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She was naked and serving breakfast in bed to
Furio, both of them having finished just making passionate love� �Wake up cara mia.� She heard the familiar voice
and she jumped a bit, the dream rapidly fading from her mind. Sunlight was
streaming into the living room now; the warm breeze had returned blowing
through the curtains. Next to her on the couch sat Furio, on the table near her
were two cups of coffee. �You fell asleep; I didn�t want to wake you until I
had cleaned up and made coffee, eh?�
She shook the cobwebs out of her head and
noticed he had indeed cleaned up and redressed, his hair once again neatly
pulled back into the tight pony tail, no traces of any of last nights gruesome
crime on him.
�When did you get back in?� she touched him
briefly on the arm as though to assure herself he was really here and she wasn�t
dreaming.
�About two hour ago, but as I said, I didn�t
want to wake you.� He handed her one of the cups of coffee, �I had thinking to
do, stuff to plan.�
She
took the coffee from his hand and glanced at him, again she saw a shadow of
something so dark and angry in him it frightened her beyond anything she could
imagine.
�Furio?�
she gingerly asked. �What is wrong, are we going to have to leave now because
of those men?�
�Nothing, nothing.� He slammed the dark look
away, �Yes we will have to leave again, maybe tonight. I have to think.� He
drank his own coffee and then stood up stretching his weary muscles. She could
tell he had gotten no sleep at all.
�Why don�t you sleep some while I make
breakfast?� she asked reaching out to caress his arm lightly.
His face relaxed a moment at her soft touch,
the eyes returning to the calmness she was used to, �Is sweet offer my angel,
but I cannot.� He looked almost sadly at her. �I need to stay awake eh?� he
glanced briefly at the door way and she knew what he was thinking. That perhaps
more assassins might come.
�Then let�s go now, Furio.� She said, �Let�s
just drive off and go somewhere else, run away from here.�
�We will.� He said without looking at her,
�But not until I talk to Malco tonight.�
With
all the excitement last night she had forgotten that Furio�s friend was to be
coming over for dinner tonight. Her eyes lit up momentarily, �Yes, he can
probably help us.� She said hoping her words would sooth him.
However Furio�s eyes grew dark a moment as
he glanced down at her. �Yes, maybe.� He said elusively and then just quickly
turned away. It was not the reaction she had expected but she somehow sensed
that to push at him or question him more was not good at this time.
�What can I do to help out?� she asked
sincerely at a loss for his distant behavior.
He turned back to her, his eyes softening
once again. �Forgive me,� he said, �I not mean to be harsh with you. You want
to help out?� he asked honestly, �Then go in bedroom and find our two
suitcases, pack everything you can in them. Stay inside today do not go out for
any reason. Pack up the bedding, all our stuff in bedroom.� He walked over and
gently caressed her face. �It going to be Ok, I promise.� He said sincerely.
This
time Aria stood up and without even thinking threw her arms around him and
hugged him tightly. Again she felt that brief tug at her soul, that guilt about
hugging and falling in love with a man who was not her husband of 11 years, but
this man had put his life on the line several times for her, and slowly but
surely her heart was bending to him, being pulled even more strongly into his
grasp. He bent his head down to nuzzle gently across the nape of her neck, and
Aria turned his face to hers as her lips began brushing his as she gently but
seductively tasted his lips, his mouth. She felt him tense up in passion
against her, the heat rise in his body as a low moan overtook him, she could
feel the aroused bulge inside his pants pressed against her.
His
tongue sought out her lips and pressed between them as he kissed her deeply,
with such fire it almost shook her to her knees, he paused a moment and picked
her up in his arms, �Ti amo, mia tesoro.�
He murmured briefly as he carried her to the bedroom.
He put
her on the bed and then gently lay his weight down atop her, once again his
lips closing passionately against hers.
She
reached up and wrapped her arms around his strong body, her own passions coming
