All Chapters of Innocence Interrupted - A Mafia Story: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RafaelI found Angelica in the alley behind Gusto’s. She was half naked, her panties around her ankles, still drunk, and clutching a stupid plastic crown. "No more," she grunted when I crouched next to her. "My pussy's all raw and shit... but you were wonderful baby." She turned her head to look at me. "What's your name again?"I wanted to throttle her right there and then, but I picked her up anyway and carried her to my SUV.I took my sister to the hotel where Madeleine and I would spend the night before we left for the mountains. I cleaned Angelica up as well as I could, had Doc DiMaggia come by to place a banana bag, and then waited for her to sober up so I could give her my final ultimatum. When she was semi-coherent, I dragged her from the couch over to the dining room table, banana bag and all, and sat her down to have one last conversation with her.“This is the last time,” I said, using the same tone I’d usually reserve for someone who was about to die. “I’m sorry your life i

MadeleineI’m married.I sit in the back of the limousine with my new husband. It's still him. It’s still Rafael, but feels different now. He doesn’t feel like the same person.I don’t feel like the same person who walked into church forty-five minutes ago.Rafael reaches out and pulls something from my hair. “What?” I ask and flutter my fingers over my perfectly curled hair.“A grain of rice,” he says with a grin.I smile and look out of the window. The city is flashing by in a blur, and an unsettling feeling washes over me. This place no longer feels familiar, and as much as I hate it, it always felt like home.Now it has an ominous, dark quality to it. It’s stifling. Like a tomb. A shudder runs through me, and my stomach coils tightly with fear.“Madeleine?” Rafael asks, his voice a little firmer than usual.Startled, I turn my head away from the window and look at my new husband.My husband.I have a family.“Are you okay?” he asks with an uncomfortable little laugh.Unlike th

Madeleine“Have I told you that you look beautiful?” Rafael asks as he leads me onto the dance floor.There are hundreds of eyes on us, and I’m so nervous that I will fall over my own feet that I’m barely paying attention to anything other than walking.“You have,” I say with a smile.He keeps looking at me in wonder. As if he can’t quite believe I exist. And I’m kind of sad that I’ll never be this beautiful again, and afraid that maybe Rafael will never look at me the same way again.“Well, I’m going to say it again. You looke beautiful.”I smile up at him, the band starts to play, and Rafael takes me firmly in his arms. I have never danced and I’m more nervous than ever, but my new husband confidently steers me across the dance floor, and within seconds I feel as if we’ve been doing this our whole life. Dancing together, perfectly in step with each other.I don’t feel so exposed anymore. I feel freer, more confident. I relax against him, and allow him to twirl me around, sure in the

RafaelWe were supposed to go to the hotel tonight, but I didn’t tell Madeleine about Rossi yet, and the lights on the island kept bugging me. Security came back and told Frankie that they found no one, but that doesn’t mean much. There are places a person can hide, and if they sent someone to grab my wife and child, it wouldn’t be a whole gang. I didn’t want to leave Betsy and Ethel here on their own tonight. Alone and vulnerable. Frankie, Vito, Vinnie, Sallie, and Marco are still here, waiting for my orders.I cover my sleeping bride, and slide out of bed, then tiptoe across the floor to get a pair of decent pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt, while I text Frankie - *Get the guys and come up to the house.*I quickly get dressed and sneak out of the room like a thief, relaxing a little once I’m outside. Marco is already coming up the stairs, giving me a questioning look, as if asking, ‘do you want me to watch her?’I nod at him, and he wordlessly takes up position outside my bedroom door.

MadeleineThe grounds are quiet. The marquees is dark. The only light I see comes from the guard towers and the thin stripe of orange on the horizon.I feel completely and utterly alone. I’m not. Rafael and his men are here, hidden in the garden - behind trees, in trees, and in the shadows. They left right before dawn, when the night was darkest.I walk up to the lake, dressed in a long white nightgown that flows around my legs. It was Rafael’s idea to dress me like a virgin - he said it gave off the appearance that I was less dangerous.Tucked under the gown, between my breasts in a special holster is a Walther PPK pistol, and in a garter around my thigh, there’s a sharp knife sheathed in leather, and a tracker of some kind is hidden in the cross around my neck.I’m strapped up and ready like a soldier on her way to war.I throw my head back and inhale the clean, early morning air. The wind whips the dress around my legs, reaches under the skirt and licks its way up my legs, remindin