The Godfather episode 16 – 17

🔞 THE
GODFATHER 🔞
( Bounded By Honour. . . )

CHAPTER 16&17: BLEEDING.

By; Holland Cisca.

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Vito and his men were all making merriment of their victory against Jonathan and his men that. But the secret of what happened, concerning Micheal sneaking out wasn’t known to him yet.

They were drinking and smoking and eating and more were served to them. The atmosphere of the room was polluted with the smell of whiskey and cigarettes. Vito lost appetite in eating, all he did is to smoke and drink.

Pablo excused himself to the operating room to see how tight the security was and if there was an intruder in the house. When he saw that every where was calm, he left the operating room, heading back to the dinning room.

On his way, he saw Anastasia walk into the sitting room, her hand on her w–st like she was forcing herself to walk. He thought maybe she was sick or some thing, so he watched her to see where she was going to.

Clarabelle saw Anastasia, noticing the way she was walking, she asked. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am.” Trying to act normal.

“Why are you walking like that? Did you injure yourself? ” She asked again.

” No, I didn’t. I’m. . .”

She cuts in sharply. “Are you having a menstrual cramp? Oh no, are you on your period?” Clarabelle asked without a pause.

“Clara?” She looked around. “Take it easy, some one might be listening. I’m okay.”

“You know, you don’t have to hide any thing from me. I have sanitary pads, I can lend you one if you want.” She said, lowering her voice.

“Clara, I’m not on my period and I am totally fine. I slipped off the stairs and I fell, that’s all.” She lied.

Clarabelle was about to believe her when she saw blood rolling down from her thighs.

“Oh my God, Ana, you’re bleeding.” She exclaimed, but quickly covered her mouth from s¢ræming out loud.

Ana looked down to her legs and behold, she was indeed bleeding. Fear gripped her heart, as she watched her blood rolling down as if she was undergoing a miscarriage.

Clarabelle grabbed her hand, taking her to a room and thankfully, no one was there.

“I’m gonna bleed to death, Clara, I’m gonna bleed to death.” She trembled, her legs shivering.

“Hey. Hey, don’t say that. You aren’t gonna die, no one is gonna die.”

“Clare I’m fu*king bleeding, doesn’t that mean any thing to you?”

“Okay. You stay here, while I go get you some thing to put on. If any one else calls your name, don’t talk, don’t answer. You only answer to my voice, okay?” Anastasia nodded her head. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Pablo stood by the door, he has been listening to their conversation from the start. He hid by a corner when he heard Clarabelle’s footsteps approaching the door.

He waited for her to leave the room before he walks in. Anastasia was shocked to see him standing by the door, he was glaring at her and she couldn’t do any thing to hide herself and her rolling blood.

She was ashamed, noticing his eyes were on her legs. “You shouldn’t be here.” She said.

“I am now.” He said, reluctantly.

“Don’t ask me what happened, I’m pretty sure you heard it all.”

“I only heard you fell off the stairs which I totally doubt. He did this to you, didn’t he?” He asked.

Anastasia scoffed. “Michael was out just like every one else, he hasn’t touch me since the misunderstanding between the both of you.”

“You wanna cover his sins?”

“I am not covering any one, I’m only telling you the simple truth, Micheal has nothing to do with this. I fell off the stairs, that’s all.”

“Do you. . .”

“I fell, so yes it hurts.” She cuts in, sounding a bit rude.

She didn’t want to hide the truth from him but she has to. Not just for her safety, but for the sake of not creating another misunderstanding between the two brothers.

But the way he was looking at her made her almost tell him the truth. She doesn’t know why she was feeling this way towards him. She wants to hate him, she really do but. . . it’s just so difficult for her to.

“Ana, let me help you.” He pleaded in a calm and soft tone.

“Even if I want your help, you’re gonna cause trouble with it.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“How should I believe you? You’re only saying this to get the truth out of my mouth, and besides, mafias are never trustworthy.”

“Then trust me now.”

Anastasia sighed, looking away. She didn’t want to look at him face, she didn’t want those soft words to change her but it was working. It was changing her, and some how giving her reasons to trust him.

“He threatened he’d kill me if I tell any one about it. He’s not just after me, he’s after you too.” She finally said, not regretting why she was telling him.

“How bad did he hurt you?” He asked, sounding concern.

“You’re looking at the evidence.” Luckily, the bleeding stopped but the pain was some thing she still felt.

Just then Clarabelle walked in with a sanitary pad and a new cloth for Anastasia to put on. She was surprised to see Pablo in the room, talking to Anastasia.

She managed to hear a bit of the story, especially the part where she mentioned Micheal’s name.

They were distracted by her presence, and Pablo knew it was time he should give them some privacy.

“Get cleaned up.” He turns to leave, but Anastasia stops him.

“Please, don’t do any thing stupid. I don’t wanna be the reason for your misunderstanding with your brother. Forget what happened to me, please.”

“Even if I can forget what he did to you, watching you bleed is some thing I can never forget. I won’t do any thing stupid, you have my word.” He promised.

He left the room.

Clarabelle sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you tell me you were raped?” She queried.

“I was scared he’d kill you if he finds out I told you.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna spread it all over the universe. Since I knew the Escobar’s, I have never for once liked Micheal. He is such an arrogant, wicked bastard.” She cursed. “Go ahead, clean up so we can get the fu*k out of here.”

Anastasia changes her cloth to the new one Clarabelle brought for her. She used the old one to clean the blood stains on her legs, before putting on the sanitary pad.

