Page 6 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
I watch Chris open the wallets, sifting through the contents, looking at the fuckers driver’s license.
I can see Chris’s color drain from his face, his hands fist, and the jaw muscle flicks from the pressure grinding his molars.
“Fuck! Nicola, I feel my heart stop, and now it’s pounding so fucking hard in my chest, it feels like it’s going to explode,” Chris says, closing his eyes.
“Fuck! Chris, inhale and exhale, take it easy,” I say, walking over, placing my hand on his shoulder, looking at him.
“These motherfuckers were the Santoro’s Crime family Soldati’s. I think that Papà took out his Papà because it was a contract, most likely from the Boss. Of course, we will never know for certain, but we need to remain alert because it can be the beginning of a shit show or the end,” Chris says, nodding.
“Fuck! So that means it’s good that I killed the motherfuckers,” I say, nodding, furrowing my forehead, staring at my brother.
“Yeah, it’s fucking great that you took them out. I’m so fucking proud of you, Nicola! Thank fuck you were training for a long time,” Chris says, taking a drink of his Whiskey.
“That’s what I said, asshole! I’m glad that you finally gave in and started training. But, dude, I need to take a shower; I can’t show up at the house like this. Mamma will get upset; this is not fucking worth it since I took care of the problem,” I say, finishing off the Whiskey.
“Indeed. You can use the guest room; I’ll get you some clothes. By the way, my girl is here, so don’t fucking wake her up. I’ll introduce you two later after we sleep a few hours,” Chris says, crossing his arms, bouncing on his heels.
The fucker looks fucking happy. That’s good; I’m so glad for my brother.
“Your girl,” I say, smirking, turning up my lips, and furrowing my forehead.
“Yeah, motherfucker! You will be on your best behavior, got me,” Chris asks, raising his eyebrow.
“Got it,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Chris says, walking out of his office, looking at his watch.
Fuck!
I’m so fucking tired.
I follow Chris down the hallway to the guest room, closing the door. I walk over to look out the window at the falling rain.
It’s so fucking surreal.
I fucking killed two men.
Yeah, they deserved it.
My heart aches, my soul feels heavy and dark.
Fuck!
I just took the first step to becoming a Soldati, and I know that my life is now going to change.
I place my hands on the window frame, leaning in to look at the street below, at the street lights shining. I inhale, exhale, closing my eyes; the dude's face races through my mind, replaying the moment that their eyes went dark, blank.
Antonella
Hell yes!
I got the job!
I can’t wait to start working at the hospital, helping the doctors to heal the people. This has always been my dream for as long as I can remember. I feel deep in my heart that this is what I want to do; when I think of all the people that I’m going to help the doctors cure, it makes me feel like I’m going to be helping in a small way.
“Mama, I got the job,” I squeal, walking into the house.
I take off my coat, pull off my scarf as I walk down the hallway.
