Free Sleeping With The Enemy by M.N Providence

when they noticed in the rearview mirrors that Cambiaso’s van as
well as the Navigator were following steadfastly behind them.
    Both the van and
the Navigator came in line with Imposimato’s van, flanking it. The Navigator’s passenger’s
window slid down and a gun coughed out bullets. Rosina ducked quickly at the
sound of the gunshots, but Imposimato remained sitting still, unconcerned with
the gunfire.
    Rosina stared at
him in shock.
    He smiled at her
and explained. ‘The van’s body’s bulletproof. Sometimes I forget too.’
    Cambiaso’s men
realized this too and they stopped firing.
    The three cars approached
an overpass. Imposimato stepped on the gas and sped the Vito forward, leaving
the two other cars behind. When he reached the overpass he did a hair-raising
turn in the middle of the road, turning the van in a half-circle that left the
Vito’s right side facing the oncoming two cars of his pursuers.
    Cambiaso and the
other driver noticed too late what Imposimato was doing and they both
simultaneously tried to swerve from hitting the van. The Navigator was the more
successful of the two vehicles. It managed to dodge hitting Imposimato’s van
but succeeded in slamming into the protective roadside rail. It leapt into the air
on impact and did a downward spiral to the road below. The car spun and
nosedived relentlessly to the underpass. It dropped hard onto the heavy tarmac
with its nose and immediately burst into a raging inferno of flames, causing
oncoming traffic to screech to a frantic halt.
    Meanwhile, on
the overpass, Cambiaso caught a glimpse of Imposimato and Rosina on top of a
motorbike that shot out of the back of the Vito moments before his own van crashed
headlong into the other’s side.
    There was no
explosion. Just the explosive sound of the airbags as they sprang into action. And
the sound of crashing metal.
    Imposimato and
Rosina rode away without bothering to look back.

Fifteen
     
    They got to the
house in silence.
    As soon as they arrived
at the house he went straight to the fridge to get himself some water to drink.
He stared at her and questioned her with genuine concern on his face. ‘What was
that?’
    ‘I do not know
what got into Lucas Cambiaso.’
    Imposimato was
visibly shocked. ‘You know him?’
    She cast her
eyes down in embarrassment, and then looked up at him with a miserable face. ‘I
was married to him.’
    ‘Jesus!’ It escaped
voluntarily from his lips and he placed the glass of water down and covered his
face in his hands.
    Rosina stared back
at him silently.
    ‘You were
married to a man who just tried to kidnap you?’
    ‘He’s a
dangerous and ruthless man. When I divorced him he promised not to come close
to me as long as I didn’t reveal the truth about him being the Mob.’ She began
to pace about and fiddled nervously with her hands. ‘I don’t know what got into
him.’
    He stared
fixedly at her. ‘The rules have changed.’
    She stared back at
him silently.
    ‘Come here.’
    She went forward
to him. He took her in his arms and embraced her in a firm hug for a long
moment. He kissed her forehead and then unexpectedly scooped her up in his arms
and walked with her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and then got on
all fours above her body. ‘I want to make love to you.’
    ‘No,’ she said
quietly. ‘Hold me. Hold me close. And let’s let our hearts dance together to
the music of our souls.’
    He lay down next
to her and pulled her into his arms in an affectionate embrace.
     
    * *
* * *

Imposimato awakened
in the middle of the night with a full bladder. He slipped out of bed and went
to relieve himself in the bathroom. He was still half-sleep as he emerged out
of the room, but even in that condition he had a sudden premonition that an
intruder was in the house, but the feeling had not fully registered itself in
his psyche when he was struck a heavy blow at the back of the head with
something that felt like a four-pounds