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A chess game begins
A chapter in the book Miracles
Miracles - Chap 23
by Begin Again
Frankie's phone buzzed, but this time Sam answered, "Frank DiVito's phone, Sam Frisella speaking."
"Listen, knucklehead. I don't have time for games. Put your boss on the phone. Now!"
Sam gritted his teeth, struggling to control his temper. "No one's playing games, Rossi, especially with you. You can talk to me."
"You tell Frank that he's got two hours, and then — we'll let's just say I'm coming in without an invite, and guns will be blazing. He better think about what automatic assault weapons can do to his hospital and guests."
"Your idle threats don't scare the boss." Sam glanced toward Frank, looking for confirmation.
"I guarantee you, they ain't idle threats — they're promises. I've even got a string of bullets with your name on it."
Sam snapped, "You can take your bullets and shove —" The line went dead. He stared at the phone for a second and then turned his gaze toward Frank. "Sorry, boss. I just want to walk out there and shoot him."
Frank chuckled. "Sammy, our days of gun-slinging are over. There are better ways to handle things."
"How? When he's threatening to bring automatic rifles and storm the hospital. You and I know that the atrium gives him an entrance if he passes the gates."
"For now, we seal off that end of the facility. Move everyone into a safer area. While you take care of that, I've got a few decisions to make."
Garth leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw set in frustration. "Rossi isn't just throwing threats around anymore. He's gearing up for war."
Frankie glanced at the live feed on his tablet, the images from the compound's cameras revealing heavily armed men lurking just outside the gates. "He's bold, I'll give him that. But we've faced worse."
"Not like this," Garth countered, his voice low but sharp. "There's a baby in there now. Margaret's barely holding on. And if Rossi breaks through—" He didn't need to finish the thought.
Across the room, Eleanor stood near the window, her hands trembling as she pulled the curtains aside. The compound's gates loomed in the distance, a thin barrier between them and chaos. "He won't stop," she said, her voice brittle. "Not with Donatelli, not with any of us. Rossi's like a rabid dog — he won't let go until he's put down."
Frankie straightened, his expression hardening. "Then it's time to call someone to put him down."
Garth frowned. "Who are you calling?"
"A friend from the past," Frankie said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
"I'll take care of moving people, boss. Just call me if you need me." Sammy nodded to Garth and Eleanor and left the office.
Frankie opened his desk drawer and withdrew a small phone. He quickly punched in a number and waited.
The line clicked, and a smooth voice answered on the other end. "A voice from the past. I don't think this phone has rung in years, but it's not a surprise. I've heard Rossi's acting as if he's in charge. I guess he needs a reminder, and that's why you're calling. Am I right?"
"If it were just me and the boys, we'd clean up the mess, but unfortunately, he's put my friends, including a newborn baby girl, in danger."
"Hmmm — so this goes much further than Donatelli and Doyle? Can't your FBI friend do something?"
"Don't toy with me, Jack. You and I know how capable Garth and his team are, but this isn't their doing. It's your renegade wise guy who thinks he's running the show."
"I understand. You know my door is always open for you."
"You can save me the charm," Frankie replied, pacing the room. "I've got a situation down here that needs cleaning up, and I'm ready to deal."
There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. "You're playing with my emotions, Frankie."
"I've got what you want. It can be yours — under one condition." Frankie's eyes flicked to the surveillance feed. "You deal with Rossi. Permanently. And you make it clean."
Lexington didn't respond immediately, but his voice was laced with intrigue when he did. "Interesting. Send me the coordinates. I'll be there within the hour."
"One other thing —"
"Rossi isn't enough? Let's not get greedy, my friend. I've waited a long time for this deal."
"The baby needs a transfusion. Rossi's got the gates blocked. I need several pints of AB-negative blood, and I need it fast."
"Choppers already warmed up and ready to go. I can call in a favor for the blood, especially for the little one. Maybe I could be a Godfather?"
"Fat chance, Jack." Frankie disconnected the call and spoke on the radio. "Sammy, we need the helipad ready. We're about to have company."
Garth couldn't contain himself any longer. "You were talking to Lexington, weren't you? Do you think Rossi will stand down? I think the guy has stepped over the line with both sides."
"He has, and that's why Lexington is willing to deal. I've got something he wants, and he's willing to do just about anything to get it."
Eleanor crossed her arms tightly as Frankie walked past. "Do you think this Lexington can handle Rossi?"
"He's the only one Rossi's afraid of," Frankie replied. "And if this goes how I think it will, Rossi won't be a problem for much longer."
Eleanor shook her head, the unease gnawing at her. "You're playing a dangerous game, Frankie. If this doesn't work—"
"It will," Frankie said firmly. He glanced at her, his tone softening just slightly. "Trust me."