to life deep inside of her with an intensity she had not imagined or felt for
many years. She so wanted this, so wanted to give herself to him and feel him
take her completely. She felt his hands caressing her body, running arousingly
over her. She moved her hands to his pants to undo them, when with a playful
look he pulled away.
�You Americans do everything so fast, eh?�
he teased lightly, �I show you how an Italian makes love, it take a long time.�
He leaned back down over her and gently restrained her wrists as he began to
kiss and nuzzle her neck again. He began to undress her slowly and for the next
half hour he simply explored and caressed every inch of her body with his
fingers, his tongue and his lips. Occasionally he would speak lovingly to her
in Italian or simply groan in deep passion.
Finally he undressed himself and for the
first time she had known Furio she was able to see him fully naked. She was not
disappointed in the least, now it was she who conducted the same playful and
sensual explorations on his body with her fingers and lips, kissing and
nuzzling him. She saw a rather cruel scar on his right inner thigh and she
touched it briefly, �What happened?� she asked softly.
�I was shot there, it pretty much healed
now.� He said matter of factly. She just nodded and kissed the scar and
continued her explorations of him. His large cock was at full mast the whole
time she was kissing and caressing him, and she finally moved her lips onto his
thick shaft. A deep moan escaped his lips as he dug into the bed, his hands
grasping onto her with almost rough strength. �You so very sexy, so very
beautiful.� He half growled his passion barely in check. But still with
surprising strength and restraint he did not give in and allowed her to give
him the same pleasure he had given her.
She
sucked his cock for several long minutes until finally he pulled her up against
him, once again his lips meeting hers. She could feel her heart and soul
wavering and falling deeply under Furio�s sway as she gave herself fully to his
sensual foreplay of her. Once again his finger slid between the wet folds of
her aching pussy as he sought out her nub and expertly rubbed it. Now it was
she who threw her head back and hissed in deep pleasure. He had her so close to
the brink of orgasm, she wanted him to stop and thrust his cock inside her, but
he was not done yet arousing her full passions. �Not yet, not yet mia amore�� he teased as though reading
her mind, �You come first for me this way.�
She glanced into those deep penetrating grey
eyes and felt her own orgasm beginning to build deep within her as he continued
to pleasure her pussy with his fingers and thumb, thrusting into her tight hole
and rubbing her clit until she felt herself sliding over the brink. �Ahhhhh!
Ahhhnng!� she moaned deeply grasping onto him in a death grip, her nails biting
into his flesh. He merely chuckled playfully as he continued pleasuring her.
�So fiery you are, so passionate.� He kissed her and then moved down tonguing
her erect nipples. Her hips were bucking up beneath him now, wanting him to
fill her up with something besides his fingers, as good as they were. She
wanted him inside her, wanted to feel that thick cock of his plunging into her
folds and consuming her totally.
�You want?� he asked playfully but his eyes
already were burning with consuming need for her.
�Yes,� she begged, �oh God Furio, please!
Fuck me, take me fully and let me feel your hard passion!� she moaned
practically arching her hips beneath him.
�I love you, I need you�� Furio said
in a low, husky baritone. His lips came down on her small ones, in a passionate
kiss. Hard. Insistent. His tongue slid
deep into her mouth, drawing her breath, his arms crushing her against him. She
could feel his raging hard on pressing against her. He broke the kiss and with
his hand held her face and made her eyes look deep into his soul. �You are mine.� He said simply, dangerously,
succinctly. The music of primal lust and passion seemed to flow over both of them
as strongly as the roar of the ocean outside their window. Aria felt her body
surrender to his utterly, she wanted this, needed this. Needed to feel him give
his emotions to her utterly, to use her as his vessel.
Furio�s strong hands picked her easily up and
crushed her to his strong chest as his lips again came down on hers, harder
now, more intense. He drew the breath from her, seemed to squeeze the very life
