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Damn, this woman had a temper. I sort of liked it, but not in this instance. So, I butted in again as I raised my hand like a student in school. “Um, no. That would be me and Tito.”
“You are his doctor only,” my father reiterated.
“So this is all a mafia war thing?” she exclaimed while looking angry. “Like against him since he is FBI?”
With this accusation, I froze literally in my chair. I wasn’t sure if she just jumped off bridges when she was pissed off, or if she had courage beyond stupidity.
“Santa Madre di Maria!” My father exclaimed as he stood as well.
Both of them had their hands resting on the Italian-made antique desk.
“Dr. Ribisi,” he spoke again, softly this time. “This man is not an enemy of the Famiglia. He is my family’s enemy. Deacon had arranged to have my son, Giovanni and his fiancée Glory killed. My limo was shot up and pursued by other vehicles in a bid to harm them. This included my nephews as well. They were all forced to have a gunfight on a freeway of all things. Then after this event, he sent another man to harm my son Dante and his wife when they were visiting the Metairie. So Deacon set out to harm people in my personal family.”
I noted that he did not talk about Luca bringing Deacon’s Cessna plane down to catch him, but I suppose that would be counterproductive just now. “That is what I meant earlier when I told you that my brother Gio would not be involved in his medical care.”
My father heard this and scoffed. “Glory would more than likely smother him with a pillow.” He smirked.
I shook my head. Not the time for jokes but then again, I had heard that Glory Walker was like a soldier when it came to using weapons and fighting.
Shaking her head, Gia asked my father, “Yet, you wish for me to keep him alive?”
“Of course,” he said. “I am not a monster even if I am as you say...Mafia.” He raised a brow at her.
Suddenly, her face instantly became a closed window as if she’d just drawn the blinds on all her emotions and thoughts.
I realized I now knew how to read this woman a little bit better than when I first met her. Well, since she was a female, this probably was self delusion on my part. Reading a woman wasn’t like reading a book. There were blank pages or so it seemed. Then if you took the time to listen and pay attention,the words would start to show. I had some experience with women, but not long-relationship-experience. I knew they were complicated though. Even Zia, who was the closest thing I had to a mother. On the surface, she seemed simple. Make a meal, make everyone happy. Give advice and then step back. Below that… She wasn’t so easy to figure out.
However, Dr. Ribisi… She had secrets and I did see her resentment or dislike for the Famiglia. So this sure made me wonder why she worked for them? Puzzling. If you disliked or disapproved of the mafia…Why be posted at a hospital owned by the mafia?
She didn’t say anything more. Stepping back, she gave him a nod. “You answered my question. So I will be leaving now.”
I stood from my chair and asked her, “Leaving as in,leaving the estate?” I suddenly felt anxious about not seeing her again.
“No, Deo.” She shook her head at me. “I’m just leaving the study.” Turning away, she did just that.
I glanced at my father then headed for the door.
“Amadeo,” my father called to me.
Turning around, I stared at him.
“You are interested in Dr. Ribisi?” he asked.
The question really took me off guard. I shrugged and replied, “Maybe?”
“Be careful,” he warned.
I paused in confusion. “Of what?”
Now, he shrugged. “She…well, seems complicated.”
I stared at him and then laughed. “Yes Papa. She is a woman after all.”
He paused then laughed. “Si, I have to admit that she would have been a great comare.”
“Dr. Ribisi, a mafia mistress?” I exclaimed. “Are you pazzo, father?”
He shook his head. “You need to let me know if you are going to pursue her though.”
