Heart of the Mafia King

Accidents

{Angelo’s POV}

[Reader Discretion is Advised! This chapter talks about child loss, and domestic abuse.]

My brothers and I had our appointment with Maisie today, to say I was excited was an understatement. Margo said that she was going to come check on Maisie before we got there, but when we pulled into the parking lot we found Maisie running to her car. She jumped in, noticing us, but she didn’t stop as she peeled out, speeding away.

I froze for a second before seeing Margo running out of the hospital. “Margo.. what happened?” I asked, making my way to her. I’d been sore since I fell down the stairs, so I’m not as fast as I usually am.

“I-I confronted her Angel.. I just wanted to know.. I swear she was going to tell me what happened the other day, so I thought maybe she’d be willing to tell me if I just came out and asked her. She freaked, and ran out of the hospital.” She said, looking around.

I froze, my blood feeling like it had run cold. “Give me your keys, I’m going after her!” I said, holding my hand out. She placed her keys in my hand, and I got into her car, speeding off in the directed that Maisie went in. I pulled out my phone, calling the number that she gave to Mikey. “Come on.. come on.. pick up..” I said, biting my lip out of nervousness. I found her car, pulling up behind her, and trying to stay at her pace.

“You’ve reached Doctor Maisie Wilson, please leave a message after the tone.” The voicemail.. dam***! I hung up, calling again. “H-Hello?” She answered, her voice soft, but full of anxiety.

“Maisie, this is Angelo, pull over, and get in the car with me. You shouldn’t be driving when you’re freaked out like this!” I said, trying to get her to calm down. “It’s okay, just stop driving off like this.”

“W-What.. wait.. what do you know.. what did she tell you?” She asked.

“Maisie.. if you keep driving the way you are, you’re either going to get pulled over, or you’re going to wreck and hurt yourself or someone else!” I replied.

She hit the breaks, pulling over and parking in a parking lot. I followed behind her, pulling up next to her. She was sitting in her car, her hands in her hair, tears streaming down her face. She’s terrified, her body was shaking, and her face was stained with tears.

I got out, walking over to the drivers side and opening up the car door. I leaned in, unbuckling her, and lifting her out of her car. I sat her in my passenger side seat, and got her purse and keys from her car. Locking her car doors, and handing her the bag with the keys inside. I carefully leaned inside, buckling her up, before walking around and getting in. I started up the car, peeling out of the driveway. I knew how she felt, she just wanted to get away, she was afraid, and didn’t want to feel judged. I turned to her, “Do you trust me?” I asked.

“I-I..” she stuttered.. “I don’t know you well. But.. yes.. I trust you..”

“I have a place that we can go, it’s away from everyone and everything, no one but my family knows where it is, so no one will show up to bother you. Do you want to go there? To relax and get away from everything?” I asked, carefully weaving through traffic.

She pulled her knees up to her chest. “I-I just want to get away from everyone.. from everything..” she muttered.

I nodded, “Alright.. I’ll take you there.”

We drove for about twenty minutes in silence before she spoke again. “She’s right..” she said softly.

“About what?” I asked, looking over to her.

“I ki**** him..” I saw the color drain from her face, as she began to tear up.

“Tell me about it.. it’ll help.” I replied, moving one of my hands off the wheel and grabbing her hand gently.

“I blackmailed him into signing the divorce papers.. told him about the evidence I had on him. He signed the papers, but a month later I decided to go back to get my things. All of my clothes, my belongings, he burned them. He laughed at me, then pushed me to the ground sneering down at me. He always made me feel so weak, so small. I stood up, walking into his office, and I grabbed his expensive rum, breaking every single bottle. He ran in, and gripped my shoulder, turning me around to face him. I lashed out.. the bottle.. it was still broken in my hand.. I just wanted him to let me go.. I flung my arm up, trying to push his hand away.. and the bottle it cut his throat..” she said, gripping my hand tighter. “I-I didn’t mean to.. but then he fell onto the floor, gripping his throat, drowning on his own blood. I-I liked to watch him suffer.. I liked seeing him as scared as he made me. I ki**** him.. and I enjoyed the way it made me feel when I watched him die. I-I’m a monster..” she whimpered, her body shaking as she gripped onto my hand with both of her much smaller ones.

“Maisie.. he abused you.. he ki**** your baby.. you don’t want to know the terrible things that I would have done to him if I had found him.” I groaned out, my body tensing as the thought of the things she endured sunk in.

“Y-You know about that?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“I overheard you and Margo in the house.. I’m sorry..” I whispered, gripping her hand a little tighter. “You never should have been put through that.” I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the back of her hand softly. “You deserve better, and he deserved worse than what you did Maisie! Don’t feel bad about what you did, it was an accident, and he isn’t worth ruining your life.” I looked over to her, and she was staring back at me.

Her eyes wide, and brimming with tears that had begun to spill down her cheek. “T-Thank you Angelo..”