out of her with his strong arms as he enveloped her, almost as though he was
trying to physically jam her into his heart. Furio now laid her out beneath him;
his large hands grabbed her wrists, almost painfully, hard, stretching her arms
taut above her head. His head came down and his teeth nibbled and tasted her
soft innocent flesh.
Aria was too lost in the emotions of his
passion, to notice any one act other than the forcefulness of his actions, the
intensity of his love as he claimed her utterly. His mouth sucked hard at her
erect nipples, and tits. Sucked, nibbled and bit into her shoulders and
throat. He had moved his hips into
position with hers, and used his knee to spread Aria�s knees wide apart. He
lined his cock up into her tight hole and with no warning, drove into her wet
pussy with a single hard thrust.
His forceful and aroused penetration of her
caught her by surprise, the fullness of his engorged cock; the strength and
heat of his passion made her breath catch in her throat with a low mewl of
pleasure. Furio did not relent nor hold
back, he drove in again, and this time his whole cock slid into her to the
hilt, he pounded hard again. �Ahhhnnng, shit yes, Uhhnggh!� she moaned in need
and want.
He
drove into her again and her breath was driven from her, as though a Mac truck
had rammed her from the inside out. Her voice seemed sucked from her very
essence, as growing pleasure seemed to override all her mortal senses. She
couldn�t adjust to his rhythm, for there was no rhyme or rhythm to it. He drove
into her over and over, unrelenting, harshly, literally claiming her in body as
his.
Aria never got a chance to adjust or to catch
her breath; his punishing large cock driving into her was unmerciful. The
amount of wetness and juices of her lust that trickled from her legs surprised
her as he continued his hard pounding and rocking into her. Her body was still
stretched tight by his strong arms, stretched out on Furio�s rack as he like
the cruel enforcer tore into her with his weapon breaking her body and soul
making her totally his.
Finally she felt her breath catch in her
throat for a moment; her body was already beyond exhausted, sore, throbbing in
pain, pleasure and lust, as both of them were lost in their emotions of passion.
Aria was a slave to her body�s needs and lusts with no control, a total trust
and giving of herself to him in to her deepest seductions and fantasies in the
dark Italian. But she knew he wasn�t finished with her, not by a long shot.
Without removing his cock from her, Furio had
released her hands and then with no effort at all had literally picked her up, flipped
her around so she was on her hands and knees, bent seductively over, ass in the
air, impaled on his cock.
Furio once again
began his rocking and thrusting into Aria�s now full and sore pussy, his hands
encircling her waist. She felt gasping
screams of pleasure, passion and orgasm all merging into her throat and brain. Furio�s
hand came down on the soft sexy curve of her ass, with a hard spank. She
squealed and thrashed, causing her pussy to tighten up on his cock. It fueled him only more. He spanked her ass
hard a few more times, being rewarded with her tiny, useless writhing which
only aroused him more. His hands rubbed softly her ass for a moment soothing
her, but the lust and passions of his own emotions overcame him again. He
tightened his hands painfully on her shoulders and once again drove into her,
hard.
Poor Aria�s
breath was slammed from her body once more, as red stars flashed through her
brain and vision. Pain, pleasure and total need melding into one volcanic flow
of lava in her soul. She knew her soul
was now being fully consumed by Furio Giunta, her mind, body and soul totally
under his spell of passion, strength and seduction. One of his strong hands grabbed her pussy,
fingering roughly the clit, pulling and pleasuring her love nub again. It lubed
her up even more and he drove into her faster. �Mine!� he hissed with a longing
and possessiveness that surprised them both. He drove his seed, his emotions
his passions deep into Aria�s body and soul. �Appartieni a me, anima e corpo, mia moglie!� he growled deeply in Italian and then in exhaustion
himself released her and rolled over pulling her up against his chest as they
both began to come down off the high of their passionate fucking.

