again now, just for himself.

Fuck. I’m not gonna find him.

“No one will be able to find him until he’s ready,” she adds. “And I have the feeling we’re not gonna see him for a very long time. He wouldn’t do all of this if it was just for a few months. I could see something like this happening. It was there on the horizon but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was I thought he’d do. I also didn’t expect to end up in a hospital bed with a bullet wound close to my heart.”

I bring my hand to my head. “Candace I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. I can’t pretend I’m okay with it. I’m not. I’m here and I hate hospitals. It’s making me anxious just knowing I’m here, but I know it was an accident Tristan. I know it was an accident. Dominic never even aimed the gun at me. The cops were here the same day I woke up and I told them the same. I’m not pressing charges or anything. Dominic spoke to them too. I think before you left. I don’t know what was discussed but he didn’t want to make it look like he was fleeing from trouble or trying to avoid jailtime.”

“Candace, I don’t want to play devil’s advocate here but you were shot. That can’t just go unpunished no matter how sorry he is.”

“I know what you’re saying. I do, and I know if I didn’t drop the charges he would have felt the same and served whatever punishment he needed to make it right by me. It’s enough and that’s why I accept his apology.” A tear runs down her cheek. “Tristan I’m tempted to press charges so I can have the cops look for him for me. I lie here talking you like I’m calm and I understand why he left and I do. I get it. But that doesn’t mean I wanted him to go. In my letter he told me not to wait for him, so I’m not.”

I’m couldn’t be more surprised to hear that. It means she really thinks Dominic won’t be back any time soon. The thought weakens me further and I realize I’m at a loss here.

“You aren’t?”

“No. I can’t,” she answers. “I’ve loved him my whole life and this disappearing act is one we’re not supposed to have answers to. He wrote us letters as a parting gift. Something that wouldn’t make us hold out on seeing him soon. I can’t live the rest of my life waiting and wondering when he’s going to come back. Neither should you.”

I nod my agreement. “I guess I can’t.”

She reaches for my hand again and gives me a little smile. “Live Tristan. Be alive. Be a person and love. I watched you crumble when Alyssa died. It was like you died too. You only came back to us when you met Isabella. Treasure that.”

“I plan to.”

She gives my hand a gentle squeeze and her smile widens. It doesn’t reach her eyes though like it usually does so I know she’s hurting. I know she’s deeply sad that Dominic is gone.

I brush her hair and spend another hour with her then I head home to Isabella.

I find her in the living room going through her stuff. We arranged for her things to be transported here from yesterday. Looks like everything is here.

She didn’t take much. It was a few boxes of her books, films and her clothes.

“Hey, you were supposed to wait for me to do that,” I tease.

“I thought I’d get a head start.”

“I don’t want you lifting anything,” I walk over to her, passing the boxes and give her one kiss on the lips for her and a kiss on her tiny stomach for the baby.

She laughs when I do that.

“You are so cute, I don’t have a bump yet.”

“Cute, Bellezza don’t let anybody hear you say that,” I chuckle. “I’ll be kissing my girl and kid every chance I get so you better get used to it.”

“I love you,” she says, words I want to hear over and over again.

It will mean even more with the plans I have up my sleeve. I can’t do anything about things I can’t control. I too hope that wherever Dominic is, he’s safe and he’ll be back soon.

Until then my focus is on making this woman mine.

“I love you too.”