The Mafia Trilogy (4 page)

Take that.

The line moved. People ahead removed their shoes, pulled off belts, and took laptops out of their carry-ons. It would be their turn soon.

Darwin took a final look over his shoulder and studied the faces of everyone he could see. Nonchalant, bored, tired and impatient faces looked back. No one stared in anger. No one aimed ill intent at him. At least not as far as he could see.

Bringing Rosina to the airport was the smartest thing he could’ve done. Sure, they’d know where he was. But it’d be difficult for them to find him. It’d take time. If his plan worked out, at least Rosina would be safe.

After what happened on the highway and the attempts on his life in Rome, he had to make her safety a priority, and he was going to do just that.

It was their turn now. Darwin watched as the woman ahead of him took off at least ten pieces of jewelry. Then she undid her earrings, took off her boots and started working on her pockets.

He couldn’t believe it. If you knew you were coming to the airport and you knew security would require you remove all that junk, why would you cover yourself in jewelry and fill your pockets before coming?

After a moment, she turned back and whispered an apology to Rosina. The woman didn’t look at Darwin. The scowl on his face would have unnecessarily upset her. He was tired of people at that moment. People walking all over others, doing things their way, imposing.

Those men on the highway, and the organization they belonged to, were trying to kill him. They would kill more than just him if they achieved their goal. They’d kill a lovely marriage and break the heart of a wonderful woman.

It was time to get angry. It was time to deal with the issue at hand. In fact, it was past due. He’d let things go on too long.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Rosina asked.

Darwin snapped out of his reverie. “What? Doing what?”

“This. Flying to Greece. Maybe we should just go home to Toronto.”

“What? Why?”

She took off her shoes. Then she set them on the conveyer belt. “You haven’t been yourself lately. Even now, you’re pale, and at the same time, you look angry. I just don’t know that side of you.”

Darwin undid his belt and then set his backpack on the belt.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Is it the accident that has you rattled?”

The accident. That was no accident. They drove down that street and tried to hit us on purpose.

“Yeah, maybe that’s it. You almost got hit. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

A security guard gestured at Darwin. “Step forward.”

He didn’t like leaving Rosina with so many strangers so close to her, but he took a chance that no one would try anything in a crowded terminal with this much security.

He walked through the metal detector without incident. Rosina followed.

In silence, they got dressed and stepped away from the area.

“I guess, since you’re unclear on what’s bothering you, I’m starting to feel that it’s the marriage. Are you sure you didn’t rush this?”

Darwin stopped, grabbed both her shoulders and turned her to face him. “Don’t ever think that. This was my idea. I bought the tickets to Rome and drove to your job at Yonge and Bloor to pick you up. It was my idea to do it before anyone could stop us. I love you and will always love you. It’s an honor to be your husband. I can’t pinpoint anything in particular that’s bothering me, but maybe it’s just me formulating a new story idea. I have to always be thinking, formulating, ruminating. You know I write five to six novels a year and that’s been my secret to my success. This week off, to come here, doesn’t stop my brain. Okay?”

Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I hate myself for lying to you, but I have no choice. Your life hangs with this decision.

Rosina looked down and twiddled with her fingers. “I’m sorry, I just haven’t connected with you ever since the accident.” She looked back up at him and stared into his eyes.

The accident. The one where I ran a man down in the street and the police ruled it an accident. That one. The one which resulted in us running for our lives.

“I think that accident has affected you more than you know,” Rosina continued. “I think it’s killing you on the inside and you aren’t talking to me about it. I just want you to include me. I’m your wife now, that’s all. Don’t deny me.”

It’s not just killing me on the inside. Those men are trying to kill me on the outside too.

Darwin released her shoulders. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

Together they turned and started toward their gate.

“I’m right about what?”

Rosina looked so beautiful in that moment. With all that had been happening, he’d had a hard time enjoying himself. The whole time they walked the Coliseum, he’d been watching over his shoulder, wondering when a bullet would enter his head. They were almost run over by a car two streets from their hotel. A gun went off somewhere in the street and took a chunk of cement out of the wall by them as they left a pizzeria the night before. Two attempts on their life since they’d been in Rome wasn’t coincidence.

It was his idea to leave the hotel two days early. He had to get her out of there. His assailants had found them.

“You’re right. The accident has affected me.”

They reached their gate as the attendants prepared for boarding.

Rosina chose a seat in the lounge by the large windows so she could look at the planes. After Darwin sat, she said, “You have to remember it was deemed an accident after the re-constructionists did their magic. Besides, that guy was a criminal. You did the world a favor by running into him. Not just that, he fired a bullet at you. He could’ve killed you.”

Her voice had raised a little. Two women across the row of seats looked up at them.

“Keep your voice down,” Darwin said.

“Okay, I know, I’m sorry.”

“Sure, it was ruled an accident, but do you ever wonder, even if I’d aimed at that guy with the intent to kill him that it would’ve been classified an accident anyway?”

She frowned. “Why would you say something like that?”

“That man at the airport hangar in Toronto killed a lot of people. There were bodies littered all over that hangar. He was part of a group that did a lot of killing. When the cops saw that I’d mangled the guy with my Ford, they patted me on the shoulder, said I did a good thing and that’d I’d be taken care of. Well, I got taken care of all right. I got notoriety. My name was printed in the papers all over the world.” He lifted his hands to portray a marquee. “Darwin Athios Kostas, average Canadian guy, writer of novels, mafia killer.”