Eleanor nodded. "So we wait! If you direct me to Donatelli's room, I think I'll visit him."
'I'll radio Sammy. He'll get someone to show you to his room. He'll meet you at the end of the hall."
"Thanks!" Eleanor turned to Garth." Would you like to join me?"
"Not this time. I've got to check in with Tango and make sure things are okay on their end."
*****
Eleanor found Donatelli seated in the corner of his room, his posture slumped. His eyes lifted as she approached, and for a fleeting moment, a warm and familiar smile tugged at his lips, as though recognizing her.
"Donatelli," she said softly, her voice trembling.
The smile faded, replaced by a blank stare. "That's what I am told." He glanced out the window and turned back. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
Eleanor settled into the chair beside him, keeping her movements slow and deliberate as though afraid to shatter the fragile thread of his awareness. "It's Eleanor," she began gently. "Do you remember me?" When he didn't answer, she pushed a little deeper. "Do you remember Doyle or Rossi, the men responsible for doing this to you?"
At the mention of Doyle, his gaze sharpened, a flicker of recognition sparking in his dark eyes. "Doyle —" he repeated the name in a low growl.
"Yes, John Doyle," Eleanor pressed, leaning closer. "You put him in jail."
Donatelli's brow furrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He glanced at the badge lying on the table.
Encouraged, Eleanor ventured further. "The accident, Donatelli. Do you remember what happened?"
He shook his head, studying his hands.
"Jenna has been in an accident. She's safe now. Do you remember her? Do you remember Jenna?"
At the sound of her name, his gaze snapped toward Eleanor, sharper this time, as if a veil had lifted. "Jenna," he whispered, his tone soft, almost reverent. His eyes seemed to lose focus, staring beyond Eleanor as if seeing a face only he could perceive.
Eleanor's breath caught, the moment so fragile she dared not speak. But then, his expression darkened, his lips curling into a sneer.
"She betrayed me," he spat, his voice venomous. "With the cowboy." Eleanor recoiled as if struck.
"No," she said firmly, her hand reaching toward him. "You're wrong. Jenna loves you. She's always loved you."
But Donatelli pulled away, his movements jerky, defensive. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his temples. "Betrayed me," he muttered again, his voice cracking with raw pain.
"She didn't," Eleanor insisted, her voice soft but persistent. "You need to remember the truth, Donatelli. Jenna loves you. She never betrayed you."
His breathing grew ragged, his shoulders shaking under his fragmented emotions. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the storm within him subsided. He blinked, his face smoothing into confusion.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his tone detached, distant. "Are you — the doctor?"
Eleanor's heart sank. Once so sharp and unyielding, the man before her now seemed lost in a haze of broken memories and misplaced anger. She swallowed hard, forcing a smile.
"No," she said softly, her voice laced with sadness. "I'm just an old friend. Someone who cares about you dearly."
*****
Eleanor returned to Frank's office, looking sadder than before. As she entered, Garth instantly recognized things hadn't gone well, and he moved to comfort Eleanor.
Tears welled in her eyes. "Garth, I thought he was on the verge of remembering, so I asked about Jenna." She buried her face against his shirt. "For one moment, he glimpsed her. I know he did, but then he changed. He became irate, saying she betrayed him with —" Eleanor stopped and wiped her tears.
"With me?" Garth stepped away. "His mind is seeing Allie again. That old chip is back. Jenna would never betray him."
"He saw you with Jenna when she found out she was pregnant. He came to the office with roses. You were holding her."
"What? I was comforting a distraught friend."
"I know that, and you know that, but Donatelli didn't. That's why he ended up in the bar. None of us knew it fell perfectly into Doyle's plans."
Garth paced the floor, mulling over what Eleanor had told him. "So, he doesn't even know about anything — the pregnancy, the rape, Rossi or what happened to him. He really is in the dark."
Eleanor nodded. "What if he doesn't ever remember? Jenna, the baby — oh, Garth, what a mess!"
Frankie hung up the phone and joined his friends. "I couldn't help but overhear. I'm sorry that Donatelli is still struggling. I had hoped he'd come around with the meds they've given him."
"Me too! I think he's getting flashes, but he can't seem to keep the present straight from the past."
"That's too bad, but I do have good news. In approximately five minutes, a helicopter will be landing on the helipad, and little Margaret's blood will arrive."
"Oh, bless you, Frankie. Has the doctor approved visitors to Jenna or the baby yet?"
"I've not been notified yet. But as soon as I hear something, you will, too. I know you must be anxious to see your daughter and granddaughter." Frankie's phone buzzed, and he stepped away to answer.