She lay against his powerful
body as he breathed deeply beneath her, both their bodies covered in the wetness
of sweat and passion of their love making. She kissed him gently, tasting the
salt of his body. �I love the way Italians make love.� She murmured in an
exhausted but playful sigh to him.

�Ti amo, it means, I love you.�
he soothingly stroked her body. �We need to shower Aria, I need to stay awake
and you need to pack our stuff.� But they were both too comfortable, too sated
and before either of them realized it they had drifted off in one another�s
arms, with the warm ocean breeze caressing their bodies through the bedroom
window, the sound of the roaring ocean out in the distance lulling them into a
much needed rest.

�Wake, wake, Aria.� She heard Furio�s voice shake her from a warm
comforting sleep. She was still tired and wanted to sleep more, but he was
shifting at her side untangling himself from her embrace. �We need to shower,
Malco be here soon.� Furio was already sitting up now rubbing sleep from still
weary eyes and pulling out his gun from under the bed.
She
could tell they had slept maybe 4 hours, the sun had shifted position in the
sky signaling mid afternoon. She saw Furio was almost as nervous and anxious as
he had been in New Jersey when they had fled, he was stalking around the shanty
the gun in his hand as he glanced briefly out some of the windows, �Come on!�
he grumbled, �Alzarsi!� he motioned
her towards the tiny bathroom, �You first, I watch.� he said. She didn�t know
what Furio meant at first. What? He was going to watch her take a shower? But
it dawned on her as he just stood outside the door with the gun, seeming to keep
guard at the window while pulling out empty suitcases as well; he was being a
look-out. She was confused, what was going on, wasn�t he going to discuss this
with Malco? She hurriedly took a quick shower, dressed and took over throwing
their stuff in the suitcases as he took a quick shower himself, the gun he kept
with him on the tiny sink.
They
both dressed silently in fresh clothing as Furio slipped the gun into his pants
pocket out of sight. �I start some pasta, you finish here. Do not put the
suitcases into the car, do not leave the house.� He emphasized darkly, �Neither
of us touch that car, you understand?�
Aria
just gulped and nodded yes. She didn�t really understand, but she was not going
to argue with him. What was wrong with the car? Why was he acting so angry and
jumpy? She would have thought he would be relieved that Malco was coming so
they could figure this whole thing out, but it seemed obvious she was missing
the line of thought Furio was. This was not her world; she knew nothing of the
criminal world Furio and Malco belonged to.
Furio
poured her a glass of wine, but took none himself. �Listen to me,� he stood
near her as she tended the boiling pasta, �When Malco come over, you going to
open the door. I going to be standing behind the door. You not look at me, not
make any indication I there. You just open the door, smile nice say �Ciao
Malco� and step back. Are we clear?�
�But
what is going on? Why Furio? I thought he was your best�� She began but Furio
cut across her, his eyes filling with that same deadly look the day he had shot
that assassin. �No!� he said harshly, �What I tell you about questioning me,
Aria? Not ask me anything, just say you understand.� His hand shot out and
grabbed her by the jaw, not in anger but imploringly, his eyes willing her to
understand to just simply comply so he could protect them both.
�Ok.�
She barely whispered. �Ok, I understand.� She said to calm him down. He pulled
her close a moment and gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head. �You indeed
so beautiful, I take care of you, I promise.� He said in a gentle tone now.
Furio
hunkered down by the wall near the front door and simply sank down his hand
gripping the gun, his head resting on his knees. He didn�t want to be harsh
with Aria, but there was so much he could not tell her. She would never
understand and even more important she needed to play her part in this. He was
only going to get one chance at this and he knew he had to do it right or things
would go badly very quickly. His mood grew darker by the moment as his own soul
felt torn and shattered within.
Furio had no idea how long he had simply sat
there, on guard but resting himself for what he knew was to come. His mind had
simply run through plan after plan, plot after plot as he allowed himself to go
into an almost half state of wakefulness and a light rest. He was so tired,
dismembering and burying those two bodies in the pouring rain had drained him
physically and mentally, worse they had died before he could have gotten any
information from them. He had gotten lucky and shot them both first, but as he
was in a gunfire fight with the second, the first man he had only wounded had
managed to get to the house and had almost killed Aria. The thought still shook
him to his core, yes the Camorra here was far more deadly, dangerous and
determined than the arrogant gangsters in America.

