Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 92: Clearing Doubts

Chapter 92: Clearing Doubts

Marcella tried to be normal the whole day, but Gloria found out that she was not fine. She tried to probe her but Marcella kept her troubles to herself.

Marcella was a little jealous seeing the glow on Gloria’s face. Oddly, Gloria didn’t talk about her night but Marcella could see that Gloria was so happy as she had enjoyed her night.

I too had a good night. Until I let my doubts take over me...

Marcella sighed leaning on the chair. She couldn’t discern whether she was being careful or if she was being needlessly paranoid.

One thing she knew for sure—she truly was not ready for marriage.

But she cannot take it back. She needs to find a way to solve this.

There was a constant fight between her mind and heart. Her mind made her look everything with a doubtful glass, but her heart wanted to relax. She’s been living a wound-up life for years. For the first time after she left her family home, she’s found rest in Tony’s house. She didn’t want to lose it.

In the evening, she left early for the warehouse. She wanted to talk to someone about what Tony spoke about. If it was about her dad, there must have been a witness.

But who should she ask? Who should she believe? Randy or Henry?

She knew what kind of answer Randy and Henry would give. One does not like Tony and the other like him. Who would give her the truth?

Her heart leaned on talking to Henry. Henry wouldn’t lie to her.

She knocked on the door. Seeing her, the guy at the gates tensed. She could hear the rumblings happening inside the warehouse.

"Open it!!" she shouted.

The guy opened the door immediately. He gave an exaggerated salute as she stepped in.

"What’s your name?" she asked the guy.

"Marshall, Ma’am. It’s Glen Marshall. "

"Marshall?" Marcella was surprised to hear his name. It appeared that the gang did have members from all over. Her father only trusted Italian guys.

"What’s with the salute?" she asked.

"My father is a veteran," he smiled and scratched his head.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

She was surprised to see the son of a military guy being a member of a gang. But then again, teenagers make stupid decisions all the time. She shouldn’t be surprised.

Her father was a gang lord. She didn’t become one. So, there is that.

Glen scratched the back of his head with a smile and bowed his head. "I... I am doing good here."

"Your father didn’t?" she asked. "He served God and Country. Isn’t there a better good than that?"

Henry stood by the door with his hand in his pocket. He couldn’t help but grin seeing the shine in her eyes.

This is Bambina in her element. She loved talking to everyone. She’s not like those who ask then forget; she’d remember everything about everyone. And like bright winter sunshine, she’d help them without even them asking for it.

Glen scratched his ears. The smile on his face reduced. "My father came back a different man, Ma’am. He used to be lovely and gentle." Glen fisted his hands and Marcella saw the nerves popping on his forehead as he clenched his jaws.

"They started an unnecessary war, drafted him, and when he’s sick, the government refused him any help. They chewed him and spit him out after they juiced him out... I’d be better off on my own than trusting them for helping us."

Marcella patted his shoulders. She could feel his pain. Maybe this is how it all starts. Everyone has the tendency to be good. But the environment they are in turns them to become anti-social.

Was he wrong though? Shouldn’t the government help his father after the war screwed him up? How could they leave him on his own after screwing him up? He had a life and he was forced to go to war leading to his deterioration.

"How is your family, Glen?" she asked.

"My mother is sick and my dad is institutionalized for him to get better. Tony is helping us a lot. My sister is married and there is me. I am...here..." he shrugged.

"You can ask me if you want anything, Glen," she smiled and walked in.

Henry lit up a cigarette and walked to her. "Bambi," he hugged her.

"Henry, how are you?"

Henry chuckled. "I’m fine. I’m fine..." he led her inside.

Randy too was inside. Seeing her, he covered up a barrel. He also fanned in front of his nose. She shook his head.

"Keep your respect in your heart, Randy. You can smoke in front of me. I don’t mind."

Randy grimaced scratching his abdomen. "It’s not that, Bambi..."

"Tony got a new chair for you. We never let our shadow fall on this chair," Randy removed the cover of the chair in the corner and brought it for her.

Marcella sat on the chair as it really looked new.

Tony bought it for me... he was planning on bringing me here often even though I expressed my displeasure with this.

Ugh... what can I do with him?

"Randy, when did you leave my Dad," she asked.

"I..." Randy bowed his head.

"Were you there when my mother died?" she asked.

Randy’s eyes lit up and he looked at her. "Do you want to know something, Bambi?"

"My dad was very mad at me that day, he~"

"Yes, he was. We’ve never seen him that mad. But it was not anger, Bambi. You made him so worried after..." Randy looked at her and sighed.

"It was a stupid thing you did, Bambi. You had no reason to cover Donna after she..." Henry joined in.

"Did Dad tell you this?" she asked.

She wanted to know why everyone is saying the almost same thing Tony said. It could either be because it was what happened or because they listened from the same person.

"We all heard him lament in the canteen, Bambi. He was... That day, he mourned more for you than for Donna. We all were worried for you." Randy said. "Why are you asking this now, Bambi?"

Marcella let out a deep sigh.

So, this is what happened. Tony didn’t lie.

That’s good. That is good.

"No reason... Just... it was the last time I talked to dad. I... didn’t have much chance to talk to him after that. The last thing I remember is him shouting at me when I was in the hospital, half-awake..." she scoffed.

Henry patted her head. "You know he loved you the most, Bambina. Even that day, he couldn’t hide his love for you and in the stress he was in made him react in an extreme way to you. It was because he loved you, he~"

"I know... I understand now... Thank you," she said to Henry. "Thanks, Randy," she smiled at Randy too.

She felt like a weight was lifted from her heart.

Tony didn’t lie about this. But about Emerson...

"You guys... what do you do? Do you have any contact with any FBI members or..."

"We just do what Tony tells us," Randy said. "Why Bambi? Is he doing something fishy? If you do, tell me. Our loyalty is only to you. We will do what you want us to do."

Marcella was not surprised by the enthusiasm on Randy’s face. She looked at Henry. He looked at her and nodded.

Henry too was standing silent. She could sense that if he had to choose, he will choose her.

"I do not think Tony would do anything that would harm you, Bambi. Don trusted him with you. But if you feel different, you can trust us to listen to you," Henry clarified.

"Dad handed me to Tony?" Marcella asked. "Because we were engaged in the past?" she asked.

She needed to confirm that too.

"Tony showed us time and time again how much he values you, Bambina. I personally don’t think that he had any ill-intent. He even denied claiming his family name because Don was hesitant to give away his daughters to the Romano sons. He was willing to take the responsibility. He was like a son to Don."

Henry said.

Randy scoffed. But he had nothing to add to Henry’s statement. Maybe he had nothing substantial to add. That was a surprise.

So, maybe Tony does not have a hidden agenda.

Or...

Why would he hide meeting Emerson? Maybe he forgot to mention it? But I talked to him about Emerson. How did he forget?

Maybe he will talk to me about his meeting tonight...?

"I am not doubting him, Henry. I just... I was absent for so long and I... I want to know. People change, Henry. I..." she stood up. "It’s getting late and I.. I’ll meet you guys later."

She hugged Randy and Henry and walked out.

Just as she stepped out, she stopped.

"Did you find out anything about the guys who kidnapped Mellissa and Andrew?" she asked.

Henry and Randy looked at each other. "It might be someone foreign... Because... we... Tony suspects the Greeks, but..."

"Who else is he suspecting?" Marcella asked.

Henry bowed his head. Randy looked at Henry and then looked at her. Marcella was curious by their hesitation.

"Randy...?"

"He suspects Paul Romano," Randy said.

Marcella was taken aback.

"He suspects his father?"