THE VIKING MAFIA (…And Mary, the Mother of God)

AUTHORS POV“Carlo! Calogero! Mary! Where are you all at!?” John Wicks’ voice echoed in the Wicks mansion. There was a hide and seek game between one of the richest man in Naples, Italy. He rolled from one point to the other with a white fabric covering his sight. His hands were swinging around like a floss dancer.The kids were chortling and rushing from behind one couch to the other. It was a great sight to behold. You’d agree with me that finding rich families having such family time is rare or better still impossible to see which causes a deficiency in the mental growth of kids.“You can’t see us dad!” Carlo, the youngest twin, whiffed while standing beside the white settee, very close to the packed brown Curtain. Calogero was on the other end with his mom holding his hand with Mary’s too. “I got you!!” Mister Wick snickered and grabbed Carlo from behind. Carlo struggled in his grasped while he tickled him. They were still enjoying the splendid moment when all of a sudden there

MARIA’S POV“I have nothing, I am only a nun!” I shrieked with my eyes blindfolded with a cloak. Sweat leaked over my face. I felt a harsh pain on my wrist as I struggled to break free from the hold of the tie to the chair I was seated on.“Please, please just let me go,” I pleaded.There was almost silence in the room but there were faint footsteps I could still pick out amidst the tranquilly. My words were reverberating so I knew it was an empty and enclosed space.“Here she is boss” a burly voice roamed out of nowhere. I was already filled with trepidation and anxiety. My heart was pummeling the fastest it could. My palms were wet and I was on the verge of tearing up. I only watched kidnapping scenes in movies. Being in that position made my stomach churn. I could hear some soft Italian in the background. I wasn’t so sure how many voices I heard, but I think probably three different voices. “Please don’t harm me” I whimpered in fear with my whole body shivering. My legs itch as we

MARIA“ Sister Maria Salvatore, after serious deliberation by the Senior Sisters of the order, I’m pitiful to say, but you have been excommunicated from the order of The Most Holy annunciation, on the footings of unchastity and debauchery which has led to you becoming unwantedly up the duff. On that note, you are advised to leave the Convent as soon as possible.” Mother superior's voice boomed. My whole body froze. My legs stiffened and my heart halted pulsing. Sizzling tears filed out from my eyes, flowing freely on my face. My lips quivered tremendously as the words kept resounding over and over in my head. I closed my eyes and pressed out more tears with a heavy sigh. I flipped my eyes open and watched as the four senior sisters of the order who sat lined together with Mother Superior seated in the middle. They all stood up at the same time and walked out of the consultation room. I sniffled and ceased my breath before releasing it furiously with more tears rolling out of my eyes.

MARIAThe ambiance of the room was frenzied even more, an oven would be right for a vivid description. I stood like a prisoner that was about to be sentenced by the judicial panel. I darted my stare from Papà to Mamma and the consigliere. “As much as I do not want to see your filthy face and I wish I could just put a bullet through your head right now. But then, you have chosen yourself to be useless to me and the Outfit but then I am not going to allow that.” Papà hissed. My emotions tingled as I knew there was something greater coming. My heart thumped dejectedly. I swallowed large chunks of saliva instantly to try to push down the angst. “I am Salvatore Luca and no child of mine is going to bring shame to my name. You have humiliated me enough by running away from the house to only God knows where and worst of all you are with child. You left me to go live a life of a whore. Firstly, after an intent rumination on how to salvage the situation, I have decided that you are going to

“I presume you are not delighted with this union”Dante spat just what I truly felt. My lips parted and my throat choked with air. I was surprised at the preciseness. He remained cold as before. I was lost and in a dilemma of what to respond with. I peered up at him.“Yes, I’m not” I allowed the truth from my mouth. His lips pulled taut. I wondered how he deciphered what I truly felt but then, I shouldn’t expect less from a Made man, he literally studies and tortures people for a living. There was a large part of me that was hopeful that he'd break the alliance after knowing that I am not happy with it. “Unfortunately you are bound to me” my hopes scrambled to the floor and shattered. My face fell from the little glory that it crept to. I should have known better that a Mafia wouldn’t care about a mere woman's emotions. They were rigid and felt nothing.He took a walk and sat on one of the black Adirondack chairs. He balanced perfectly on the chair and laid his strong arms on the sid