�Furio,� Aria�s soft voice instantly snapped him awake, �I see Malco
pulling up.�
�Is he
alone? Is anyone else in the car?� Furio asked in a low voice. �No. Just him by himself.� Aria assured him.
�Thank God,� Furio�s mind dared to
breathe a quick sigh of relief; this might work out after all. He stood up
quickly and silently to his feet, pressed up against the wall where the door
would open, his gun drawn and ready. He knew he would have only one momentary second
of advantage, after that� There was footsteps on the porch and knocking on the
door. Aria stepped over to the door and glanced once briefly at Furio who just
held his finger to his lips in a sign of silence and tried to communicate with
his eyes what they had discussed earlier.

He saw Aria open the door with a
smile on her face, �Ciao Malco!� she smiled and stepped back to let him in. �Aria! Ciao, come stai oggi?" Malco�s voice
responded, but he didn�t sound as exuberant as he normally did. In fact he
sounded a bit hesitant to Furio�s ears.
As
soon as Furio sensed the man�s body crossing the threshold Furio slammed the
door with a violent fury into him. The move stunned Malco for the briefest of
seconds, enough for Furio to aim at the man�s leg and shoot him. With a screech
of pain Malco went down as he instinctively reached behind him for his own gun.
Furio went to shoot Malco�s other leg but Malco was no inexperienced thug, like
Furio he was a deadly assassin and enforcer, the two men knew well every trick,
every move, and every street fighting skill in the book. His good leg shot out
and caught Furio in his leg knocking him back momentarily. Even though Furio
was taller and a good 60 lbs heavier than Malco, the wiry and deadly man had
speed and agility on his side, he also was not exhausted.

�What are you doing?� Malco screamed at Furio as he rolled to the side
as another bullet tore into the wooden floor near him. �Are you fucking crazy?�
With the strength of adrenaline and fear fueling him on Malco launched himself
at Furio, despite being shot in the leg. They grappled briefly as both men
tried to wrestle the other man�s gun away and shoot the other.

�It was you!� Furio hissed with anger and vendetta in his own veins as
he managed with a quick move to grab Malco�s gun and shoot him in the other
leg. �No one else knew I was here, no one else knew I was in town! Who did you
sell out to?�

�AHHHH!!!� Malco screamed in pain, �Furio, I didn�t sell you out to
anyone!� the man panted in tortured agony as he writhed on the ground. His legs
useless now, he tried to roll near the table, anywhere where Furio couldn�t
shoot at him. But Furio had information he needed to get from the man.

Furio tossed both guns into the
far corner out of reach and now dropped down onto of Malco, his fist crashing
into the smaller man�s face with unbridled vengeance. A spray of blood and
teeth flew out of the man�s mouth as Furio unleashed his anger on him. �Do,
not, lie, to, me!!!� Furio punctuated each of the words with cruel blows to the
man�s head.

Malco had managed through the
haze of pain to try one last desperate attempt, his hand closed around his
switchblade deep in his pocket. Since Furio was half atop his chest, the larger
man was not aware of the move.

�Furio look out!� Aria�s voice screamed in terrified panic. It was
enough to make Furio move at the last second avoiding a lethal stab wound to
his neck. Instead the blade sank deep to its hilt into his shoulder joint.
With a
growl of pain and rage Furio now swung himself fully onto Malco sitting on his
chest, and pinning the smaller man�s arms under his legs as he grabbed the
man�s head and slammed it repeatedly into the wooden floor, dazing him. �Tell
me why, you owe me that!� Furio screamed in anger and pain atop his friend.

