by Evie Adams
I packed a bag of clothes, tried to think what else I wanted or needed, but Tess was so close in New Jersey that I didn’t have to take everything. I could even sleep here and spend my days there, if I wanted. I would have to go back to work eventually, and this was where the work was, not in New Jersey. I grabbed my rolodex and laptop along with clothes, and looked around once more to think if I needed anything else. I always feel like I forget something when I leave a place.
I wanted a bath, really. I was packed and ready to go, but lord I wanted a bath. I ran the hot water- too hot, but just right, and undressed. The oils were there, and smelled stronger than I remembered. I added the lilac and it diffused through the whole room, and I could smell it in my bones, soothing me. Everything was going to be okay.
I dunked myself in the tub, the world melted away, sounds were muffled and distorted, I opened my eyes, and the world outside the tub was distorted, lengthened, softened. The world is easier to take in underwater, more peaceful, the edges are softened, and sounds are muffled and lengthened and garbled. Out there has no place in here. The thought of a baby being in me, underwater for 9 months, soothing and peaceful, then ripped out of its own bath to join the rest of us, struck me as a cruel thing to do. But a 9 month long bath could make all the rest of it easier to take. Whatever doubts I had were gone picturing a 9 month bath. I smiled and surfaced. But I should have stayed under.
I heard the locks to my door open with a sharp click, and an unfamiliar voice call out, "ANNA?"
I wanted to duck in again, or jump out and lock the bathroom door, but I froze. "Anna!" the voice cried out again, I imagined Marcus, but that was not his voice.
Tommy burst through the bathroom door and fell to his knees next to the tub, throwing his arms in and around me, hugging me. "Anna, you’re back and safe, I can't believe it." It looked like he was about to cry.
"Of course I am, didn't you get my note?"
"I did. I didn't believe it. You were kidnapped weren't you?'
The man can certainly ruin a good bath. "At first, but not really. Not after the first few weeks. How are you here? I was going to call you, but,” why was I explaining myself to him?
"Oh, I’m so glad you're safe. I called the police, but there wasn't much they were willing to do. Some lawyer in New Jersey was paying your rent and bills, but he wouldn't tell me anything.”
"How did you know I was here now?"
"I paid the doorman to call me if you or anyone else showed up. Do you need a doctor or anything? Psychologist? Police?"
"No, I'm fine." Annoyed, but fine. "Can I finish my bath and get dressed?”
"Of course, but we need to do something, who kidnapped you?”
"Nobody, let that go.”
"What do you mean let it go?”
"You've been abused and held captive, how are you not going to the police?”
"Because I'm not. Please leave."
"You're nuts. You enjoyed being . . .”
"Tommy, enough, please leave."
"You heard the lady, time to go."
It was Marcus, standing at the door, his eyes filled with fire.
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CHAPTER 24 - MARCUS
“There aren’t many things that make me more angry than another man looking at my woman naked, and refusing to leave while she's asking him to." I told him, "If you make this difficult there is no telling how badly it will end for you. The things I have been through to get to this room, you will not stop me now."
"Your woman?" Tommy asked, frightened.
"Yes, and she's carrying my child, and naked. You need to leave."
He looked back at Anna, but she was looking at me. "Is this true, him?" he asked her.
She paid no attention to him.
"It's true, all of it. If I have to ask you a third time, there won’t be a fourth time." He hesitated again, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out, his body went limp, I dragged him out the door and he tried to stand and swing at me, impotently, and I had enough. I threw him down against the door, hitting his head against it. He sat there and rubbed his head and looked up at me as I told him one more time, "Get up and open the door and don't ever come back. Leave the keys."
I turned my back on him and started to walk back towards the bathroom, I heard him stand up, "If I don't hear the keys fall to the floor and the door shut behind you, there will be trouble."
I waited a moment, then heard the jangle of keys and the door shut behind me. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. There she was, not covering up, not jumping out of the tub happy to see me, but not throwing the shampoo bottles at my head either, which I took for a good sign.
She scowled, "That was unnecessary."
"But effective, now we can be alone."
"I'd like to be alone."
"You can't be alone for the next 9 months anyways," her face changed, it was softer for moment, the she pulled it tight again, completely in control, my god she was sexy.
"What makes you think that?"
"Ten or so pregnancy tests in your hotel room."
"How did you. . ?" she began, but I interrupted her.
