Page 61 of Mafia Heiress
“Ma, get down. Go back inside,” I scream hoping she’ll listen to me.
Her eyes wide and face pale, she finds me and a silent understanding comes over her. She knows I’ll take care of this.
I reach the driver who’s definitely dead. The back of his skull is shattered and a bit of his brain mats his hair and jacket. He’s too heavy to roll over, but I manage to get enough leverage to pull out his sidearm.
I click off the safety and waddle back to Ana, who at this point is praying the rosary. “They’re gonna kill us, Jack. Those motherfuckers. I’m not even fucking thirty. And I’m fucking pregnant!”
“When were you gonna tell me?” I ask, glancing around the car to see three other cars pulled behind the limo, two guys shooting at something above us. I pop up quickly and take my first shot. It hits one of the guys in the arm.
“It really wasn’t the time. I didn’t want to take away from your day.”
“Christ, you are the worst, you know? But I’m so happy for you guys.”
I give her a kiss before unloading a few more bullets. They all miss, and the shooters are aware of where I am now.
“We have to move,” I say, pulling her with me to the other side of the car.
Marcello and Ciro are in the distance, guns drawn trying to get this shit show under control. Dante is trapped in the corridor of the church. I can see him crouched down trying to get a good picture of what’s going on.
“Ana! What the fuck? Get your pregnant ass over here. I told you no more with this shit,” Luigi screams from the other side of Dante.
“It’s not like I planned to be in a fucking shoot out on the day of my best friends wedding. And fuck you, we were supposed to wait to tell everyone,” she screams back.
I see Dante shaking his head, but he pulls a gun out of his ankle holster and gives me a countdown on his fingers. At three I grab Ana and make for the door while Dante covers us. I push Ana in front of me through the archway and she falls into Luigi’s lap. Dante grabs me just as he runs out of bullets.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asks, running his hands all over me and looking for injuries.
“No, I’m fine. But my mother is stuck in the limo. Dad’s dead.”
All the people that were in the church are either huddled by the door listening or praying with the priest. I can’t help rolling my eyes at both.
Sirens sound in the distance and the shooting dulls to a stop. Car doors slam and engines rev to get away before they show up. Ciro rushes into the room and grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me into his chest.
“You’re alive. Thank fuck, Jack. I was freaking out when I saw your father go down,” he murmurs in my ear. I pull him close kissing his head.
“I’m okay, but Dad isn’t. We need to go get my mother. Can you do that? Get her away from the body.”
I sound so clinical, unlike myself. The thought of not having a father hasn’t hit me yet. It also hasn’t sunk in that this happened on the day I was supposed to be married.
“Jack!” Marcello roars, rushing into the hallway. He scoops me up and brings me to the opposite corner of everyone, leaning me against the wall caging me in. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay. Nothing broken or blooded. What the fuck happened?”
“It was the Vitucci. I tried to trail him, but there wasn’t enough traffic to slow the cars down. The one day in New York City when we needed rush hour, cars were flying by.”
“We’ll get him,” I growl before pulling Marcello in for a hug. My heart skips a beat as I realize I could have lost one of them also.
“I have to leave. Make sure the cops get all the info. Check in with my boss. They’re going to want me on the case.”
“Go, Ciro can take me home. Dante will be with me. When you get off, come to the penthouse. We have a lot to discuss.”
He kisses me on the lips then. Demanding and powerful. For a second I want to push away, there are all these people staring at us, but then I lean into them. Fuck’em. Let them look, get their fill.
My name is Giacomina Gambino, and I just became a Mafia Prima Donna.