Sammy was on the other end. "Lexington is coming in."
"Is the helipad secure?" Frankie asked, keeping his voice steady.
"All set, boss," Sam replied. "The perimeter is locked down tight. No sign of Rossi's men near the hospital wing."
"Good. Make sure it's a smooth landing. We can't afford any hiccups with Margaret's blood on board."
"You got it," Sam assured him. "And Frankie — Lexington better not pull any stunts. I don't trust him."
Frankie smirked grimly. "Neither do I, but he's useful. Let me know the second they touch down."
As he ended the call, Frankie turned back to Garth and Eleanor.
"Eleanor," Frankie said, softening his tone, "why don't you sit for a bit? You've been through a lot tonight."
Eleanor shook her head. "I can't just sit, Frankie. Not while everything is falling apart. Donatelli — he's so broken. I thought I could reach him, but he's lost in the past."
"We'll find a way," Garth interjected, his voice firm but gentle. "Donatelli isn't gone — not completely. We just need more time."
"Time is running out," Eleanor said quietly. Her gaze shifted to the window, the distant sound of the chopper's rotors now faintly audible. "What if Rossi makes his move before Lexington arrives?"
Frankie straightened. "He won't. Rossi's too much of a coward to go head-to-head with Lexington. That's why this deal is going to work."
"And what about after?" Garth asked, his brow furrowed. "Once Lexington takes Rossi out, what's to stop him from turning on us?"
Frankie's expression darkened, but he didn't hesitate. "One problem at a time, Garth. Right now, Margaret's life depends on that blood getting here safely. We'll deal with Lexington when the time comes."
The helicopter's sound grew louder, and the vibrations shook the building. Frankie glanced at his watch and then back at his friends.
"Stay here," he instructed. "I'll meet Lexington myself."
Eleanor reached out, her hand brushing his arm. "Be careful, Frankie."
He gave her a reassuring nod before heading toward the helipad.
*****
The helicopter's blades slowed but churned, kicking up dust and debris. Lexington emerged from the chopper with his usual swagger.
"Frankie," Lexington greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "Always a pleasure."
"Skip the pleasantries," Frankie said, his tone clipped. "Do you have it?"
Lexington smirked, gesturing to a medic emerging from the chopper, a cooler in hand. "AB-negative, as requested. And fresh, too. Now, about our arrangement —"
"Not here," Frankie interrupted. "Inside. Let's make sure the baby gets what she needs first."
Lexington's smirk deepened, but he nodded. "Lead the way."
As they walked toward the hospital, the tension between the two men was apparent. Frankie's hand hovered near his pocket, ready to act if Lexington showed any signs of betrayal. He'd made a deal, but people were known to renege, especially in this line of work.
Inside, the medic handed the blood to the attending doctor, who rushed it to the NICU. Lexington watched the exchange with mild interest before returning his attention to Frankie.
"Well, the kid's taken care of," Lexington said, his tone almost flippant. "Now, let's discuss the other part of our deal."
Frankie's eyes hardened. "Rossi's yours. Take him out — clean and quiet. After that, we'll finalize things."
Lexington chuckled. "You always were a shrewd negotiator, Frankie. But I'm feeling generous tonight, and it would be a shame to get blood all over your entrance."
Frankie's jaw tightened. "We had a deal. Now you're changing the terms?"
Lexington laughed. "Relax, Frankie. In celebration of the child, I will hand Rossi over to your FBI friend. No shooting, no bloodshed, just a simple exchange."
Now, it was Frankie's turn to laugh. "Right! This is Rossi we're talking about, my friend. Your hatchet man loves nothing more than spreading blood."
"Leave it to me. Rossi and I will walk into your office in a few minutes, and he'll be yours. There will be no more threat to Donatelli or anyone else. In return, you will give me what we agreed. It's all a matter of trust, my friend."
Frank studied Lexington. He knew the man was no fool. Was this a ploy to open the gates to Rossi's mob, or did he intend to hand over his own man? Had Rossi pushed his luck too far?
"I'm going to trust you, Jack. But know, I won't show my cards until Rossi is in Garth's hands. My men are prepared to fight back if necessary."
"I promise you, Frank. This is how all deals should go down — two businessmen trusting each other." He held out his hand, and Frank shook it. "A deal's a deal."
Frankie's phone buzzed, but this time Sam answered, "Frank DiVito's phone, Sam Frisella speaking."
"Listen, knucklehead. I don't have time for games. Put your boss on the phone. Now!"
Sam gritted his teeth, struggling to control his temper. "No one's playing games, Rossi, especially with you. You can talk to me."
