FONTANA | The Mafia's Most Wanted

Chapter 8

*Leo’s POV*

“What happened?” I asked my guys as we met towards the center of the hospital.

“Nothing, Capo. We didn’t find her.” They replied, shaking their heads.

“Cazzo di merda!” (Italian for “Fūcking shīt!”) I shouted, punching the wall.

“Is it true?” Marcelo asked as he ran to us.

I turned angrily but stopped myself from going off on him. Right now, my main concern was to get my wife back.

“Yes.” I replied through clenched teeth as I turned to my men. “I want camera footage of this building and all the surrounding buildings.”

“Capo!” One of the guys that I have stationed here called out to me.

“Qu'est-il arrivé?” (French for “What happened?”) I asked him.

“Le sénateur était juste ici.” (French for “The senator was just here.”) He said in a rush. “Il portait une femelle.” (French for “He was carrying a female.”)

“I’ll fūcking kill him if he has something to do with this.” I hissed as I was getting ready to run out of the building.

“Leo.” Lala whispered as she grabbed my arm, stopping me.

I turned in a rush. “I have to go get her.” I told her.

“Leo, I think that she doesn’t remember us. Something is off about how she reacted.” She said with brows furrowed. “What will you do if you find her and she doesn’t know who you are?” She asked.

“What will I do? I don’t fūcking know, but I’m getting her back.” I replied. “I won’t let anyone lay a finger on my wife.” I shouted before turning to leave.

“Appelez les hommes qui le suivent.” (French for “Get the men who are following him on the line.”) I told the guys as I exited the hospital.

“Caputo!” Marcelo shouted after me, making me groan in annoyance before turning around again. “Can I join you? Please. I will follow your orders.” He said.

I hated the fūcker, but the more help to get my wife back, the better.

“Fine. But Carlos will stay with my sister.” I told him as I opened the SUV.

“Of course. I have that covered. Her safety is my priority too.” He said, making me roll my eyes.

“So safe that she got injured on your watch.” I muttered, making him sigh.

“I agree that I fūcked up. I should have taken better care of her. But you have my word that it won’t happen again.” He replied as I glared at him.

My phone buzzed in my hand, breaking our staring contest.

“Che cos'è?” (Italian for “What is it?”) I asked in irritation.

“Capo, the senator has stopped. I don’t think you are going to like this though.” He said in hesitation.

“Sbrigati e dimmi che cazzo sta succedendo.” (Italian for “Hurry up and tell me what the f**k is going on.”)

“I just sent you a picture.” He said as I put him on speaker.

My phone buzzed as the message came in. When I clicked on the picture, I almost lost it.

“I swear to f**k if he has put my Cata there…” I was saying through clenched teeth before I closed my eyes to calm my shīt.

‘Get it together, Leo. She needs us.’ I told myself.

“Caputo.” Marcelo said, making me look up. “Can I?” He asked, extending his hand.

I just wanted to punch it away. It is not the moment to f**k with me, but then again, I can’t help but appreciate that he wants to save Cata. No matter the fūcking feelings. All I cared about was saving her no matter what.

“Send me your location.” I told my guys before passing Marcelo my phone.

“What the f**k?” He yelled. “You have got to be fūcking kidding me!” He hissed.

He was heaving in anger. “We don’t know if the female that they saw him was Cata.” I told him.

I don’t know if I was telling him that for his comfort or mine, but it was not fūcking convincing.

Rossi gave me a really bad vibe when we had our meeting. Something told me he was somewhat involved. But the question is, why the f**k my woman?

*Federico’s POV*

I looked at her beautiful form as the doctors lay her on the bed.

“I can count on your discretion?” I asked the head doctor before turning to him.

“Of course, Senator. We are more than happy to take care of your wife. No one will find out that she is here.” He responded as I handed him his check.

“Make sure to keep her sedated for some time. She has become quite aggressive since she lost her memory.” I told them with a frown.

“As you wish, Senator.” He replied as he led me out of the hospital.

“I will leave some guards behind for her protection. I wouldn’t want her to find a way out of here.” I told him.

“Agreed.” He replied before extending his hand to shake mine.

“Je vous verrai bientôt.” (French for “I will see you soon.”) I told the doctor as I walked towards my SUV.

As my hand reached the handle, I stopped to look around. I felt like I was being watched. I squinted as I took in my surroundings, but couldn’t find anyone or anything out of place.

“Gian, are you sure that no one followed us?” I asked him.

“Of course, Senator Rossi.” He replied.

“And the security footage from my cousin’s hospital?” I asked him.

“Eliminated.” He said quickly.

“Parfait.” (French for “Perfect.”) I said with a smile.

I pulled out my phone as I climbed back into the SUV. I immediately called the asšholes of the Italian mafia.

“Senator.” Tackier said as he answered the call.

“Caputo is suspicious and wants to question my men. I need you to get rid of him. I didn’t buy her off your hands to lose her.” I told him through clenched teeth.

“If you want him dead, it will cost you more.” He answered, making me roll my eyes.

“Of course, you do. Send me the price and I will have the money wired to your account like last time.” I told him before hanging up.

It would benefit the asšhole to kill Caputo, but I knew he would need money to do so anyway. He didn’t have the level of power that Caputo had, but with money and connections, anything is possible.

Once he is out of the way, nothing will ever threaten to come in the way of Isabella and me.