Rebel

Chapter 7

REBEL

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Jason Smith walked down his street, heading to his home, simultaneously taking a swig of the alcohol. He staggered, bumping into several street lights as he did so...

" Marco Giovanni" he called for the umpteenth time before letting out a devilish laugh...

" I must see to your downfall" he stated, gulping down more alcohol. He continued down the road, slumping uncontrollably.

A vehicle sped up to his direction and stopped right beside him. A man of average height alighted and approached Jason..

" Get into the vehicle right now" he ordered in an authoritative voice.

Jason scoffed in disbelief.

" Get the hell outta my way" Jason bawled angrily

" I will not repeat myself after this Jason. Get into the car this instant"

Jason laughed unhysterically....

" Who the hell do you think you are? What or Who gave you the temerity to order me around!!"

" You really need to understand me Nichole. I'm doing this for your good. You can't go around the street in this drunken state. I'm helping you learn".

" I don't need your goddamn help. If you can't help me get to Giovanni then go to hell..."

" It's not so easy to deal with him as you think brother"

" I Know he's difficult but I'm gonna break him, if it'll cost me my last drop of blood, I'll happily do that"

" Think Nichole... Think!!! He's got men everywhere.... Some day, some how, he'll find out about you and you know what's next"

" If you think these petty talks will convince me, you are very wrong brother.... I won't give up, not until I ruin him"

" Okay.... Fine. At least, get in the car. Let me take you home"

Following a lot of persuasion from Derek, Jason Smith hopped into the car. He downed the bottle's content and started to sob. He made a vow in his mind yet again. he'll never let Giovanni off the hook easily.

Derek continued to check on his brother through the rear view mirror. His eyes also filed with unshed tears. He understands how Nichole feels but as for now, it's better they lay low.

The sobbing got harder and Derek had to say something.

" Nichole, crying really won't solve this. I'm really sorry for everything That's happened"

" No you're not. If you are. You'll feel the same way"

" Believe me Nichole, I am.

" You know.... Brother, sometimes I can't help my self but think you are only being lenient towards him because he was once your best friend"

" Shut the hell up Nichole."

" I won't!!! Till you come back to your senses"

" Really? Nichole... Arguing with you right now is pointless"

Derek finally reached his brother's one room apartment. He dropped him off and drove back home. He reaches for his phone and placed a call to his mum.

" Hey mum"

" How's he. Driven him home?"

" He's alright mum. I dropped him off already"

Derek could hear his mom inhale sharply and he knew what she was thinking at that moment...

" Don't get so worked up mum. I promise to talk to him when he's calm enough to listen to me"

" He's doing the right thing Derek. He's only going about it the wrong way. Implore him to leave it to the police to handle."

" Okay mum. I'll do that"

He eventually ended the call after doing a lot of consolation to his mum also. He's also never going to forgive Marco Giovanni, for putting his family through all of these shit.

* MARCO'S MANSION *

Crystal and her husband laid on a small mat in the garden, staring up at the sky and enjoying it's beauty.

" So who is the New Gardener?"

" A young man who goes by the name Pietro" Marco replied stiffly.

" Pietro?" Crystal repeated, the name sounding very familiar to her.

" Yes. He's Italian too... I'm sure he'll be good for the job. Lest I forget, how's Anna?"

" She's alright"

" How is she coping with her husband's death? Last time I called she didn't want to talk to me"

" She's still grieving. I'm not sure she'll get over him fast though.. they loved each other so much..."

" You should probably visit her some day. I'll send the guards to accompany you" Marco suggested

" Really? Thank you so much"

" You are always welcome darling. How about we have a little drink"

Crystal tilted her head to the side.

" No... There's no way I'm taking that" she objected

" Taking what?"

" Alcohol"

" Neither am I offering you one. I was talking about some fruit juice"

" Ugh... You should have specified" Crystal giggled

" Yeah.. my bad"

Marco motioned for the maid standing close to them

" Get us some fruit juice" he asserted. She nodded and left his presence quickly.

" I'm going to see a doctor tomorrow" Marco informed his wife...

" A doctor for what?"

" I'm hoping to find a solution to my organ. I feel so bad for treating you this way. I really want to do something"

" You don't have to get so bothered honey. We both know you've done your possible best"

" Nooo... I should try more. It hurts me whenever I remember my incapability to make love to you. You can't have babies because of me too" he croaked, balling his hands into fists.

Crystal placed her hands on her husband's fists..

" Being a virgin for the rest of my life isn't a bad idea" she soothed.

" No... I'm afraid.. someday, the urge might get so intense that you wouldn't be able to hold back... I don't want you to cheat on me either.

" Remember our vows? For better, for worse... I'll go through thick and thin with you.... Moreover, I'm getting an adopted son soon"

" Yeah.... I've started making preparations"

" Thank you"

The maid came to view and served both of them with the juice.

After taking just a gulp, Crystal felt her self the walls tighten around her. Her vision got blurry.. she lost Track of time and succumbed to the darkness that engulfed her...

As soon as Marco discovered his wife is fast asleep, he carried her into the bedroom, another experience yet to come.