Clarabelle helped her dispose the stained cloth some where no one would see it.

“Now that Pablo knows, this should be just between the three of us, no one else is to know about this.”

“Do you think he’s gonna let this go?”

“Pablo?” She asked.

“I don’t think I can trust him that much, seeing the look on his face, I’m scared of what he’s up to.” She said terrified.

“I trust Pablo. Despite how hurt he felt to see you bleed, I’m pretty sure for your sake he’s gonna keep calm.” Clarabelle assured her.

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Pablo returned to the dinning room and the first person he sighted was Micheal as he happily chatted with Fred and the other men.

Anger was boldly written on his face and thankfully, no one was looking at him. No one was going to ask him what the problem was. He sat on his seat, the appetite to take any thing was totally gone.

He looked at his father who was staring back at him with a questioning look. Pablo wasn’t ready to answer any one, so he picked up a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter, then puffing on it.

Deep in,side of him, he fights the anger already burning in his in,side. He wasn’t gonna look at Micheal’s direction to avoid his father noticing.

The merriment was over and every one departed to their various rooms. Micheal and Fred held each other as they walk to their rooms drunk. One of the men approached Pablo as he headed to his room.

“The boss wants to see you.” He informed.

Pablo changed direction, heading to his father’s room. He offered a knock on the door. “It’s me, father.” He announced.

“Come in.” Vito permitted.

Pablo entered, making himself comfortable on one of the sofa. He hasn’t stop smoking, he still had his cigarette in between his first and second fingers.

“Have you reconsidered on our conversation?” He asked.

“Not yet. And honestly, I don’t think I am ready to take over the empire. I’m sorry.” He insisted be wasn’t going to lead the group.

Vito nodded his head. “I’ll keep trying my best.”

“Just stop this bullshit, okay? Micheal is the best figure for this leadersh¡p and not me. I can’t quit my career because of this, because I wanna meet up to the standard father wants. My job is the most important thing, if I lose it, I lose every thing.”

“Not every one.” He added.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What happened back there at the dinning room? You looked angry and mad at some one. Did some thing happened?” He asked, changing the topic.

“No. I remembered what happened at Jonathan’s warehouse, and it got me pissed off. Just angry I didn’t do more than I should have done.” He lied.

“It doesn’t matter any more, the most important thing is that you killed him and erased every thing without getting caught.”

If only he knows that wasn’t the main reason for his anger, he wouldn’t have asked at the first place.

Clarabelle had forced Anastasia not to go back to the basement. Meanwhile, Micheal went to check on her for a round two but was disappointed to see that Anastasia wasn’t there.

He turns to leave but stopped on seeing Pablo standing by the door side with his both hands in his pockets.

“Expecting some one else?” Pablo asked.

“No. I just wanted to check if she has escaped.”

“Has she?”

“How am I supposed to know? Why are you here?” He asked back.

“Well, you caught me. I was just about to spend some time with her, but since you’re here and she isn’t, I’ll take my leave.” He turns to leave.

“So you do meet her at night?” He asked, stopping him in his track.

He turns to Micheal. “I meet every one at night. It’s such a pity you are here and you don’t know what’s going on. Now I see why father never wants to involve you into his personal life because all you think of is nothing but yourself. You claim to be the first child of the Escobar and yet, there’s no proof in it. You’re just nothing. Nothing.”

Michael grew angry at his words. He held his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “Say that again.”

“You’re nothing, just a bunch of garbage trying to prove the whole world. I’m sorry, did I say some thing wrong?” He mocked.

Michael chuckled. “No, you didn’t.” He threw a punch on Pablo’s face, sending another on the other cheek. “You just passed a message to me, asshole.” He blew his cheek again, and when he tried to land another punch, Pablo held his hand.

“Big mistake.” He smacked his head on Micheal’s forehead.

Micheal loosened his grip from his shirt, rubbing his forehead. Pablo slapped him with the back of his hand, sending him to the ground. He came close but Micheal kicked his legs, and he fell with a knee. Micheal kicked his face with his leg, but Pablo wedged himself with his hand.

Micheal stood up, about to grab his neck but Pablo was so fast to hold his hands, kicking him by the stomach. A loud gr0×n escape his mouth, and when he bent to hold his stomach, Pablo kicked his nose.

Micheal rubbed his affected nose only to see blood had already started rolling out from it. “That’s enough.” Pablo said but Micheal wasn’t ready to give up so easily.

Pablo went to the door like he was trying to run, Micheal laughed. “You wanna run? Huh? Get back here, d**k.” He comes forward to hit Pablo and Pablo quickly held the door knob, hitting it on Micheal’s body. As Micheal tries to dodge himself from the door, Pablo grabbed his neck, smacking his head hærd against the door.

“Fu*k!” Micheal s¢ræmed as his nose made contact with the door. While he rubbed his nose, Pablo once again kicked him, sending him back to the ground.

“I always boost of your strength, now I see you’re nothing but a pathetic empty bug. Go work on yourself if you wanna save your life, with this shit you were doing here, it’s probably gonna take your life.” He turns to leave but stop, not sparing him a glance. “And get yourself treated too.” He left.

Micheal grunts, standing up to his feet. He can’t believe he was defeated by his younger brother. What was he thinking that he could let Pablo have him on the ground twice?

Now he has seen who his real problem is. Not Anastasia, not any one but him. . . Pablo.

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To Be Continued…