Awakening the Mobster (9 page)

He waves me away.

We head out the door. I scan the hallway theaters looking for an empty one.

“This way.”

I open the door to a dark theater. No one is in here. I immediately grab her by the waist. I take her by surprise and crush my lips against hers.
She tastes so fuckin’ good!
She holds onto me and gives just as good as she’s getting.

“I hope that movie is over soon. I want to take you back to the suite and do everything we did last night all over again,” I tell her and she melts in my arms.

Chapter 10

Culo (cool-yo): ass

Antonio:

The next couple of days continue like this. We go to some classes and watch movies on T.V. Vito cooks some nights, some nights we go out. Occasionally, Troy and Jake come over.

The drama seems to have subsided, though. This trip is like a vacation for me. Every chance I can steal to be alone with Megan I do. Every morning we wake up entwined. Erin has to know that we’re sleeping together, but she doesn’t say anything.

I go find Allen again, and he still has nothing. I leave him writhing on the ground in pain in the same alley. Simple. Done. This druggie only has two more days, and I’ll have to call Pop.

Unexpectedly, I wake up the following morning with a cold. I feel like shit. I haven’t been sick in ages, and it sucks. My throat is sore, my eyes hurt, and my nose is completely stuffed. My immediate thought is I hope Megan doesn’t catch it.

I come out of the bathroom hacking and coughing. Erin sees me and puts her fingers together as a cross.

“Stay away,” she says.

“Yeah, yeah...I know,” I say.

Vito hands me a cup of coffee.

“Dude you want me to go out and get some cold medicine?” he asks. “You fuckin’ sound like shit.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

Megan comes out of the bedroom and comes up behind me and wraps her arms around.

“Oh my God, Antonio! You’re burning up! Heat is pouring through your shirt.”

I sit on the couch, and Megan puts her hand on my forehead. “You’re really hot.”

“Thanks,” I say smugly.

“I’m serious. We have to get your fever down.”

Vito grabs the keys to the Cayenne off the counter.

“I’ll be back soon. Anyone else need anything?”

“Get some good tissues; you know the ones with the lotion,” Megan says.

“Ay, I hate those. They feel like someone already blew their nose on them,” I complain.

“They’re the best for you, so your nose doesn’t get raw,” she says to me. And get some juice,” she orders Vito.

“Is that your solution for everything, juice?” I tease her.

“Yes. Now back to bed.”

“Only if you come with me,” I whisper to her.

Megan puts me to bed. I can’t fight her. She is just too cute.

“I’m going to see if I can find any tea,” she says.

“Tea? Are you serious? How about I just have some of that cure-all orange juice? There’s some in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

I’m definitely getting worse. My head is pounding and fuzzy, and my arms feel like lead. My muscles are slowly starting to ache. Megan comes back, and I drink the juice. It burns going down my throat.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Megan is trying to wake me up. My shirt is off, and I feel a soggy washcloth on my head.

“Here take this,” she says.

It’s an electric blue liquid in a miniature cup.

“What is this shit?” I croak out.

“Just drink it. You’ll feel better. It will help you to sleep.”

“I was sleeping,” I say, and gulp it down. “Ugh, that’s gross. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Lie back,” she says. “Your fever should go down soon.”

I open my eyes and it has to be late afternoon. I check the time on my phone. It’s after three.
Wow, I slept a long time
. I still feel horrible, but at least I slept. I try to get up, but the room spins. I quickly sit back on the bed.

“Megan!” I call out.

“I’m right here,” she says, coming into the room. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“The medicine probably wore off. It’s hours past the time to take it.” She rests her hand on my forehead again. “But you’re much cooler now, so it is helping. Let me get you another dose.”

Vito comes in the room. “Shit, dude. You look like hell.”

“Thanks.”

“There is no way you can go after that runner tomorrow.”

“I’ll be fine,” I say. “By tomorrow, I’ll be a lot better.”

Talking was exhausting me. It is wishful thinking believing I could take care of business tomorrow.

“Let me go,” Vito says. “I can handle it. If he’s got nothin’, I’ll rough him up and call your Pop.”

