Strange Bedfellows: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 4

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DiSorrento and she was more than happy to share
     it with me. After that it was a quick stroll down a hallway on the left, three stories
     up the elevator, another long hallway on my right, a sharp turn left, and there it
     was. The door was cracked open slightly, so I figured that visitors must be allowed
     at the moment. I pulled the heavy gray door open a bit wider and slipped in through
     the opening only to be greeted with a confusing sight.
    Tony was there in the center of the room, in the hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts
     of machines and drips. His eyes were opened and he was propped up and looking well.
     He looked well enough to show surprise on his face when he saw me come into the room,
     anyway. In that instant I realized why Sal and Jackie had forbid me from seeing Tony
     while he was in the hospital. Seated next to his hospital bed was a tired looking
     woman, with long black hair. She looked to be a little older than me, probably closer
     to Tony’s age, and there were two young children seated next to her, a boy and a girl.
     This was Tony’s wife. These were his children. This was his family.
    My jaw dropped. At first the woman was confused, but her expression quickly boiled
     into one of anger.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” she started yelling, smacking her hand violently against the hospital
     bed which caused Tony to cringe in pain. “This must be one of your little hussies,
     I see.” She stood up from her seat and began pacing the room, each time coming a bit
     closer to me. I began backing out of the room.
    “I… I didn’t know, “ I said, holding my hands up.
    “You didn’t know. You didn’t know.” She looked back at Tony, waving her hands angrily.
     “She didn’t know, huh?” Then she turned her attention back to me. “How did you like
     the fancy dinners, honey? The jewelry? You must think I’m some kind of idiot. I know
     how it works. He takes you out to the fancy restaurants and showers you with money
     and in return you fuck him. You fuck him while I’m at home raising his kids. I know
     the score. I know how these things work. But you… showing your little hussy face here.
     You got some nerve, bitch.”
    The more she talked the angrier she became, and the angrier she became the more animated
     she became. I was terrified. I stumbled backwards out of the room, shut the door,
     and immediately began walking purposefully back towards the elevator, trying to hold
     back tears. I got instead and jammed down the button for the ground floor. When the
     elevator finally came to a rest at the bottom and the doors slid open, I was met with
     Sal’s imposing presence blocking the doorway. He just shook his head when he saw me.
    “I knew you’d come here,” he said, thrusting his hand out and placing it over the
     door slot so that they wouldn’t close on him. “You were a little bit quicker than
     me, though, I see.”
    “No shit,” I said, rubbing at my eyes with my sleeve.
    I continued walking out the elevator, pushing past him as I went, and walked briskly
     to the front doors of the hospital. He didn’t come after me. I guess he had failed
     at his task at this point anyway, so there was no sense in it now. It wasn’t until
     after I had stepped out into the light of day that I realized something was off. My
     purse! I know I had grabbed it on the way out the door, but I didn’t remember having
     it with me in the hospital. Did I lock it in the car? My keys were inside my purse.
     Shit. I crossed my fingers and hurried across the parking to where my car was. I tried
     the handle, but it was locked as I expected it to be. I put my face up close to the
     tinted windows and peered inside, cupping my hands around my eyes to block out the
     sunlight. There, sitting serenely on the passenger seat, was my purse. I leaned against
     the car and hung my head back, closing my eyes and wondering what else could possibly
     go wrong today.
    Sal, I thought. I started back across the hospital

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