Monday, March 3, 2014

An adventure to save my godfather

“Jordan….what the hell, man?” I asked.
“You got lucky, paisano! Breaking into the old man’s house and pretty much getting away.  I had to go to a reform school when I stole money from my neighbor!” my former partner said.
“Me being an officer was a calling and Don Giuseppe was the one who made it happen. There wasn’t any way my family could’ve paid for my education and the academy so Don Giuseppe started a college fund, okay? For every $20 I put in, he only put in $5!” I said.
“I had so much evidence against the old man and you asked me not to report it to the chief. I did and two weeks later in court, the old man was dubbed as ‘Second Teflon Don’. Nothing stuck to him!!!” Jordan said as he gently scraped my neck with the very sharp tip of the blade.
“Take me and let my godfather go. Please. He’ll return the favor!” I begged. “You hate me because of his being my father figure. Don’t take this out on him, Jordy!”
“Deppgrl,” Don Giuseppe whispered.
My poor godfather! He was severely beaten and was trying to get up to come to me. I yanked free from Jordan’s grip.
“Godfather!! I’m here. Go downstairs and you’ll see my husband there. Have him call Cardinal Paolo and then my husband will bring you to see Matt, my personal physician!” I said.
“My daughter. Come with me. There’s no saving this maniac!” Don Giuseppe said.
“Go, Don Giuseppe! Please go!! Tell my husband I love him,” I said.
My godfather nodded his head and struggled with the door. I heard him struggling with the stairs as well; I think one of his legs was broken.
“Deppgrl,” Jordan said as I spun to face him. He had his gun raised to my head. “I’m sorry but I have to do this. You were always in the way. Payback’s a bitch!”
“DROP!” Cardinal Paolo said and I fell; hearing a gun go off before I hit the floor. I heard a thump and I looked up. Cardinal Paolo was shot in the shoulder. I spiraled around on the floor taking Jordan’s legs out from underneath him. We wrestled for the gun but if fell off of the scaffolding. He pulled out another knife.
“Do it, you bastard!” I challenged him. “Be a man and kill me. I know you always wanted to!”
Jordan grunted and pulled his arm up to stab me when I saw a knife flying in the air catching Jordan in the neck and him falling limp on top of me. I rolled him off.
“Nice aim, hombre! Are you sure you don’t want to switch careers, Paolo?” I asked.
“Thanks! I learned from the best; you, Deppgrl. I’m good. Let’s get Godfather to the hospital!” Paolo said.
 We ran down the stairs as fast as we could and hopped in the Hummer. I drove us there as fast as I could in rush hour traffic. Once we got there, I pulled into the private entrance and asked Vince and Paolo to unload Don Giuseppe as I alerted Matt and his colleagues.
“Matt!!! He’s here. Need a gurney!” I shouted as I ran to find a gurney.
“Got one! Thanks, hun! Your neck!!” Matt said.
“Don’t worry about it. Get working on my godfather and get someone to take care of the cardinal. I’ll take care of my neck!” I said.
Matt nodded as he requested for another gurney for Paolo. Matt and his colleagues rushed the men into the waiting operating rooms. Vince ran to get a wheelchair for me since I was a little unsteady. One of the nurses took over and suggested that Vince sat in the one waiting room as she silently took me to one of the ER rooms for an ultrasound to check on the baby.
As I was waiting for the doctors, the nurse helped me clean off the dried blood from my neck and cleaned the wound. It was deep enough to bleed but not enough for stitches. She applied ointment and a bandage. After she was finished, Matt walked in.
“Don Giuseppe and Paolo are in surgery. Thankfully neither one of them has internal injuries. The godfather has a broken leg and we need to remove the bullet from Paolo’s shoulder. Let’s get that ultra sound going to check on that baby of yours,” Matt said.
Everything with the baby was fine and he checked me for other cuts, scrapes, bumps and bruises and declared that I was fine. He wheeled me back into my private room where Vince was waiting for me.

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