"You tell Frank that he's got two hours, and then — we'll let's just say I'm coming in without an invite, and guns will be blazing. He better think about what automatic assault weapons can do to his hospital and guests."
"Your idle threats don't scare the boss." Sam glanced toward Frank, looking for confirmation.
"I guarantee you, they ain't idle threats — they're promises. I've even got a string of bullets with your name on it."
Sam snapped, "You can take your bullets and shove —" The line went dead. He stared at the phone for a second and then turned his gaze toward Frank. "Sorry, boss. I just want to walk out there and shoot him."
Frank chuckled. "Sammy, our days of gun-slinging are over. There are better ways to handle things."
"How? When he's threatening to bring automatic rifles and storm the hospital. You and I know that the atrium gives him an entrance if he passes the gates."
"For now, we seal off that end of the facility. Move everyone into a safer area. While you take care of that, I've got a few decisions to make."
Garth leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw set in frustration. "Rossi isn't just throwing threats around anymore. He's gearing up for war."
Frankie glanced at the live feed on his tablet, the images from the compound's cameras revealing heavily armed men lurking just outside the gates. "He's bold, I'll give him that. But we've faced worse."
"Not like this," Garth countered, his voice low but sharp. "There's a baby in there now. Margaret's barely holding on. And if Rossi breaks through—" He didn't need to finish the thought.
Across the room, Eleanor stood near the window, her hands trembling as she pulled the curtains aside. The compound's gates loomed in the distance, a thin barrier between them and chaos. "He won't stop," she said, her voice brittle. "Not with Donatelli, not with any of us. Rossi's like a rabid dog — he won't let go until he's put down."
Frankie straightened, his expression hardening. "Then it's time to call someone to put him down."
Garth frowned. "Who are you calling?"
"A friend from the past," Frankie said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
"I'll take care of moving people, boss. Just call me if you need me." Sammy nodded to Garth and Eleanor and left the office.
Frankie opened his desk drawer and withdrew a small phone. He quickly punched in a number and waited.
The line clicked, and a smooth voice answered on the other end. "A voice from the past. I don't think this phone has rung in years, but it's not a surprise. I've heard Rossi's acting as if he's in charge. I guess he needs a reminder, and that's why you're calling. Am I right?"
"If it were just me and the boys, we'd clean up the mess, but unfortunately, he's put my friends, including a newborn baby girl, in danger."
"Hmmm — so this goes much further than Donatelli and Doyle? Can't your FBI friend do something?"
"Don't toy with me, Jack. You and I know how capable Garth and his team are, but this isn't their doing. It's your renegade wise guy who thinks he's running the show."
"I understand. You know my door is always open for you."
"You can save me the charm," Frankie replied, pacing the room. "I've got a situation down here that needs cleaning up, and I'm ready to deal."
There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. "You're playing with my emotions, Frankie."
"I've got what you want. It can be yours — under one condition." Frankie's eyes flicked to the surveillance feed. "You deal with Rossi. Permanently. And you make it clean."
Lexington didn't respond immediately, but his voice was laced with intrigue when he did. "Interesting. Send me the coordinates. I'll be there within the hour."
"One other thing —"
"Rossi isn't enough? Let's not get greedy, my friend. I've waited a long time for this deal."
"The baby needs a transfusion. Rossi's got the gates blocked. I need several pints of AB-negative blood, and I need it fast."
"Choppers already warmed up and ready to go. I can call in a favor for the blood, especially for the little one. Maybe I could be a Godfather?"
"Fat chance, Jack." Frankie disconnected the call and spoke on the radio. "Sammy, we need the helipad ready. We're about to have company."
Garth couldn't contain himself any longer. "You were talking to Lexington, weren't you? Do you think Rossi will stand down? I think the guy has stepped over the line with both sides."
"He has, and that's why Lexington is willing to deal. I've got something he wants, and he's willing to do just about anything to get it."
Eleanor crossed her arms tightly as Frankie walked past. "Do you think this Lexington can handle Rossi?"
"He's the only one Rossi's afraid of," Frankie replied. "And if this goes how I think it will, Rossi won't be a problem for much longer."
Eleanor shook her head, the unease gnawing at her. "You're playing a dangerous game, Frankie. If this doesn't work—"
"It will," Frankie said firmly. He glanced at her, his tone softening just slightly. "Trust me."
Eleanor nodded. "So we wait! If you direct me to Donatelli's room, I think I'll visit him."
'I'll radio Sammy. He'll get someone to show you to his room. He'll meet you at the end of the hall."
"Thanks!" Eleanor turned to Garth." Would you like to join me?"
"Not this time. I've got to check in with Tango and make sure things are okay on their end."