"I hate to explain myself, remember. It's my hotel. You may be in danger here, in the world, but you were in no danger in my hotel with my people watching. You were in more danger under my roof. That's why I sent you away, to get you out of immediate danger there. And the only way to get you to leave was to hurt you, to say those things I had always threatened to say. But they were simply not true. And now that you have my baby in your belly, I'll never let you go again."
"I'm not pregnant, those were Tess's tests."
"You're a poor liar. Yes, Tess is pregnant and you bought several tests for her. Then Tess went to buy 5 more, for you this time. All of them, all but 1 was positive."
"I haven't decided to keep it. I'm not sure a child of yours would be able to live a decent life, not with the business you're in."
"I'm not in any business anymore. I've turned it over to my Uncle Carmine. He was probably a better choice than me in the first place, but I wanted it, very badly, and I got it. But I realized there is something else I want more."
"What?"
"You to get out of that tub, slowly, while I watch."
"That's all?"
"For now."
"I still haven't heard an apology for saying those things."
"And you never will. Now, stand up. Slowly."
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EPILOGUE - MARCUS
This was all that I wanted- almost. But the family was in good hands with Uncle Carmine. He was loyal. He could be trusted. He proved it. And anyways, Gianni still reported to me, so did Paulo. I had my eyes and ears open, and waited.
There was enough to distract me with Anna and the baby. And I added to it by buying a farm in the Catskills, and an old bar/restaurant/ vaudeville club. The plan was to renovate it and open it back up, I needed something close by to run and escape to.
Family and friends kept coming round to see the baby and congratulate us. Most of these people I didn't trust being alone with the silverware, never mind be around my family. But I played the good host for as long as I could. It was something of a relief when Michael and Sara were able to come down and spend a few days with us. We took them to the place I had bought. Michael and I needed to talk anyways.
They brought gifts, clothes, college fund donations, and Sara cooed at the baby with Anna. Michael was more disinterested. Partly because of how much Sara was fawning over the baby, partly because of work, he had phone calls to take, to ignore, to return. He was distracted and busy, and I’m sure part of him didn't even want to be here.
"Want to see the bar?" I asked him. "It’s still a work in progress but you’re a man who can see potential."
"Gladly," he said warmly. I poured him a beer and we played pool, and his phone kept ringing, but he ignored it. Finally he was relaxed.<
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"Congratulations on the election, I know you're here to congratulate me, but I missed your triumph there." I told him as I poured a nice scotch for him.
"Yeah well, you on my arm may not have played well with the press anyways. Honestly, I'm a little worried just being here. I don't want to know about your business and the family and all of that, but it's just becoming a liability for me you know. For my political career. I'm just being honest here with you."
"I know, brother. But I'm out of it now. I've divested myself of that world, you don’t need to know, but Carmine has control now. And Sal is a pretty good second in command. I have my own family to worry about now, you know. Besides I'd rather be a liability to you in other ways."
He laughed at that, "How a liability? Are you going to bring back burlesque and make me shut you down?”
"Hopefully. I need the excitement of running a place like this. I may dabble in acquiring companies too, but this is good for now.”
"Excitement will be the death of you brother."
"I hope not.”
"Any companies in mind? I guess it may be a conflict for me, if you’re involved in any shady companies or ones that do business with the state, I’d have to make sure me and the Governor were far away from it."
"I have a few in mind, they might be shady, but none are involved with the state, at least not openly. Anyways I'm glad we have time to talk. We may not get to see each other very often what with our busy schedules."
"We're family, we'll make time for each other," he added quickly, and seemed earnest.
"Family by name and blood, but not family anymore."
"What?"
"The company I just purchased was a small one, MMM Inc. It was called."
His eyes widened.
"They have an interesting history, and I'm told, were a supporter of your campaign, though maybe not on the books."
"Marcus,"
I stopped him before he lied to me, "Shut up. I know it was you Michael. I know you and Jackie were working together. I don't know why but I know more than I want to know. More than you want me to know. You're dead to me now. I have no brother. Know that you had your chance and missed and now it's my turn. Know if anything should happen to the people I care about, it will go very bad for you and the people you care about. Now finish your fucking drink and we'll go upstairs and say our goodbyes. You have urgent business or something, and we will never see each other again hopefully. If we do, one of us will not walk away from that meeting. I have enough dirt on you to take down you and the governor now, but that’s safe, locked away, buried in the desert if you like to imagine it.”
He feared me, I could see it in his eyes, and the way he looked away, down at the ground, thinking of something to say. “Actually, finish that drink, that’s too good a scotch to pour out, and take your last shot, it looks like you're behind the eight ball."
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