Page 167 of Capuleto
I began to despair; maybe it was best to go back for the knife, but then a little voice, which I have no idea where it came from, urged me not to move.
"Wait and be ready, your moment is about to come."
Why did I listen? I don't know. I didn't move. I watched the fight as if it were a play, and when I saw Yuri stagger away, the voice returned.
"Your turn, don't fail us, he deserves it and so do you."
Was I going crazy? Maybe.
Yuri opened the door to Romeo's car and I smiled.
"I've got you now."
I pressed the buttons, moved the levers to adjust the load a bit, and released the cables.
I allowed myself a "see you later, Yuri" in pure Terminator style.
Killing someone had never brought me so much satisfaction.
69
Uncertain future
Ihad been hospitalized for three days.
Romeo and I were in different rooms, as Massimo had insisted that he didn't want his son and me sharing space until everything was clarified and he could talk to him. He must have thought I would get up at night and strangle him with the cable from the device monitoring my blood pressure.
I know my mother raised hell about it, though the capo didn't care much. It didn't matter that he had heard Andrey's version, Segarra's, and even Cheng's, who was recovering in the same hospital and barely made it.
The Chinese woman had survived by the skin of her teeth.
If she hadn't reached the phone and called 112 for help, she would be underground. Deep down, I was glad; in the days we spent together, we understood that we weren't so different, that our greatest sin was being born women in a world created for men, where we were denigrated by absurd laws.
A woman only needs a good reason to become the most destructive, vengeful, and bloodthirsty being to ever walk the Earth.
The police car siren we heard belonged to Segarra. After Romeo asked him for Yuri's location and offered him a lot for it, he wasn't at ease, sensing something very bad was happening and decided to come to lend a hand.
As soon as he made a visual inspection, he found Romeo. He was very badly injured, and Segarra improvised a compression bandage with his jacket while calling for a second ambulance, unaware of Cheng’s call.
Romeo was still conscious. I know the first thing he asked the cop was to find his wife before passing out.
So, when Segarra saw the twisted wreckage of R's car, after shouting my name several times and getting no response, he followed his intuition.
It wasn't hard for him to imagine I might be behind the cargo drop and climbed up to the cab. I was so weak that, even though I heard him calling, I couldn’t respond.
The hospital would need a good campaign to recruit blood donors after that night. With the transfusions they had to give the three of us, I'm convinced we depleted their reserves.
Until today, the doctor had forbidden visits. My blood pressure had spiked a bit, and I needed to stay calm.
I was pleased that the first ones permitted to come through the door were Andrey and Aleksa.
The latter was in a hospital wheelchair and the wonderful gown we all wore.
He looked a bit tense, uncomfortable when Andrey wheeled him closer and he locked his dark eyes on mine, somewhat embarrassed.
“How are you feeling?” was the question that broke the ice.
“I expected more from you than an elevator question,” I joked. He made an embarrassed face, and I didn't want to upset him too much. The fact that he had come to see me was already a big step. “Just kidding. Considering I could have died, I’m doing well. Especially now that I know the bastard who did this was my brother. And you?”