*****
Eleanor found Donatelli seated in the corner of his room, his posture slumped. His eyes lifted as she approached, and for a fleeting moment, a warm and familiar smile tugged at his lips, as though recognizing her.
"Donatelli," she said softly, her voice trembling.
The smile faded, replaced by a blank stare. "That's what I am told." He glanced out the window and turned back. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
Eleanor settled into the chair beside him, keeping her movements slow and deliberate as though afraid to shatter the fragile thread of his awareness. "It's Eleanor," she began gently. "Do you remember me?" When he didn't answer, she pushed a little deeper. "Do you remember Doyle or Rossi, the men responsible for doing this to you?"
At the mention of Doyle, his gaze sharpened, a flicker of recognition sparking in his dark eyes. "Doyle —" he repeated the name in a low growl.
"Yes, John Doyle," Eleanor pressed, leaning closer. "You put him in jail."
Donatelli's brow furrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He glanced at the badge lying on the table.
Encouraged, Eleanor ventured further. "The accident, Donatelli. Do you remember what happened?"
He shook his head, studying his hands.
"Jenna has been in an accident. She's safe now. Do you remember her? Do you remember Jenna?"
At the sound of her name, his gaze snapped toward Eleanor, sharper this time, as if a veil had lifted. "Jenna," he whispered, his tone soft, almost reverent. His eyes seemed to lose focus, staring beyond Eleanor as if seeing a face only he could perceive.
Eleanor's breath caught, the moment so fragile she dared not speak. But then, his expression darkened, his lips curling into a sneer.
"She betrayed me," he spat, his voice venomous. "With the cowboy." Eleanor recoiled as if struck.
"No," she said firmly, her hand reaching toward him. "You're wrong. Jenna loves you. She's always loved you."
But Donatelli pulled away, his movements jerky, defensive. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his temples. "Betrayed me," he muttered again, his voice cracking with raw pain.
"She didn't," Eleanor insisted, her voice soft but persistent. "You need to remember the truth, Donatelli. Jenna loves you. She never betrayed you."
His breathing grew ragged, his shoulders shaking under his fragmented emotions. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the storm within him subsided. He blinked, his face smoothing into confusion.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his tone detached, distant. "Are you — the doctor?"
Eleanor's heart sank. Once so sharp and unyielding, the man before her now seemed lost in a haze of broken memories and misplaced anger. She swallowed hard, forcing a smile.
"No," she said softly, her voice laced with sadness. "I'm just an old friend. Someone who cares about you dearly."
*****
Eleanor returned to Frank's office, looking sadder than before. As she entered, Garth instantly recognized things hadn't gone well, and he moved to comfort Eleanor.
Tears welled in her eyes. "Garth, I thought he was on the verge of remembering, so I asked about Jenna." She buried her face against his shirt. "For one moment, he glimpsed her. I know he did, but then he changed. He became irate, saying she betrayed him with —" Eleanor stopped and wiped her tears.
"With me?" Garth stepped away. "His mind is seeing Allie again. That old chip is back. Jenna would never betray him."
"He saw you with Jenna when she found out she was pregnant. He came to the office with roses. You were holding her."
"What? I was comforting a distraught friend."
"I know that, and you know that, but Donatelli didn't. That's why he ended up in the bar. None of us knew it fell perfectly into Doyle's plans."
Garth paced the floor, mulling over what Eleanor had told him. "So, he doesn't even know about anything — the pregnancy, the rape, Rossi or what happened to him. He really is in the dark."
Eleanor nodded. "What if he doesn't ever remember? Jenna, the baby — oh, Garth, what a mess!"
Frankie hung up the phone and joined his friends. "I couldn't help but overhear. I'm sorry that Donatelli is still struggling. I had hoped he'd come around with the meds they've given him."
"Me too! I think he's getting flashes, but he can't seem to keep the present straight from the past."
"That's too bad, but I do have good news. In approximately five minutes, a helicopter will be landing on the helipad, and little Margaret's blood will arrive."
"Oh, bless you, Frankie. Has the doctor approved visitors to Jenna or the baby yet?"
"I've not been notified yet. But as soon as I hear something, you will, too. I know you must be anxious to see your daughter and granddaughter." Frankie's phone buzzed, and he stepped away to answer.
Sammy was on the other end. "Lexington is coming in."
"Is the helipad secure?" Frankie asked, keeping his voice steady.
"All set, boss," Sam replied. "The perimeter is locked down tight. No sign of Rossi's men near the hospital wing."
"Good. Make sure it's a smooth landing. We can't afford any hiccups with Margaret's blood on board."
"You got it," Sam assured him. "And Frankie — Lexington better not pull any stunts. I don't trust him."
Frankie smirked grimly. "Neither do I, but he's useful. Let me know the second they touch down."