My head is hurting again. “Okay. The address of the bar is in my phone. He’s been there the last two times. His name is Allen. He has gross brown hair, brown eyes, and will be as high as a kite. If you don’t find him there, just come back.”

“Got it,” Vito says. “Rest, man, I’ll handle it.”

Megan comes back in with the weird blue crap. I drink it. Erin comes in with soup. I take a couple of spoonfuls, but I’m just not hungry.

I recline on the bed again and close my eyes. I am out of it. Megan sits on the bed next to me, holding my hand.

Chapter 11

Malocchio (malo-kya): evil eye or curse

Antonio:

Blackness.

I try to open my eyes, but I can’t fully wake myself up. I can tell that it’s night by the darkness in the room, but my eyes won’t cooperate and stay open. I hate not being in control. It’s a weakness.

“Megan,” I call out hoarsely.

No answer.

“Megan!” I call louder. Or I think it’s louder. It could be a whisper for all I know. I’m so friggin’ tired. I reach for my phone to check the time, but it’s not there. “Megan!” I stagger to my feet to look for her. I need to know she’s okay.

I reach the door and stumble trying to pull it open. In the faint light, I see Megan curled up on the couch.
Thank God!
I move towards Erin’s room to check on her too.

Erin’s alone sleeping peacefully. No Vito. Megan stirs on the couch.

“Antonio,” she says in the darkness. “You feeling better?”

“No,” I grunt. “No more of that blue shit. I can’t think.”

Megan gets up and helps me to the couch. “It got your fever down. I thought we were going to have to take you to the emergency room. Are you hungry?”

“No.” I rest my head on the back of the couch. Megan touches my forehead and runs her fingers through my hair.

“Do you want some orange juice?” she asks. Even with my foggy brain, I have to laugh. For Christmas, I’m buying her a case of it.

“Okay, I’ll have some orange juice,” I say. “Where’s my phone?”

“I’ll get it. You got a text from your father. Vito handled it.”

“Hmmm...?” I didn’t process what she said. “Huh?”

Megan hands me my phone. I go to messages. A message from Pop:

Runner is at bar in Chicago tonight with supplier, go now!

“What the fuck is this?!” I yell.

“What do you mean?” Megan answers. “Vito saw the text and said he had to leave. He didn’t say anything to me.”

I jump up, slightly sobered.

“Vito’s not here?” I ask. She shakes her head no.

An ugly dark panic settles in my stomach.
Vito’s not here!
I dial Vito’s cell. No answer. I spew orders to Megan.

“Call Troy right now and tell him to get over here. Don’t tell him why. Then get Erin up. Both of you need to get dressed, now!”

I rush in to the bedroom and dress in sluggish, sloppy movements. Megan follows me.

“Antonio, what’s wrong?”

“Vito could be in a lot of trouble. Don’t think, Megan, just do it. Do what I tell you.”

I check my gun, and get my shoes on. A minute later Megan comes back in the room.

“Troy’s on his way over. Erin’s dressing.”

She runs to her clothes and changes into her jeans.

“Do we have regular aspirin, no funky shit?”

“Yeah, Vito got it yesterday, I’ll grab it.”

I stand and double check everything. In the living room, Megan hands me two aspirin and more orange juice, and I suck the pills down. I try Vito’s cell again, nothing. A dizzy spell hits me, and I sit down on the couch to settle my spinning head.

I curse, “Where the fuck is Troy?”

“Antonio, what is wrong? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

I look up and see two Megan’s. My vision is blurry.

“I’ve been set up,” I say. “Pop doesn’t text. I always speak to my pop directly for instructions.”

“So who sent that text?” she asks, horrified.

“I don’t know. Someone either hacked Pop’s phone or used it.”

Knock, knock...

I get up and the room spins again. Megan notices.

“Sit down, it has to be Troy,” she orders.

“Check the peephole first,” I tell her.

“It’s Troy.”

Troy comes in, and I attempt to stand again. I do a little better.

“I need your keys,” I command.

“What?”

“Don’t ask. Just give me the keys.” I hold my hand out. He puts them in my palm. “I am dropping you all off at your dorm. Don’t answer the door unless it’s me. Got it?”

“Delisi? What’s going on? You look like death warmed over,” Troy says.

