Zoey p. o. v
Here I am once again sitting in the living room and waiting for my so perfect husband to come back home. Two events are repeating their selves, one Marco leaving without telling me and secondly, he’s returning home late once again.
Such a lovely husband he is. I frown, my mind unsettled. Not knowing where he is, and how he’s doing is setting my mind uneasy.
I’ve tried reaching out to him via calling and texting, yet again he’s not responding to either of them. A simple text back to tell me he’s fine, will go a long way if setting my mind at rest.
The soft sound from my lap brought me out of my thoughts, it was Adriano, both of us has been waiting for Marco to come back. He was playing on my lap a while ago before falling asleep.
His face twisted as he broke into silent cries, I rock him to soothe him back to sleep. He might have had a bit of discomfort while asleep, probably a nightmare.
“Shhh.” I pat softly on his stomach, still rocking him. He quiet down after a while and went back to sleep.
“I most likely should take him to sleep properly.” I sighed, guess he has to see his dad tomorrow then. I sighed again, picking him up and rest his head on my shoulder.
My movements were light and slow as to not wake him up, I gently dropped him on his bed, tucking him in. He moved a little but sleep back. I stayed with him for a while to make sure he’s okay before going back to the sitting room, again.
My eyes moved to the clock on the wall, it’s past 10pm already, I wonder how much longer it will take Marco to come home. I missed him more than I’m angry with him right now, if this was, he’s aim to make me miss him instead of being angry with him, then he has done a good job.
I groan, settling myself once more on my previous seat, something or rather someone’s picture caught my eye. A familiar picture on the TV, I increase the volume of the TV as I had muted it earlier.
“…. 26th June 2024, on the Kingsway layout, one of the warehouses of the renounced Marco Alfonso property caught fire due to a bomb accident. It has been confirmed that those inside the warehouse were unable to make it out alive, as of the time of this report twenty-three deaths has been recorded including that of the gangster leader Marco Alfonso….” That was when my hearing went off.
Twenty-three deaths, including that of the gangster leader Marco Alfonso, it kept repeating in my head. The only sound I could hear is that of a sharp metal hitting the floor.
Death… Marco…. Including that of the gangster leader Marco Alfonso.
“No.” I brought my hands up, covering my ear to stop the sound from ringing.
My eyes fixed on the burnt building behind the journalist, it’s true that whoever is in that building wouldn’t make it alive. It was damaged, ruined beyond recognition.
“… Earlier, it was reported that the gangster leader was having a deal with the Russian….” I tone her off again.
My breaths were labored, my heart on my throat. I am scared, but of course, they must be mistaken Marco can’t die, especially not a fire accident.
I pick up my phone calling Marco, I know it’s look stupid call someone that might be dead. But I don’t fucking care, I know for sure Marco isn’t dead.
I groan when the call went to voicemail, redialing it again. This definitely can’t be true, by now I am pacing back and forth in the living room. When the call went to voicemail again, I lost every bit of composure in me.
“Marco.” I hissed, my hands shaking as I redialed it. “You can’t die on me Marco.” The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in.
I was hoping it was Marco sneaking.
“Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said.
I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat.
“Where’s Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn’t say anything.
His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions.
“Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.
I suck in harsh breath, I focus on keeping my breathing steady and slow.
“Take me there.” My throat tightened painfully, I was shivering.
” Donna, I can’t. Don wouldn’t want you…”
” I wasn’t asking.” I don’t have time for this chitchat, I need to get over there and see Marco. He better be out of his hiding spot before I get there, I Marco my way outside.
The guards outside stood still immediately I came out, some were directly watching me while some avoid eye contact. They seemed disorganized, obviously still in doubt whether to believe the news or not.
I ignore their stares, I jumped inside the car instantly and John zoomed off.