As he ended the call, Frankie turned back to Garth and Eleanor.
"Eleanor," Frankie said, softening his tone, "why don't you sit for a bit? You've been through a lot tonight."
Eleanor shook her head. "I can't just sit, Frankie. Not while everything is falling apart. Donatelli — he's so broken. I thought I could reach him, but he's lost in the past."
"We'll find a way," Garth interjected, his voice firm but gentle. "Donatelli isn't gone — not completely. We just need more time."
"Time is running out," Eleanor said quietly. Her gaze shifted to the window, the distant sound of the chopper's rotors now faintly audible. "What if Rossi makes his move before Lexington arrives?"
Frankie straightened. "He won't. Rossi's too much of a coward to go head-to-head with Lexington. That's why this deal is going to work."
"And what about after?" Garth asked, his brow furrowed. "Once Lexington takes Rossi out, what's to stop him from turning on us?"
Frankie's expression darkened, but he didn't hesitate. "One problem at a time, Garth. Right now, Margaret's life depends on that blood getting here safely. We'll deal with Lexington when the time comes."
The helicopter's sound grew louder, and the vibrations shook the building. Frankie glanced at his watch and then back at his friends.
"Stay here," he instructed. "I'll meet Lexington myself."
Eleanor reached out, her hand brushing his arm. "Be careful, Frankie."
He gave her a reassuring nod before heading toward the helipad.
*****
The helicopter's blades slowed but churned, kicking up dust and debris. Lexington emerged from the chopper with his usual swagger.
"Frankie," Lexington greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "Always a pleasure."
"Skip the pleasantries," Frankie said, his tone clipped. "Do you have it?"
Lexington smirked, gesturing to a medic emerging from the chopper, a cooler in hand. "AB-negative, as requested. And fresh, too. Now, about our arrangement —"
"Not here," Frankie interrupted. "Inside. Let's make sure the baby gets what she needs first."
Lexington's smirk deepened, but he nodded. "Lead the way."
As they walked toward the hospital, the tension between the two men was apparent. Frankie's hand hovered near his pocket, ready to act if Lexington showed any signs of betrayal. He'd made a deal, but people were known to renege, especially in this line of work.
Inside, the medic handed the blood to the attending doctor, who rushed it to the NICU. Lexington watched the exchange with mild interest before returning his attention to Frankie.
"Well, the kid's taken care of," Lexington said, his tone almost flippant. "Now, let's discuss the other part of our deal."
Frankie's eyes hardened. "Rossi's yours. Take him out — clean and quiet. After that, we'll finalize things."
Lexington chuckled. "You always were a shrewd negotiator, Frankie. But I'm feeling generous tonight, and it would be a shame to get blood all over your entrance."
Frankie's jaw tightened. "We had a deal. Now you're changing the terms?"
Lexington laughed. "Relax, Frankie. In celebration of the child, I will hand Rossi over to your FBI friend. No shooting, no bloodshed, just a simple exchange."
Now, it was Frankie's turn to laugh. "Right! This is Rossi we're talking about, my friend. Your hatchet man loves nothing more than spreading blood."
"Leave it to me. Rossi and I will walk into your office in a few minutes, and he'll be yours. There will be no more threat to Donatelli or anyone else. In return, you will give me what we agreed. It's all a matter of trust, my friend."
Frank studied Lexington. He knew the man was no fool. Was this a ploy to open the gates to Rossi's mob, or did he intend to hand over his own man? Had Rossi pushed his luck too far?
"I'm going to trust you, Jack. But know, I won't show my cards until Rossi is in Garth's hands. My men are prepared to fight back if necessary."
"I promise you, Frank. This is how all deals should go down — two businessmen trusting each other." He held out his hand, and Frank shook it. "A deal's a deal."
"Listen, knucklehead. I don't have time for games. Put your boss on the phone. Now!"
Sam gritted his teeth, struggling to control his temper. "No one's playing games, Rossi, especially with you. You can talk to me."
"You tell Frank that he's got two hours, and then — we'll let's just say I'm coming in without an invite, and guns will be blazing. He better think about what automatic assault weapons can do to his hospital and guests."
"Your idle threats don't scare the boss." Sam glanced toward Frank, looking for confirmation.
"I guarantee you, they ain't idle threats — they're promises. I've even got a string of bullets with your name on it."
Sam snapped, "You can take your bullets and shove —" The line went dead. He stared at the phone for a second and then turned his gaze toward Frank. "Sorry, boss. I just want to walk out there and shoot him."
Frank chuckled. "Sammy, our days of gun-slinging are over. There are better ways to handle things."
