Page 5 of Amadeo
Besides, hitting on the coma doctor? Nah, classless as fuck, right?
For days, I just kept telling myself to…do my job. Do not make direct eye contact. Pay no attention to the pure hotness of the way she walked, the way she moved. Ignore those sexy long legs in those black slacks she always wore. Ignore that cute derriere that swished so perfectly when she did that hotass walk. Do not stare at her silky dark hair in the messy bun while imagining that same hair spread out on my pillow. I snorted to myself. Dang, I had it bad for this chick with perhaps five degrees to her name.
I kept telling myself I could handle it. But maybe it had gotten too obvious as I could see that Nurse Jocelyn knew I was attracted to Dr. Ribisi. If by the looks and smiles she gave me were any indication. So it was also embarrassing. How did I end up as a teen boy with a crush all the sudden? What happened? I knew it was fruitless as they say. No, not that but pointless,maybe? The woman had no interest in me whatsoever. In fact, I had been convinced that she hated me. Likerealhate. In the recent week, I would catch her glaring at me. Like why? I had never met her before two weeks ago. I don’t think I knew her or her family.
Maybe it was us Descalias in general. Then again, she worked at the Famiglia's hospital. So she knew the Omerta score. The Mafia mantra, don’t talk about it. Well, she wasn’t but if glares and growls could talk? She would never shut up.
Then today, she came over and smiled at me. I swear to God, it felt like the sunshine had come out after a devastating storm had just rolled through. Like the parting of dark clouds had caused a rainbow to light up my world. Well, maybe that was too dramatic, but damn her smile had been like a beam of light in the total darkness.
I couldn’t ask or find out why she had given me that one smile after a week filled with a hundred frowns and glares. Deacon had chosen that very moment to sit up in bed. Talk about someone ruining the moment. Not that he could help it, I suppose.
I paused from staring at my phone to look over at him. Same. Every day, the same. Out. Not present. I couldn’t help but think of Valencia’s troll doll story. It showed that he had been a great brother. It didn’t add up with the terrible criminal who threatened to bomb women and children that were his own family. Yes, that was exactly what he tried to do, according to Luca.
The Walkers handed over all the reports, videos and information on Deacon and his mother to Luca. Our father had asked for it all after Deacon had become enemy number one by attacking Giovanni and his fiancée Glory. I for one, just couldn’t imagine anyone being that stupid. Did the man not look intowho Giovanni was before he had his men go after that limo? Suddenly, it occurred to me that Gio had been known as Legend with no discernible ties to the Descalia family. He had hidden his true identity from our father and the world back then. It had been useless in a way, Luca had said, because our father had known where he was for the last few years.
I wasn't happy when I heard that. I’d missed Gio. Perhaps more than the rest of my family did. He had always taken the time to teach me stuff, hang out with me. To just be a big brother. Yes, I had three more but none of them were as close to me as Giovanni. So when he left, I went into a dark time of my life. I had what they call a chip on my shoulder. My brothers had tried to reach me. All to no avail. I resented the fact that the one who knew me so well, spent lots of time with me, could just walk away. And he stayed away for almost ten years.
Sure, by the time he returned, I had gotten past my issues. It had taken quite a few bad events and an ass whooping or two from Luca, but I got over it. I never cared to go over those few years, cause I sure as fuck wasn’t proud of my actions. Or proud of the guy I had been. I was young and stupid as they say. Just a kid, Luca had reasoned when we talked about it later on. But I’d been more selfish than anything else. Some of the things I’d done weren’t great. I still felt like I should have known better, but I was too wrapped up in being the coolest or the baddest. Truth was I had been neither. All I did was damage.
“Mr. Descalia?”
My head shot up as I stared at the sexy doctor. She stood so close that I again caught her light perfume. What was it? Not sweet like vanilla. Not musk. Maybe roses? No, not that either.
“Mr. Descalia,” she repeated it.
I chuckled. “That’s my father. Please call me Deo.”
“Dayo?” she asked as she tilted her head at me.
I nodded. “You know, like the old Jamaican song?”
She blinked at me while looking confused.
I scoffed. “Oh man, don’t make me sing it.”
She kept staring at me with a blank look on her face.
I let out a long breath and sang, “Day-o, day-o…Daylight come and me wanna go home. Day, me say day, me say day, me say dayooooh.”
Staring at me, she then did something unfuckingbelievable…she shook her head, turned around and walked away. Heading across the room, she went into the restroom then quietly shut the door.
Nurse Jocelyn was laughing loudly. “Oh, my God! That was freakin’ hilarious!”
Valencia even giggled as she nodded at the nurse. “Their whole family is like that.”
I shrugged even though I had to agree with Valencia. The men in the family were funny and Zia was too. Like I had just found out that Dante went to Chattanooga Tennessee for his honeymoon? I asked Romeo about it and he said it had been a Moonpie thing. I had to pause and think about it. Then I remembered his love for that snack when he was younger. Still, who went there for a honeymoon?
So maybe just Luca wasn’t humorous, but I think he was born with a scowl? I snickered to myself. Then I paused as I heard an odd stomping on the floor. Not loud, in fact it was very short and barely there. Then it was followed by a snortlike sound. I looked from the door to the smiling nurse and then to Valencia.
Nurse Jocelyn shrugged as she wiped a tear of laughter away. “Don’t feel bad. I don’t think I have ever heard her laugh.”
“How long have you known her?” I asked.
“About six months. There is no one better than her though. Doctor-wise I mean. She really cares about her patients. All the way.”
“But she doesn’t care about anyone else?” I halted and added with regret, “Oh man, I should not have said that.”
“Why not?” Nurse Jocelyn asked. “It’s true, pretty much.”