“Well, the notoriety sure helped sales of your books, didn’t it? The guy’s dead. He can’t come after you.”

But the family he was connected to can,
he almost said out loud.

Instead he nodded. “I know, you’re right. Also, I got those bikers to deal with.”

“Has anything new happened with them?”

“Ever since I did that part in my novel,
The Biker
, about their Port Dover adventures and Ride For Sight, and how bad I portrayed them, they’ve been out for blood. Richard H., at least what they call him, has contacted me three different times. You remember when we were having dinner at Red Lobster?”

Rosina nodded her head.

“He told me to take that stuff out of the book, or else. I said that I couldn’t because it was already selling on Amazon. It was too late. It was out there. And you remember what he said next.”

Rosina patted his leg. “I know, but they aren’t going to hurt you. If they were, they’d have done it already.”

“He said that I had to make good. This guy is scary. I mean, that’s fucked up.”

“I know.” Rosina started as the attendant announced the flight to Athens would commence boarding people with disabilities and children first.

“No one is celebrating a man’s death,” she said. “Just don’t let it kill you.”

I’m trying. Oh, how I’m trying. If you only knew.

“Look honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you wait here?”

“But, Darwin, they’re already boarding. Can’t it wait? Use the one on the plane.”

Darwin shook his head. “No, I hate how small and confined those toilets are. If I wait much longer I’ll piss in my shorts anyway. Boarding takes time too. I’ll be back in less than five.”

“Okay, but hurry,” she said.

Darwin got up and turned away, walked three steps, stopped and turned back. “I almost forgot. I’ve got something for you.”

“Can’t it wait? Go to the bathroom.”

“In light of what we just talked about, I’d like to give it to you now.”

The attendant announced the boarding of the back half of the plane.

“You’re running out of time.”

“I have at least ten minutes and I only need three,” he said as he pulled a white envelope out of his backpack.

“What’s this?” Rosina asked, a smile playing across her lips.

“It’s a surprise. Inside this envelope is everything you’ve been waiting for. But there’s a condition.”

Darwin started hopping from one foot to the other, implying his desire for a bathroom. What he was really doing was building the courage to do what had to be done.

“What’s the condition?”

“You cannot open it without me present.”

“That’s fine. Now hurry along. Go to the bathroom and come back. We’ll board the plane and I’ll open the envelope. Deal?”

“Sure,” Darwin said as he back stepped away. At ten paces, before he turned around and lost eye contact with her, he said, “Get on without me. I’ve got my boarding pass right here.” He slapped his back pocket. “Save me a seat. Keep it warm. I’ll be with you sooner than you think.”

Rosina stood up and grabbed his backpack. “Okay, but hurry. You have me seriously curious now.”

Darwin turned before he had a chance to cry and hurried away, wondering if he’d ever see his wife again.

Rosina lined up and edged closer to the attendants, one person at a time.

Why did he have to piss now? I hate boarding alone.

She got to the attendant and presented her passport and boarding pass. The attendant scanned her boarding pass and told her to have a nice flight.

“My husband is coming. He’s been delayed a few minutes, but he’s already through security. He still has time, right?”

The attendant looked at her watch. “Oh, yes. We start boarding early enough so that people like your husband can make it. He still has at least fifteen minutes.”

What a relief.

“
Okay, thank you. His name is Darwin Kostas.”

The attendant nodded and reached for the documents of the traveler standing behind Rosina.

She moved along the boarding ramp until she slowed behind people gathering near the plane. After a small wait at the plane’s door, two more attendants stood there to greet people. She showed her ticket and was told to go to her seat nine rows up. The aisle was jammed with people putting luggage above their seats. She politely waited and then squeezed by to take her seat.

Darwin would be coming at any moment. She couldn’t wait to see what was in the envelope. It was just like him. He’d been surprising her during their whole relationship, and this was just another surprise in a long line of them.

She sat there and tried, but couldn’t for the life of her, figure out what was in the envelope.

Rosina glanced around at all the people seated close by. Then she looked up the aisle. Darwin still hadn’t boarded. She lifted the envelope and tried to peek through it.

Damn!

It was one of those security types with the crisscrosses on the inside, obscuring anything legible on the paper inside.

Oh, Darwin, what have you gone and done?

She thought maybe it could be tickets for a cruise. Or perhaps tickets to the theatre or an opera. Maybe he was going to fly her to New York next so they could tour Broadway, or possibly Las Vegas for a little gambling.

The suspense was driving her nuts. But then, that was why Darwin did his surprises.

She flipped the envelope over and noticed that it actually wasn’t sealed. The lip was pushed in the back, like a birthday card.

That’s right. Darwin doesn’t lick envelopes.

Over the course of their relationship, Darwin had opened up to her about his phobias, of which he had a few. He was afraid of the dark, which many people are, but his was an actual phobia. He had an irrational fear of it, like the dark was a living thing. They always slept with lights on. He also had a fear of sharp or pointy things. He couldn’t get a needle at the doctor. He would get too angry. They had to put him out to administer a needle. It was that bad. At a restaurant, he’d only use spoons or plastic utensils to eat with. No fork, no knife. And he didn’t lick envelopes because the paper could cut him.