"How? When he's threatening to bring automatic rifles and storm the hospital. You and I know that the atrium gives him an entrance if he passes the gates."
"For now, we seal off that end of the facility. Move everyone into a safer area. While you take care of that, I've got a few decisions to make."
Garth leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw set in frustration. "Rossi isn't just throwing threats around anymore. He's gearing up for war."
Frankie glanced at the live feed on his tablet, the images from the compound's cameras revealing heavily armed men lurking just outside the gates. "He's bold, I'll give him that. But we've faced worse."
"Not like this," Garth countered, his voice low but sharp. "There's a baby in there now. Margaret's barely holding on. And if Rossi breaks through—" He didn't need to finish the thought.
Across the room, Eleanor stood near the window, her hands trembling as she pulled the curtains aside. The compound's gates loomed in the distance, a thin barrier between them and chaos. "He won't stop," she said, her voice brittle. "Not with Donatelli, not with any of us. Rossi's like a rabid dog — he won't let go until he's put down."
Frankie straightened, his expression hardening. "Then it's time to call someone to put him down."
Garth frowned. "Who are you calling?"
"A friend from the past," Frankie said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
"I'll take care of moving people, boss. Just call me if you need me." Sammy nodded to Garth and Eleanor and left the office.
Frankie opened his desk drawer and withdrew a small phone. He quickly punched in a number and waited.
The line clicked, and a smooth voice answered on the other end. "A voice from the past. I don't think this phone has rung in years, but it's not a surprise. I've heard Rossi's acting as if he's in charge. I guess he needs a reminder, and that's why you're calling. Am I right?"
"If it were just me and the boys, we'd clean up the mess, but unfortunately, he's put my friends, including a newborn baby girl, in danger."
"Hmmm — so this goes much further than Donatelli and Doyle? Can't your FBI friend do something?"
"Don't toy with me, Jack. You and I know how capable Garth and his team are, but this isn't their doing. It's your renegade wise guy who thinks he's running the show."
"I understand. You know my door is always open for you."
"You can save me the charm," Frankie replied, pacing the room. "I've got a situation down here that needs cleaning up, and I'm ready to deal."
There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. "You're playing with my emotions, Frankie."
"I've got what you want. It can be yours — under one condition." Frankie's eyes flicked to the surveillance feed. "You deal with Rossi. Permanently. And you make it clean."
Lexington didn't respond immediately, but his voice was laced with intrigue when he did. "Interesting. Send me the coordinates. I'll be there within the hour."
"One other thing —"
"Rossi isn't enough? Let's not get greedy, my friend. I've waited a long time for this deal."
"The baby needs a transfusion. Rossi's got the gates blocked. I need several pints of AB-negative blood, and I need it fast."
"Choppers already warmed up and ready to go. I can call in a favor for the blood, especially for the little one. Maybe I could be a Godfather?"
"Fat chance, Jack." Frankie disconnected the call and spoke on the radio. "Sammy, we need the helipad ready. We're about to have company."
Garth couldn't contain himself any longer. "You were talking to Lexington, weren't you? Do you think Rossi will stand down? I think the guy has stepped over the line with both sides."
"He has, and that's why Lexington is willing to deal. I've got something he wants, and he's willing to do just about anything to get it."
Eleanor crossed her arms tightly as Frankie walked past. "Do you think this Lexington can handle Rossi?"
"He's the only one Rossi's afraid of," Frankie replied. "And if this goes how I think it will, Rossi won't be a problem for much longer."
Eleanor shook her head, the unease gnawing at her. "You're playing a dangerous game, Frankie. If this doesn't work—"
"It will," Frankie said firmly. He glanced at her, his tone softening just slightly. "Trust me."
Eleanor nodded. "So we wait! If you direct me to Donatelli's room, I think I'll visit him."
'I'll radio Sammy. He'll get someone to show you to his room. He'll meet you at the end of the hall."
"Thanks!" Eleanor turned to Garth." Would you like to join me?"
"Not this time. I've got to check in with Tango and make sure things are okay on their end."
*****
Eleanor found Donatelli seated in the corner of his room, his posture slumped. His eyes lifted as she approached, and for a fleeting moment, a warm and familiar smile tugged at his lips, as though recognizing her.
"Donatelli," she said softly, her voice trembling.
The smile faded, replaced by a blank stare. "That's what I am told." He glanced out the window and turned back. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
Eleanor settled into the chair beside him, keeping her movements slow and deliberate as though afraid to shatter the fragile thread of his awareness. "It's Eleanor," she began gently. "Do you remember me?" When he didn't answer, she pushed a little deeper. "Do you remember Doyle or Rossi, the men responsible for doing this to you?"
