Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

The ambulance aircraft touched down at a hospital in the city in a few hours’ time. Proserpina had slipped into a state of unconsciousness and he could see that the two nursing assistants were becoming increasingly agitated.

He had already arranged for a group of his men to join him at the hospital and when they touched down, a large group of his trusted men was waiting there.

A local arms dealer, who was also an important man in the government, was waiting for him too. Chico Martinez was a tall and elegant man, his thinning black hair neatly gelled and his clothes as dapper as ever.

He was also a thorough gentleman if one could use the term for a gangster with morals.

“Your wife?” he said, coming forward, noting the grim-faced look on Lucien Delano’s face.

“Is she alright?”

He watched along with Lucien as the unconscious little woman was wheeled away immediately by a set of frantic attendants. Lucien made to follow her but Chico laid a restraining hand on his arm.

“They are taking her into the operation theatre now.” he said quietly.

Lucien knew that the man meant well but he had to make a supreme effort not to lash out.

He had divested himself of his large attack gun but as always, his revolver was in his belt.

Grunting, he allowed the man to lead him to a lounge in the hospital. “You could perhaps rest at the hotel awhile?” suggested Martinez politely.

Lucien turned his bloodshot eyes to the man.

“While my woman suffers in there?” he growled hoarsely. Dipping his long neck in acquiescence, Martinez said no more, settling down in a corner of the lounge, his long legs comfortably crossed before him.

For some time he watched curiously as Lucien paced restlessly.

Finally, he asked “I am curious to know, my friend. Is this your first child that your wife is delivering?”

Lucien replied gruffly.

“No. Our fourth and fifth. We are having another set of twins.”

Sitting forward in surprise, the Mexican asked,

“Is this your first marriage?”

Lucien grunted, avoiding the man’s eyes.

Trying to keep the conversation flowing, Martinez went on.

“Aha…”

And then, as though his curiosity was too much to handle, he asked,

“When did you get married?”

Lucien turned on him, making no pretence of hiding his irritation.

“Not very long,” he snapped, “A couple of years, I think.”

The man’s eyebrows shot up but he said nothing.

Martinez stared at him in amazement and then looked down at the phone, which had chosen to ring at that time.

Later he was to think that it was a God sent. Lucien Delano had looked as though he was about to hurl him out of the window.

The Mafia Don’s dark scowl made the man hastily turn to look out of the window.

After a while, he said,

“Dmitri Rudenko has reached out to the men in Latvia.”

Lucien turned to Chico Martinez slowly.

***

Aiyana was also taken to the hospital. It was a deep injury she had suffered, the bullet had lodged itself in her arm.

The hospital she was brought to was the same one. Lucien had been clear in his instructions. This hospital was one that was under the direct mentorship of Martinez. No unwanted questions would be put to them.

His men required treatment too.

Danielle had a bloody cut on her cheek. Apparently, she had got into a skirmish with Xenia who had been fleeing. She had shot the woman down but not before Xenia had scraped her face with her long red talons.

Danielle, being her usual abrasive self , had made sure that Xenia’s death was a slow one.

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Schwartz strode up to him, managing to look as dashing as ever, despite his scruffy appearance.

Aiyana had been shifted out, the plaster on her arm holding up her fractured arm. She was sleeping since she had also lost a copious amount of blood.

“Mate!” said Schwartz, his green eyes troubled as he spoke to the Boss.

“How is…?”

His voice trailed away. He was upset about the woman who had been brought in, unconscious and unaware of her surroundings.

Martinez looked at them in some mild interest.

The strain, the urgency in the younger man’s tones intrigued him.

Lucien ran his hand over his face wearily.

“She’s in the operation theatre,” he said dully.

Schwartz swore softly and sank onto a sofa, stretching his long legs ahead of him. A woman who appeared with a tray of drinks glanced at him and blushed, obviously taken in by the handsome roughish-looking man with the twinkling green eyes and the blonde hair ruffled and long.

She took one look at Lucien Delano’s flinty eyes and quickly disappeared, leaving the tray on the coffee table nearby.

***

Lucien decided to tell his children that they were safe. He dialled his home. Young Ria must have been beside the phone; she picked up at once, almost on the first ring.

“Pappa?” her voice was querulous.

“My little pumpkin,” he sighed, a wave of deep love washing love him.

“We have got your Mumma,” he said quietly. She gave a sob, choking and then Piers tore the phone from her hands.

“Pappa?” he cried. “Is it true? Is Mumma with you? Is she safe?”

Lucien nodded his head, too choked to speak.

“Yes, son.” he grunted hoarsely.

“Your Mumma is safe. I shall bring her back to you soon.”

Ria snatched the phone and he could hear Claude clamouring in the background over Beatrice’s protests and Piers’ shouts of annoyance.

“When?” she demanded, her voice rising in excitement,” When are you coming? How are the babies? Do they look like us? Are they boys or girls or both?”

She was chirping excitedly now, and he felt a deep longing to be home, to sit in the living room with his family again, and to be with his family, surrounded by love and happiness.

That was when he saw the nurses scurrying outside. One of them, a white-faced one, came rushing to speak to Martinez.

“What is it?” bellowed Lucien, cutting the call.

“What has happened?” Schwartz had also leapt up, alert and ready for action.