Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He sat, his eyes closed, his lips on her small hand.

The nurses were speaking. They were conversing between themselves softly, fearful of the people on board. Lucien had asked Danielle to stay behind. Aiyana looked like she needed help, despite her tall claims. She had been white-faced and in need of a doctor. Yet the stubborn woman had opted to stay back and make sure that Lucien and Proserpina could get away safely.

Now he tuned in to the words that came his way, filtering into his fevered, tired brain.

“…surgery…”

“Chances of survival…few…”

Lucien’s head reared up. he looked livid, his eyes glinting harshly as he gripped the hand of the man near him, the small built male attendant who had just had a man hold a gun to his head.

“What did you say?” he snarled, “What did you just say?”

The little man looked like he was about to wet himself. The big blonde woman stepped forward. The cabin was cramped but she managed to make him look at her.

In a no-nonsense manner, she snapped,

“Look, Sir. Your wife is not in the best condition health wise. She is too weak for a natural delivery.”

She met his eyes and he felt a yawning despair grow within him.

“What are you trying to say?'” he snarled harshly.

“She will have to be wheeled in for surgery the minute we land.” said the woman but the pity in her eyes was real.

“My children?” he whispered hoarsely, his eyes narrowed in pain.

“They seem to be well.” she said dryly. “Full of beans. But the mother…”

Her voice trailed off.

Lucien swallowed.

Proserpina? What were they trying to say about his beloved wife?

“What do you mean?” he growled, “is she…?”

“She is terribly weak. How her body withstood what she has obviously suffered is remarkable,” went on the big woman, admiration in her tone.

” But I do not think she can hold up anymore.”

Lucien looked away.

He knew what the woman was saying.

Proserpina had held on till he came to save her, to save their children.

But now, she had given up…

***

Aiyana moved back with Danielle beside her, the men and Schwartz firing as they moved backwards and headed surely but surely, back to their aircraft.

Xenia and the people with her seemed to have escaped. Aiyana knew that they had because her mole had been the woman who had stood with Proserpina, one of Xenia’s helpers.

Grenades kept being lobbed their way. One of their men had fallen down, hit. Beston had lifted him up on his hefty shoulder, growling.

“We will not leave one of ours behind.”

The man was dying; he had received a mortal wound. It was obvious that he would probably not survive the journey home. But Aiyana could understand Beston’s emotions.

Sid, the tall black man with the shy brown eyes had been an efficient soldier. There was no way anyone she knew would have left behind a comrade, dying or otherwise.

They moved back.

Schwartz yelled

“Beston, get Sid to the bird, we will follow.” Beston nodded and began to weave his way back, his dying comrade’s body across his shoulder.

As they continued to return fire, another aircraft could be heard approaching.

Aiyana looked up.

It was one of Dmitri’s reinforcements arriving.

Schwartz took stock of the situation.

“We got to leave, NOW!” he shouted and flinging grenades in their wake, they ran towards the waiting chopper even as Beston bellowed,

“Get in, come on already!!!”

In an instant, they had all clambered in. Danielle helped to pull Aiyana in as she was too weary to do so herself without help. Her arm was beyond pain. It felt dead and lifeless.

The aircraft took off at once and they were followed by static gunfire.

Standing at the door, Schwartz and a couple of others returned the fire.

There was an almighty explosion and they saw the building go up in flames. Aiyana glanced at Schwartz.

“Rigged a bomb. Timed it perfectly, eh?” he grinned, the smoke on his handsome face only adding to his rakish attractiveness. She smiled wanly and he squatted beside her at once.

“Hey Aiy,” he said sharply, noticing her white-faced pallor, the tight lines of strain around her mouth.

“Show me your wound…” When she tried to protest, he handed his gun to Danielle and pulled the jacket off her sleeve. Daniele gasped and swore.

“F*ck!”

You did not say it was so bad!’ she cried furiously, worriedly.

Aiyana leaned weakly against the inside of the aircraft. A wave of blackness descended on her.

***

Miles away in an aircraft heading to central Europe, Dmitri Rudenko sat, and his long lean legs stretched out before him.

His fury knew no bounds. He had never expected Lucien Delano to turn up in such a swashbuckling manner and spirit away his wife. And the damage the man had left behind was immense. The carnage!

He gnashed his teeth in rage.

Oleg, his most trusted lieutenant, had been killed savagely, taken down by his nemesis, James Schwartz.

Dmitri Rudenko quaffed down the drink in his crystal tumbler and flung it against the wall.

His favourite of the month a pretty boy, a young teenager, sat, trembling.

Dmitri was notorious for taking his favourite plaything of the moment along with him. No one knew when he would lose interest in his lover and dump him.

No one on board the aircraft had the guts to speak to him when he was in such a filthy mood.

His ire would immediately be directed against the unfortunate person who came into his line of vision.

Dmitri had already discovered how the Condor had been duped. He was planning to nip that little bud in the head, alright.

And then, the knowledge that the pregnant woman, Delano’s wh*re, had been saved; it was eating into him. He had relished having the upper hand.

But Delano had demolished his hideout and destroyed his reputation in the bargain.

Many powerful men were furious because it had been the place they had considered as being a safe haven to buy slaves for their pleasures.

That safe hideout had been demolished. The government would now be forced to swing into action.

The Desert of Souls would no longer be a good place to barter people.

He swore in fury and the teenager started in fright.

But Dmitri Rudenko was also a frightened man now.

The wrath of Lucien Delano could be lethal. He knew it from past experience.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Dmitri scowled. He would need to flee and hide. Lucien Delano would be coming after him, no doubt of that. He began to plan how he could lie low till he could devise another plan to get back at the man they called the Boss.

The aircraft glided silently into the gathering darkness as the man sat planning his future moves.