Knowing he was going to die now, Malco looked up into Furio�s face,
blood flowing from his nose, mouth and even his ears. �Don�t you see my
brother, I had to.� He struggled for breath, �Tony had already contacted Don
Zio�s daughter, Annalisa, at least one attempt had to be made or the bitch
would not have stopped��

�Bullshit!� Furio interrupted him as tightened up on the man below him
more. �Why you? Why you Malco? The one person I trusted!� The answer dawned on
Furio then with a cold and cruel certainty, �Oh Malco�� Furio�s voice dropped
to a wounded tone, �When did you sell out to her, when did you become Annalisa�s
consort and lover?�

�Two years ago,� Malco managed a half crazed grin, despite half his
teeth being knocked out. �You know what this life is my old friend, you would
have done the same thing!�

Now a look of pure malevolence crossed Furio�s face, a look so cold,
cruel and lifeless that the grin vanished from Malco�s face. �You are so very
wrong there, my enemy. I would have not
done the same.� Furio hissed, �I would have not betrayed my best friend, not
for a whore like Annalisa Vittorio!� And then Furio grabbed the man�s neck and
with rage burning through him he strangled and wrung the neck of his best
friend.

Below him Malco thrashed in vain as his eyes bugged out, his face
growing purpler by the second. His feet drummed and thrashed a death tempo on
the wooden floor beneath them as the seconds and minutes ticked by with the
cruel finality of Furio�s anger and heartbreak. Finally Malco grew still and
unmoving, his eyes rolled back in his sockets, the blood ceasing to flow from
him. With a ragged sigh of pain and exhaustion Furio staggered to his feet,
retrieved his gun and then walked back to Malco�s corpse. He aimed the gun into
the eye socket and shot him, a �message job� that meant he was watching
Annalisa Vittorio and knew she was behind the assassination attempts on him. He
had one more gruesome message to do to the corpse, but he would not do it here
in front of Aria. Furio swung around
suddenly, Aria! Was she Ok?
Aria
had been stunned beyond anything she thought she could feel. What had gotten
into Furio? She had opened the door and then Furio had gone mad and attacked
his best friend. She had understood nothing of what had been shouted in Italian
back and forth between them, but it was the look in Furio�s eyes more than
anything else that had terrified her. His face had held such contemptuous rage
and hatred of Malco that it had chilled her to her very soul. Her mind spun in
dark spirals of confusion as he began walking towards her, the knife still
obscenely jammed deep in his shoulder joint. She had called out the warning
without even thinking of it, after all she had just given the man her body,
soul and heart earlier that afternoon in their embrace of passionate
lovemaking, but this Furio, this cruel killer, she didn�t know him and he
terrified her.

Furio glanced at the knife in
his shoulder a moment, his breathing still hard and ragged. With a cold
determination and grimace he grabbed it and pulled it out roughly from his
shoulder flinging it on the ground. His world spun in blinding pain a moment,
but even worse was the look in Aria�s eyes. She was looking at him with a
mixture of fear, revulsion and loathing. �Listen to me,� he panted half in
pain, his mind and heart still distraught over his best friends betrayal of
him, and knowing he would have to move him and Aria out of here now. �We need
to go now, we use Malco�s car��
But
Aria was backing away from him, �Stay back, what is wrong with you? You�re
crazy!� she was trembling in fear, her eyes casting around for a weapon, anything.
Furio
shook his head a moment, he could not believe all this was crashing down on him
now, was he never going to get any peace? �Aria, stop�� he tried to talk; his
body was so exhausted, his shoulder throbbing in new levels of pain that matched
the cracking of his soul. �Let me explain.� He moved to cut her off from going
for the gun or switchblade he had thrown on the floor. Was she actually
debating on using a weapon on him? Had they not connected in heart and soul
over the last few days? Was she going to betray him too?