“Antonio, you can’t possible drive,” Megan states.

“I have to find Vito, and I need to do it now.”

Erin is in the doorway to her room. “We should all go,” she says quietly. “You’re sick, Antonio.”

“I’ll drive to the dorm, and we can figure it out in the car,” Troy suggests.

We pile in his car. The night air feels good, I’m burning up again. He drives us to O’Neill hall.

“Antonio, let me drive to where ever you need to be,” Megan says.

“No, it’s too dangerous.”

“Troy can stay with Erin. You are in no condition to drive,” Megan says.

“No!”

“Everyone out! I gotta go,” I command again.

“Antonio, be reasonable. I’m not getting out of this car. I’m driving you.”

“She’s right Antonio, you look like shit.”

The energy I exerted to even get dressed and in the car was debilitating. I don’t even think I could hold my gun up.

“Erin? Troy? Out!” I order. “Megan drives.” Erin starts crying.

“Meg, be careful,” she sniffs. “Find Vito.”

Troy leads Erin towards the dorm. Megan gets in the driver’s seat.

I pull up the GPS on my phone with the address.

“Get on the highway,” I tell her.

*****

Megan:

My hands are shaking on the wheel. I am pushing Troy’s car over the speed limit. The GPS is giving me directions from a muffled voice on Antonio’s phone.

Antonio is resting, eyes closed.

“Where are we going?” I ask. “The sign back there said Chicago fifteen miles.”

“Yeah. We’re headed to Chicago to a seedy bar with a drug addict. It’s a great place to take your girl to,” he says sarcastically. “Give me your phone. I want to try Vito again.”

I hand Antonio my phone. Vito doesn’t pick up. Disgusted, he punches the dashboard. He dials his father. No answer. He tries his house phone. His mother answers.

“Ma, tell Pop someone either hacked his cell or used it.” (pause) “No, I got a cold.” (pause) “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Listen, tell Pop what I said, and I’m forwarding him a text. Vito left hours ago. I’m going to find him.” (pause) “I will. Tell Pop I’ll call him when I find Vito.” (pause) “Love you, bye.”

Antonio ends the call, and reaches into the back of his jeans to pulls his gun out and lay it on the center console.

I flinch at the sight of the gun. I am reminded of only last week when I had to handle one — a gun that belonged to someone who wanted to kill my family.

“Megan, you need to listen to me. Where we’re going is dangerous. Do not leave this car no matter what. Keep it running and drive away if you have to. Stay low and doors locked. Understand?”

“Yes,” I answer.

We approach the city. Tall high rise buildings surround us. We travel under overpass after overpass. The lights from the city illuminate the inside of the car. There are more cars on the road here. Despite the time, the city is awake.

The GPS directs me down a side street. Antonio sits up now. The street is littered with papers and trash. There are lampposts every so many feet, but only half of them are working. The towering buildings on either side of the street make it even darker. I strain to see with just the headlights of the car.

“Over there,” Antonio points.

I roll to a stop by the curb under one of the only working street lights. The car is still running.

“I’m going in that door,” he points. “Get down.”

I slouch down in my seat.

“Lower,” he orders.

I move lower. It’s uncomfortable. He reaches for his gun and takes it.

“Lock the doors as soon as I’m out. Anything happens, just drive the fuck away. In your phone is that address I gave you. You remember? Where to meet if we get separated?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“I love you, Megan.” He cocks the gun checking it one last time, and flings open his door to go into the bar.

Moments tick by, and my heart is hammering at an extreme rate. My phone rings, and I jump. I silently pray it’s Vito.

It’s Troy.

“Hello.”

“Megan! It’s good to hear your voice. I was trying not to call, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The wait is killing me. Your sister’s been crying non-stop since you left. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Where are you?”

“Umm...I can’t tell you, but I’m okay. I’m waiting for Antonio, he’s in some bar.”

“Wait a second. Erin wants to talk to you.”

“Meg? Did you find Vito?” she asks through tears.

“No, honey, not yet,” I say.

BANG!
The car shakes.
What was that?

Dread crawls up my throat and strangles my voice. I can’t see anything from my position. Something hits the car again.
BANG!
I am paralyzed.