Page 56 of Labria

I took three deep breaths and tried to clear the controlled panic and disbelief from my mind. Who could I call to help me? I had the former consigliere of the Bregoli Mafioso Family lying dead on the floor of my bedroom.

I didn’t have a choice. Gianni was going to rape me, and it crossed my mind that he might’ve murdered me. He’d already broke into my house. He had to have known I was home alone. Why would he do this? Could it be because of that disagreement he had with Lord? I didn’t know what was happening.

I had to do something. Calling the police wasn’t even an option. My hands were shaking so badly. I put the gun down and I clasp them together to control the shudder. I knew whom I should call. I didn’t want to call him, but I didn’t have any other options.

My chest hurt like hell. I’d never seen a fresh dead body this close. The guys that attacked us on the motorcycles were outside of the car. I wasn’t even the one who identified my parents after the car accident that took them from me.

I had to get out of this room. I felt like I was suffocating. I hurried out of the bedroom and rushed down the stairs. Where was my cell phone? I panicked as I walked into the kitchen, checking the counters. I even opened the refrigerator. I looked in the sink, then I got hit with the reality that the fucking cell phone was in my hand and the gun was in the other.

I tried to calm myself. I made it this far. Who could I call I said in my head and then I dialed Nicco. Please answer, I begged. Please. It was the third ring when he picked up.

“Yes.” His voice was clear, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wakened him from his sleep.

“Nicco.” I muttered.

“Yes. What?”

“I need your help.”

“My help?” He repeated.

“Yes, please.” I was almost in tears.

“What happened?”

“I need you to come to the house, to my place right away. Something happened. Lord isn’t here.”

“I know he’s in New York.”

“Yes, something happened. I can’t tell you over the phone. Please come here right now, please.” I begged.

“Right now?”

“Yes, just you, by yourself. No security. Please.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Please come here now.” My voice shakily lost its pitch. “Don’t tell anyone. Don’t call anyone. Just you, come alone. I can’t say anything else over the phone.”

“Why are you upset? I can hear it in your voice.”

“Nicco, please. Come here now!” My tears started rolling.

“Okay. I should be there in twenty minutes.”

“Okay. The front door, come into the front door. It’s open.”

I waited until he ended the call. Nicco wasn’t my favorite person, and I knew he knew how to get rid of a dead body. At lease I hoped he did. I assumed they did things like this. Even though we didn’t see eye to eye, he knew I would never kill someone without a reason. Either he was going to help me or he was going to kill me for killing his uncle. I was internally freaking out and at this juncture; it didn’t matter either way.

I didn't know why I did it, but I turned all the security cameras off. I hit the code that opened the front gate that lead to the property. I looked out the window and stared out into the darkness, wondering how my life turned into this shitshow, clusterfuck of a conundrum.

I was going to be okay. I hoped. I prayed. I demanded. Just when things seemed so normal, this happens to me.

Lord left Vegas today, and this dead man felt the urge to come here and attack me. I wanted a drink to calm me down, but I had one glass of wine with dinner. I needed to think straight. I didn’t know how Nicco was going to take the news I killed his uncle. At this point, I didn’t really care.

It was twenty-two minutes later when Nicco walked into my front door. He was wearing black slacks and a black oxford like dress shirt. He looked wide away and completely calm. I was the one freaking the fuck out on the inside.

He stopped a few feet in front of me.

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