�No, stay away from me, please!� she whimpered in terror still trying to
back away moving near the couch, but Furio was on her too fast. With a grunt of
anger he knocked her back on the couch and now and sat on her stomach.

�Don�t you dare!� he growled almost
as angry as he had been with Malco, �Don�t you dare fear me!� he grabbed her
wrists and pinned them down, her body trying to writhe weakly beneath him. She
was going no where. �You want to be mad at me, fine! But you not fear me. Have
I ever hurt you? Have I ever!?! Always I have taken care of you!!� he screamed
now. He swore under his breath in Italian and bore down on her, holding her
even more firmly as tears flowed out her eyes. �Listen to me!� he panted, �It
was Malco behind the gunmen the other night. He, how you say, venduto, betrayed me...� Furio could
feel the hot blood from his shoulder seeping down his skin making his clothing
stick to him with an uncomfortable stickiness. �Don�t you understand? He gave
me up to Annalisa Vittorio; I had to do what I did. He was never our friend; I
thought he was but...� Furio released her wrists and sat back on her a moment,
his hand gripping his shoulder, he could feel himself lightheaded wanting to
pass out. �I-I had to wait until he came here to know for certain, we could not
use the car he gave us because it could have been planted with a bomb by the
two men before they attacked us��

Furio was swaying atop her now, with a grunt of anguish he pushed off
her and went to go sit down on one of the chairs to get his wits about him, to
get control of himself. His world seemed to tunnel for a moment and he could
feel his own anger with himself as he coherently thought �I don�t have time to be passing out now, goddamn it!� With a
distant thud he felt himself hit the table and then the floor. His mind dreamed
then, warm sweet dreams of him and Malco as young children running through the
streets of Napoli�

She was sitting in a ball on the couch, the tears still flowing down her
face. She knew she could escape now if she wanted to, could run away, could
even take a gun and kill Furio Giunta. Be totally free of him forever, but she
could not, her heart wavered in anguish and she remembered his words he had
screamed at her moments ago� �Have I ever
hurt you? Have I ever!!!� No he never had purposely harmed her, never
struck her, beaten her, or abused her. He had always tried to take care of her,
always tried to protect her.

Gingerly she walked over to Furio�s fallen figure, and sat next to him
gently stroking his head. She glanced one last time at the door and knew then
that she would not run away from him, she could not. His words had been so
accurately right, she was in danger in the states from Tony Soprano�s crew, and
she was in danger here from this Annalisa Vittorio woman, whoever she was. She
could not desert Furio now, could not run away from him after all he had done
to only help her, and even worse, her own heart was filled with only longing
and love for him, regardless if he was some kind of Camorra criminal.
�I�m
sorry Furio,� she lay against his unconscious form a moment, �I�m so sorry I
doubted you.� She sniffed back her tears and stroked the handsome face. She
felt the hot stickiness of the blood beneath his shirt which now was staining
her hands. �Shit,� she muttered and quickly undid his shirt revealing the deep
angry puncture wound on his shoulder. �I�m going to get something to bind that,
I�ll be back.� She spoke to him and then limping off the best she could without
her cane she grabbed some bed sheets and the fallen switchblade and began
tearing up strips from the sheets. By the time she had several long lengths she
could see he was fighting to come around, she crawled back over to him and half
pulled his head into her lap. �It�s Ok, Furio, I�m here.� She leaned over and
kissed his pale and sweaty forehead. She began quickly binding his shoulder the
best she could, thankfully it wasn�t bleeding as though an artery had been hit,
but it was a deep angry wound, the kind that could get infected badly.

