Chapter 8 I’M Doomed

• “… isn’t it high time you moved? It’s been almost a week you stayed in Italy. The police could be planning something new, they have a new detective.” Vincenzo told as they sat at Capri island.
• They had few Italian people around, travelers ,and a woman which happened to be Vincenzo’s maid served them the Rossini recipe, it was Vincenzo’s preference.
• “Vincenzo, I’d move when I want to. I have some things I have to do in Italy before I move and getting Lorenzo Ferrari.” Roberto muttered sipping his drink.
• “So I go some information about him, he is coming back to town in two days, he is coming because his daughter is in town. The name of his daughter is Greta Ferrari, just finished college education, and she has a fiancée Matteo Bruno. He is the head of the local mafia In Bologna, very brutal but loves his woman so much.” Vincenzo explained while Roberto stared at him paying rapt attention.
• “I don’t care who her fiancée is, he is the head of the local mafia so what?” Roberto asked and Vincenzo sighed.
• “I was just stating all I know. What do you want to do about him? You would have to wait two more days before he comes back.” Vincenzo told.
• “He lives in Bologna too, I won’t wait until he comes back, I’ll pull him down here whenever I want.” Roberto uttered sipping from his drink again.
• “How do you intend doing that?” Vincenzo asked.
• “I’ll go for his daughter.” Roberto replied looking at the sea.
• “What? That would be pretty difficult, there are lot of men around his house, it’s a danger zone. His men and Matteo’s men, they are dangerous set of humans.” Vincenzo confessed with worry.
• “I am aware Vincenzo, he worked for my father for fifteen good years, I know how careful he always is. That is why I won’t be going to his house, it’s a stupid decision which I never thought of.” Roberto responses and Vincenzo gulped.
• “I’m sorry boss, I was just worried about you.” Vincenzo mumbled picking up his drink.
• “I need you to put a track on her, I need to know her movements every time, morning and night. We’ll get her outside, and you’ll help me with that. This isn’t the first bastard I’m dealing it, it shouldn’t be so hard.” Roberto said in an optimistic tone.
• “Yes boss, we’ll get her… but can I ask you something?” He asked and Roberto looked at him, this meant he could go on.
• “What do you plan on doing with her? Kill her?” Vincenzo inquired cracking his knuckles. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear.
• “Kill her if need be, rape her instead if I’m in a very good mood. Why do you care about what I do to her?” Roberto further inquired and Vincenzo shook his head.
• “Nothing, I was just curious.” He responded smickering.
• “Why? Are you worried for her too?” Roberto further grilled.
• “What?! No, of course not.” Vincenzo refuted and Roberto smirked scrutinizing him.
• “Good.” He finally voiced picking up his drink again.
• “Do you want to talk about that b**ch? The one that created a scene in Almalu Trastevere, your favorite bar.” Vincenzo posed and Roberto scoffed.
• “There is nothing to talk about, don’t you think?” Roberto made known and Vincenzo sat up.
• “It is the talk in town, people are waiting to see your take on this issue.” Vincenzo expressed.
• “Listen to me Vincenzo, it’s been ten years you have been working with me and you should have known by now that what people think or say doesn’t matter to me. I choose to deal with things my own way. Moreover, she is nobody, she isn’t worth my attention.” Roberto mentioned and Vincenzo concurred.
• “True.” He muffled sipping his drink. Roberto stood up all of a sudden, he used his right hand to button his extravagant Dolce and Gabbana wine suit.
• “Get back to me at night, I need to move as soon as possible.” Roberto declared before walking away.
• His men followed behind him immediately and they walked him to his car. Vincenzo gazed at him until he was driven off the island.
• “He can never stop scaring me… After good ten years of working for him.” Vincenzo Pondered in frustration after Roberto was finally gone.
• Roberto sat in the car and pulled out the new cellphone he had picked before heading for the island. He got busy on his phone, checking the news, social media gist and all, when he looked up all of a sudden.
• “How many hours before we get to Rome?” He asked.
• “Three hours Boss.” His driver responded and he looked at his phone again. “Make it two hours, and once we get to Rome, head right to the largest pet store, I need a dog.” Roberto briefed and he got a nod from his driver and the escort that sat next to him in front.
• The driver looked at his friend that sat next to him, and they both communicated using their eyes.
• ***
• “So, where are you going now?” Alberto asked after they had finished talking about Roberto’s case.
• “Home… where else do I want to go?” Martina asked and they both sniggered.
• “That was a stupid question right?” Alberto asked and Martina squinted with a smile on her face.
• “C’mon, that response was just a joke okay? Don’t take it too far.” Martina said humorously.
• “Okay, if you say so.” He said with a broad smile.
• “Maybe I’d just take a stroll around the city. Feed my eyes with something pleasant and then head back home after I get tired of it.” She clarified.
• “I thought of the same thing, it would be better than you going home and having to stay home alone until Caterina comes back from school. But…” He enunciated but Martina butted in.
• “I need to be careful.” She uttered and they both smiled coquettishly.
• “Thank you so much for your concern Alberto. I’ll take my leave now.” She pronounced as she proceeded towards the door.
• “Martina…” Alberto called and she stopped and turned to look at him.
• “Yes.” She said with a feeble smile on her face.
• “Thank you.” He stated and she nodded, she opened the door and walked out of the office. She rested her back on the door for some minutes, before heading out of the station.
• She hopped into her car and ignited the engine. Alberto peered at her from his window and he watched her drive out of the premises.
• He exhaled loudly and walked back to his chair. He sat and leaned on his chair completely. He shut his eyes and allowed himself remember those good memories he had with Martina.
• Their first kiss, first sex… it was the best he had ever had. “Sometimes things just doesn’t go the way you want them.” He thought opening his eyes.
• “Mr. Alberto” He heard someone call him from outside his door.
• “Come in.” He answered pulling his chair closer to his desk, and picking some of the paperworks on his desk.
• “Sir, your attention is needed. Another case just came up.” The cop said and Alberto braced his jaws.
• “I’ll be there soon.” He told and the cop nodded walking out of the office. Alberto let out a sigh of frustration, but stood up afterwards.
• “Nobody forced you to be a detective.” He said to himself most times so he wouldn’t complain.