The Runaway
Chapter VI
Hey, you up?
This Chapter will have corse language and violent scenes.
The conversation with John remained friendly, until Dimitri arrived. The frequent shots of whiskey bought by a calm looking Sonny, has brought the intoxicated man close to unconsciousness. He pays no attention to Dimitri talking to Sonny.
“The bartender is keeping him happy for me.” Meanwhile. Sonny flashes a smile.
“So, Sonny boy, this fat bastard is the one you told me about?”
“Yes, I don’t want to see him anymore.” A stern look takes the boy’s expression.
“My boy, you mean forever or just till he gets out of the hospital?”
“D, he knows what we are. Just damage him a bit, end it with the usual threats and some broken fingers. He won’t go to the cops. Get the prick on a train to wherever.” The young man takes a long look at John. The overweight figure mumbling incoherently appears to be seconds from falling off the barstool. “Ask him if he’s right or left handed.” Dimitri smiles at the question. It means fingers on that hand will be broken.
Sonny smacks John on the back. “Johnny boy, your taxi is here. It’ll take you to that whore.”
As Dimitri helps him to stand, John’s bobbing head stops long enough to force out a few words. “You are the best. Sonny, I’ll never forget you.” Spit flies from his mouth.
In a lower voice, the broad shouldered Russian asks Sonny a question. “You going home now?”
“Yeah, but I got do some thinking.”
As Sonny walks in a leisurely manner toward the parking lot with thoughts zooming in his brain, an intense conversation takes place in “Mom’s” kitchen.
“Mom, please, I love him. I love him.” A tearful and pleading Melanie stops for a breath.
“Sweetheart, you can stay here forever. I love having your here. My two granddaughters are too young or too old. They have no time for an old women.” A large hand dwarfs, Melanie’s. “But, you and Santino? It’ won’t end well.”
“Mom, Please?”
“Shh, girl.” Daria sucks her teeth. “I know it hurts to hear, but,” Mom lifts her chin. “He will want a family. Not some adopted kids from whatever country is selling them.”
“But, I love him. He saved me.” Melanie bites a lower lip. “Then, he,” she is interrupted.
Daria’s words have a sarcastic tone. “He loves me, I know it. Mom, he treats me like no one ever.” The older woman sits with a stern expression as if disgusted. “I’ve heard this before. My oldest daughter found a man. Wait,” a massive palm flashes in front of the distraught girl’s face. “I know my baby, Santino appears good and nice. But, he is a man. Men don’t mean it but they hurt women everyday. Even the best of them, my Yuri.” She makes the Sign of the Cross in the Russian Orthodox style, “may he rest in peace. My sweet, Svetlana come America first. She smart, university student. Come on program.” A tear emerges on the woman’s eyelid. “My daughter meets a man. Not a Russian. Someone from other state.” Daria takes a deep breath. “We come America. She druggie. Prostitute for money.” She makes a fist. “Bastard leave her penniless and druggie.” Another sigh. “My Yuri found him. Cut bastard’s throat.”
Melanie sits with an open mouth.
“That’s how this all started. My Yuri started small, now big organization. But, listen, Santino has money. He can buy any type baby you want.” She continues with lips receding. “You want different colors like Hollywood does? My Santino can do it.”
“So,” Melanie again cannot finish.
“So nothing, girl. he’ll want one from his dick. You understand?” Daria leaves the metal chair and walks over to Melanie. “I love you. I will treat you like a dear granddaughter. I want you here always.” The woman hears the alarm go off for the Medovic in the oven. “Baby, I’ll teach you how to make this. It’s honey cake. Santino loves. it.
“Mom, your husband killed him?”
“Don’t be dumb, girl. Ever wonder why, we take in street thug and treat him as family?” Melanie realizes the next sentence concerns the love of her life. “He killed someone that was gonna kill my Nicolai.” She takes a breath. “He fifteen. Nicolai told me, he use knife. No emotion at all he showed.”
Excusing herself from the table, the girl leaves for her bedroom. Daria thinks, Melanie wants to be in private to grieve over the life presented to her. However, Melanie’s mind has been made up.
If, I can’t be with him. Murderer or not, then, I can’t live here. I’ll just sneak out and board a train to anywhere. She approaches her bedroom and makes one last observation.
“Mom,” Melanie looks downstairs. “I know you love me and I do you, but you can go to Hell if you think I can be in the same house as him.”
An Abandoned Lot on the EastSide of Manhattan.
Dimitri has parked the Mercedes in a secluded area. He goes to the trunk to get a rubber hose. It will be needed for John’s message from Santino. As he does the supposed unconscious drunk lifts his head with a broad smile on his expression. Reaching toward his ankle, he pulls a snub nose .38 caliber from a black holster.
“I can out drink any fuckin’ foreigner. If that punk kid thinks, I’m leaving without my little whore? He’s crazy.”
“Hey, you up?” D. asks. Then, there is a loud explosion echoing through the Lot.
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- Well, I guess you’ll be glad to know that the next chapter will be the finale. Questions will be answered.
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- Allaboutlove…aka Poem.
