On The Run From The Mafia Don #3 Mafia Series

Dominique  Amy had been acting weird all day. I wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her. We hadn't had s*x in a while it wasn't due to not wanting to it was due to the fact is been busy with the mafia business. Better hadn't been found and it was looking like he was never going to be found. I'd been working closely with Marcello to track him down our men had come up with nothing, if he'd gone by air he'd be a long way off by now so we had to wait and bide our time seeing as the little fucker had gone off the grid. I hadn't meant to be so rough with her last time she just pushed my buttons. I'm not used to a feisty headstrong woman, most mafia women know their place and speak when spoken to, but Amy has no filter and knows her own mind that's why I was pulled to her in the first place. This morning she looked out of sorts. She looked as if she'd barely slept and was about to hurl but she wasn't having it when I offered to join them in going into town. But, she blatantly refused for me to go with her so I made sure to send some of my trusted men with her and Beau not that I don't trust Beau. It was a simple fact Danon better was still out there and we had no idea where he was and when he would strike. If he was anything like his deceased father he'd wait it out until the right time then strike, taking Amy with him. We're not even sure if his younger brother is with him if he got away it would be definite that his younger brother would help him to escape without being seen and keep him off the radar they had plenty of men who would help them both disappear and it would only be a matter of time until they reappeared. I couldn't lose Amy again. She was everything to me. I know we didn't get off on the right foot but I grew to see the beautiful fiery woman in front of me. She was the perfect mafia queen knowing she would take no s**t made me proud. What got me angry was that she wasn't prepared at any stage in our marriage to have children with me. What I did was the only way to guarantee that. I never regret anything I do but I regret that that's one reason I have stayed away I'm angry with myself I promised I would never be that person around her I wanted not needed her to trust me and eventually fall in love with me when I realised that wasn't going to happen I did what I thought as best and I royally screwed up. Things will never be the same between us now and it's my fault they won't be. She'll never trust me ever again and I know for a fact she'll never love me. I should've let her go instead of lying to her about how her father never gave me the money he owed me but I'm a selfish bastard and once I have something good in my life I never let it go and I'm never letting Amy go. She returned in the same stoic mood she left with I reminded her we were having supper together she nodded and headed up to our room I haven't slept in for three weeks since I f****d her I'm surprised she was even sleeping in there. I look at Beau. "Est-ce que tout va bien avec Amy?" (Is everything okay with Amy?) « Ne devrait-il pas y en avoir? » (Shouldn't there be?) «Elle semble juste différente. Elle ne m'a pas dit deux mots depuis des semaines. (She just seems different. She hasn't said two words to me in weeks.) « Ça marche dans les deux sens, Dominique. Vous avez à peine quitté les réunions depuis près de quatre mois. Tu reviens quand elle dort juste pour éviter les conflits. Tu dois lui parler. (It works both ways, Dominique. You've barely been out of meetings for almost four months. You come back when she's sleeping just to avoid conflict. You need to talk to her.) I nodded. He was right I had avoided talking to her at all costs. She was my wife for fucksake we needed to sort this s**t out between us. We could get through this if we worked together instead of against each other. Supper was awkward and the silence was deafening after I told her how beautiful she looked in her new dress. She smiled, thanking me then we ate in silence. She excused herself from the dining table and went upstairs. I sighed loudly. I don't know how I was going to approach this if she wouldn't even say two words to me. I went to bed late that night hoping that I could speak to Amy in the morning about everything. When I woke the sun was peering into my room so brightly that I assumed it was late morning to my horror it was almost three in the afternoon. I had never slept this late. What the hell was going on? I slid out of bed and dressed, god I felt so lazy and tired today. What the hell is wrong with me? I stepped out of my room where the hell was everyone? I finally made it downstairs though my limbs were painfully numb like I'd been drugged Lucian liked worse for wear, what the hell was going on? "Nuit agitée?" (Rough night?) He looked at me, his eyes sinking in. "Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe Dom, je ne me sens pas." (I don't know what the hell is going on Dom, I don't feel myself.) « Vous avez trop bu? (Had too much to drink?) "C'est le problème, je n'ai même pas bu." (That's the problem, I haven't even had a drink.) I looked strangely at him as Andre walked in groaning. "Putain j'ai mal à la tête. J'ai l'impression d'avoir été renversé par un bus. (f**k my head hurts. I feel like I've been run over by a bus.) We both looked at him curiously. It couldn't be possible that we all have the same symptoms. He dropped to a chair and dropped his arms on the table and dropped his head violently on them. "S'il vous plaît, réveillez-moi quand ce cauchemar sera terminé." (Please wake me up when this nightmare is over.) "Où sont tous les hommes? Ne sont-ils pas censés protéger la maison à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur? » (Where are all the men? Aren't they supposed to be protecting the house inside and out?) "Je n'ai vu personne d'autre que toi." (Haven't seen anyone but you.) "Dito". (Dito.) Fuck. "Où sont tous les hommes?" (Where are all the men?) "Pas ici, ils dorment." (Not here they're sleeping.) « Qu'est-ce qui se passe Dom? Ce n'est pas comme eux et ce n'est pas comme nous d'être debout après le déjeuner. (What the hell’s going on Dom? This isn't like them nor is it like us to be up after lunch.) "Utilisez la sirène si cela ne fonctionne pas, donnez-leur une douche froide." (Use the siren if that doesn't work, give them a cold shower.) He nodded. « Je vais aider. » (I'll go help.) I nodded. The siren screeched around the house defending whoever was in there and whoever slept was sure to s**t their duds thinking we were being attacked. There were thuds and screams. I guess some got cold showers. I chuckled even though that took far too much energy. Thudding shook the house as many of the men defended the stairs and entered the kitchen looking as s**t as we did what the duck was going on around here, this s**t would have to wait. « Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe par ici, mais nous devons écraser cette merde dans le cul. J'ai besoin que vous fouilliez tous la maison pour voir s'il y a eu des initiés. Quelque chose sent le shi et je n'aime pas ça. (I don't know what the f**k is going on around here but we need to nip this s**t in the bud. I need all of you to search the house to see if there have been any insiders. Something smells like shi and I don't like it.) "Oui patron." (Yes, boss.) They all said, yawning. « Allez-y. Je vais voir si ma reine est réveillée. J'espère qu'elle n'a pas tout ce que nous avons pour la faire se sentir comme de la merde et impuissante avec ça. (Get to it. I'm going to see if my queen is awake. Hopefully, she hasn't got whatever we have to make her feel like s**t and helpless with it.) They nodded and trotted down the hallways. I pulled my lifeless body up. God, I feel so s**t, what the hell was wrong with me?