He was coming around even more,
his lips moving and speaking in Italian. One hand shot out suddenly and grabbed
her wrist harshly, his eyes opening and fastening on her with the look of a
cruel bird of prey. He blinked and then recognized her and immediately his look
turned soothing and he relaxed. He tried to lightly brush her off, to bind his
own wound but she said �Lay back and let me help you Furio.� She kissed him
gently, �I know you want to do everything yourself, but you have trusted me,
haven�t you?�

He froze at her words his eyes looking warily into hers, �Yes.� He said
calmly. �I thought maybe you would run away while I was knocked out.� He said
with an eerie detachment in his voice. �Is what you want to do, no?�

�Furio,� she paused again, her eyes looking deeply into his, �Forgive
me. I am sorry I didn�t trust you. You
were right, you have never harmed me, and I know you wouldn�t.� she added as
she continued to bind up his shoulder to stop the bleeding, �I was just taken
aback with what happened with Malco, I was not expecting it. I know you�re a
stubborn, secretive and prideful Italian male, but I wish,� she finished tying
up the ends of the cloth, satisfied with temporary splint and bandage around his
shoulder, �I wish you would trust me just a little bit more. We need to be a
team, a team yes?� she looked at him and caressed his cheek a moment and then
with careful remembrance she said, �Ti
amo, it means I love you.� She smiled at him warmly, her eyes letting him
see fully into her soul. �Ti amo,
Furio Giunta.�

�Ti amo mi moglie,� he said
and pulled himself up to a sitting position, �moglie, it means, wife.� He said and his hand came up and caressed
her lips gently.

�How do you say, husband?� she asked with a soft gentle curiousness.

�Marito, husband.� He said as
he looked with his grey eyes deeply into her green ones.

A smile formed on her lips and she said, �Ti amo mi marito.� She had spoken one whole brief sentence to him
in Italian and the way his eyes lit up warmed her soul like a bonfire. She saw
something deep in his eyes she had not seen before now, a look of truly and
completely trusting in her. A true partner.

He pulled her into his embrace and held her with strength that surprised
her after his recent fight and injury. Rocking them both gently he said, �Yes,
Ok. I work as team with you. I trust you Aria.� He cupped her face and pulled
her into him kissing her deeply and passionately on her lips. �We need to go
now, we really do.� He reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, he would have
liked nothing better than making love to her once again, but they had to be
going. �Malco�s car will be safe, we load up very fast what we can in it and
get out of here.�
This
time without hesitation she nodded her understanding and handed him the two
guns and switchblade. He handed one of the guns back to her; �You hold this one
for now, eh?� he winked. He showed her where the safety was on it and helped
her get a quick feel for it then scrambled back up to his feet. �Listen, Aria.
There is another, how you say, message I must leave on�� he pointed to the dead
corpse of Malco, �I rather you not see it, not nice message, eh? You wait
outside while I do it.�

�Ok.� She nodded as he helped her to her feet and together they took out
the two suitcases to Malco�s Mercedes, a sporty but elegant car. �Stay in car
until I come back out.� He nodded to her and then jogged back into the small
shanty, as alert as a guard dog.

Furio walked over to Malco�s body and first dug around in the man�s
pockets for the keys to the Mercedes, then using the switchblade quickly cut
through the man�s pants to his genitals. With a cruel expertise he cut off the
mans penis and balls and shoved them into his open mouth. It was an
unmistakable sign in his criminal Camorrista
circles of Malco being a rat and traitor even to his own famiglia members, and also a sign that Furio was now fully aware of
the Vittorio famiglia�s treachery to
him and that more people would pay someday. He then washed up briefly in the
small sink and grabbed the wine from the counter and stalked back out. He slid
in behind the wheel and passed the wine bottle to Aria.

�Now where to?� she asked as the dark night fell over them, the ocean
growling its primal song in the distance.

�I know a place, not near ocean, but up in the mountains near Capua,
then in a few weeks we can maybe move to Gaeta near the ocean again or maybe
even somewhere else, wherever you want.� He smiled lightly trying to put her at
ease. �Now rest, we have long drive and I we want to get out of here fast.� he
threw the car into gear and they sped off to the west to the foothills near Mt.
Vesuvius.
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