The Forced Mafia Princess

06 | Baiting The Traitor

| MYA |

“Mya, wake up,” someone whispered in my ear. I wiggled around, snuggling further into something hard. Where am I?

“Mya,” I heard again, making me open one eye to look around.

Carlos was staring at me while I stretched a little. “Where are we? How is—” I was saying when I noticed Marcelo was under me with his eyes closed. “Marcelo!” I cried as I cupped his face. I was hoping that was a dream.

“Relax, Mya. He is fine, just tired, I suppose,” Carlos said with a shrug.

“Tired? He’s still bleeding out!” I screāmed.

“This happens to at least one of us once a week,” he relied, nonchalantly. Was I being dramatic?

“Well, excuse me for not being an expert at being shot at!” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “Where are we anyways?”

“We are at the private airstrip,” he said as he removed my seatbelt, helping me out of the SUV.

“Where are we going?” I asked while I watched him smack Marcelo in the face. “Carlos!” I gasped.

“What?” He chuckled. “I’m treating him nicely as it is. Can’t have no pūssy taking care of our new boss!”

“Don’t—I mean—Do I have to?” I asked him as I massaged my temple.

“Yes, Princesa. El Capo dejo todo listo en caso que ya no estuviera.” (Spanish for “The boss left everything ready in case he weren’t here.”) Carlos answered as he put Marcelo’s arm over his shoulder. Thank God Papa insisted on teaching me English, Italian, French and Spanish. Some of our men only communicated in Spanish or Italian.

I stood there, deep in thought until Carlos cleared his throat. “No te puedo decir para donde vamos todavía,” (Spanish for “I can’t tell you where we are going yet.”) he informed me as he walked Marcelo inside the private jet.

I didn’t want to continue asking him things. Dad always taught me that knowing too much could get you killed. Now I understood that more than ever.

As soon as I walked in after them, I noticed the doctors pulling Marcelo into one of the bedrooms to treat his wound. I didn’t want to leave his side. I owed him my life and all, but he was always my friend before my protector.

“He will be fine.” Carlos said as he walked towards me, grabbing me by the arms.

“Will we ever be fine?” I asked, not necessarily looking for an answer.

“One thing that I learned from your father was to always enjoy today since our time can come at any given moment. Whatever way we die, it doesn’t matter since death doesn’t discriminate,” he said as he tapped my head and walked towards the bar.

My dad was one of the wisest men I knew. That’s why so many people had great respect for him. Carlos ordered a drink while he gave a side glance to our chauffeur, who was on his phone texting. Something was going on between those two.

“Ms. Fontana,” someone said from behind. “We were able to get the bullet out and treat the wound. As Mr. Amato requested, we left a nurse behind in case that Mr. Aquino needs further medical attention.”

“Thank you, Doctor. The money was already deposited into your crypto account,” Carlos said walking up to us. “The flight attendant will see you out.” The medical staff nodded as they walked to the exit of the jet.

“I want to see Marcelo,” I told him, looking towards the room they had taken him to earlier.

“Mya, you can do as you please. We should be departing in the next few minutes,” he whispered in my ear. Why was Carlos acting so secretive?

I walked towards the room Marcelo was in, quickly opening the door. I saw him peacefully sleeping. I closed my eyes, taking a deep sigh. I really hope that I never have to see someone that I cared for die again. I sat on the seat next to him, grabbing his hand. I hope we go somewhere safe. When he wakes up, I’m going to ask him to teach me how to fight back. If I don’t have a choice, at least I want to learn how to take care of myself without depending on others. I leaned my head forward, placing it on my hands. I blinked a few times until sleep overpowered me again.

| MARCELO |

My hand felt like a heavy asš rock was placed on top. I tried to pull it away but winced in pain. My shoulder still ached. I opened my eyes slowly, looking around the room. I looked towards my hand and saw my beautiful Mya with her head on my hand. I stopped struggling, not wanting to wake her up. She looked so calm and beautiful.

The door opened slightly, revealing Carlos. “Oh, good you are awake!” he whispered as he came in, closing the door behind him.

I smiled up at him. “Thank you for keeping her safe when I failed her,” I said as I looked over to her with a frown.

“Oh, hush up! Capo would have been proud of how you took care of her,” he told me.

Carlos was about the same age as Capo. They both would treat me as their kid. Which usually upset me until I realized why. He lost his son to the mafia, and he saw his son in me. I couldn’t help seeing him as the father I no longer had too. Especially now that Capo was no longer here.

“How did they find us so quick?” I asked him with my brows furrowed. It’s not like we were never going to be found but I thought it was a bit quick when we were in another country.

“C’è una spia,” (Italian for “There is a snitch.”) he said through gritted teeth.

“Chi?” (Italian for “Who?”) I asked as my fist clenched.

“Don’t worry!” he said shaking his head. “Ho teso una trappola.” (Italian for “I have set a trap.”) I nodded at him. I had a feeling of who it could be.

“I want him for me,” I told him.

“Okay, Marcelo,” he said as he squeezed my arm and walked away.

I looked back at Mya and realized that she must be uncomfortable laying against the bed like that. I pulled my hand away, trying to do it gently to not wake her up. When I managed to free my hand from her hold, I stood up, walking around the bed. I leaned forward to grab her with my good arm. She stirred a little but thankfully remained asleep. I sat on the bed with her on my lap, quickly leaning back.

Her eyes fluttered open, making my eyes grow wide. Shīt! I held my breath hoping that she’d go back to sleep. When her eyes closed again, I let out the breath that I was holding.

“Now what?” I thought to myself. I was laying on the side of the bed with my legs on the ground and Mya against my chest. As long as she wasn’t uncomfortable, I didn’t care. I grabbed the pillow and put it behind my head. I wrapped my arms around Mya, pulling her up to my shoulder. I snuggled into her hair as I found the best sleep that I have had in a long time.