At the mention of Doyle, his gaze sharpened, a flicker of recognition sparking in his dark eyes. "Doyle —" he repeated the name in a low growl.
"Yes, John Doyle," Eleanor pressed, leaning closer. "You put him in jail."
Donatelli's brow furrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He glanced at the badge lying on the table.
Encouraged, Eleanor ventured further. "The accident, Donatelli. Do you remember what happened?"
He shook his head, studying his hands.
"Jenna has been in an accident. She's safe now. Do you remember her? Do you remember Jenna?"
At the sound of her name, his gaze snapped toward Eleanor, sharper this time, as if a veil had lifted. "Jenna," he whispered, his tone soft, almost reverent. His eyes seemed to lose focus, staring beyond Eleanor as if seeing a face only he could perceive.
Eleanor's breath caught, the moment so fragile she dared not speak. But then, his expression darkened, his lips curling into a sneer.
"She betrayed me," he spat, his voice venomous. "With the cowboy." Eleanor recoiled as if struck.
"No," she said firmly, her hand reaching toward him. "You're wrong. Jenna loves you. She's always loved you."
But Donatelli pulled away, his movements jerky, defensive. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his temples. "Betrayed me," he muttered again, his voice cracking with raw pain.
"She didn't," Eleanor insisted, her voice soft but persistent. "You need to remember the truth, Donatelli. Jenna loves you. She never betrayed you."
His breathing grew ragged, his shoulders shaking under his fragmented emotions. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the storm within him subsided. He blinked, his face smoothing into confusion.
"Do I know you?" he asked, his tone detached, distant. "Are you — the doctor?"
Eleanor's heart sank. Once so sharp and unyielding, the man before her now seemed lost in a haze of broken memories and misplaced anger. She swallowed hard, forcing a smile.
"No," she said softly, her voice laced with sadness. "I'm just an old friend. Someone who cares about you dearly."
*****
Eleanor returned to Frank's office, looking sadder than before. As she entered, Garth instantly recognized things hadn't gone well, and he moved to comfort Eleanor.
Tears welled in her eyes. "Garth, I thought he was on the verge of remembering, so I asked about Jenna." She buried her face against his shirt. "For one moment, he glimpsed her. I know he did, but then he changed. He became irate, saying she betrayed him with —" Eleanor stopped and wiped her tears.
"With me?" Garth stepped away. "His mind is seeing Allie again. That old chip is back. Jenna would never betray him."
"He saw you with Jenna when she found out she was pregnant. He came to the office with roses. You were holding her."
"What? I was comforting a distraught friend."
"I know that, and you know that, but Donatelli didn't. That's why he ended up in the bar. None of us knew it fell perfectly into Doyle's plans."
Garth paced the floor, mulling over what Eleanor had told him. "So, he doesn't even know about anything — the pregnancy, the rape, Rossi or what happened to him. He really is in the dark."
Eleanor nodded. "What if he doesn't ever remember? Jenna, the baby — oh, Garth, what a mess!"
Frankie hung up the phone and joined his friends. "I couldn't help but overhear. I'm sorry that Donatelli is still struggling. I had hoped he'd come around with the meds they've given him."
"Me too! I think he's getting flashes, but he can't seem to keep the present straight from the past."
"That's too bad, but I do have good news. In approximately five minutes, a helicopter will be landing on the helipad, and little Margaret's blood will arrive."
"Oh, bless you, Frankie. Has the doctor approved visitors to Jenna or the baby yet?"
"I've not been notified yet. But as soon as I hear something, you will, too. I know you must be anxious to see your daughter and granddaughter." Frankie's phone buzzed, and he stepped away to answer.
Sammy was on the other end. "Lexington is coming in."
"Is the helipad secure?" Frankie asked, keeping his voice steady.
"All set, boss," Sam replied. "The perimeter is locked down tight. No sign of Rossi's men near the hospital wing."
"Good. Make sure it's a smooth landing. We can't afford any hiccups with Margaret's blood on board."
"You got it," Sam assured him. "And Frankie — Lexington better not pull any stunts. I don't trust him."
Frankie smirked grimly. "Neither do I, but he's useful. Let me know the second they touch down."
As he ended the call, Frankie turned back to Garth and Eleanor.
"Eleanor," Frankie said, softening his tone, "why don't you sit for a bit? You've been through a lot tonight."
Eleanor shook her head. "I can't just sit, Frankie. Not while everything is falling apart. Donatelli — he's so broken. I thought I could reach him, but he's lost in the past."
"We'll find a way," Garth interjected, his voice firm but gentle. "Donatelli isn't gone — not completely. We just need more time."
"Time is running out," Eleanor said quietly. Her gaze shifted to the window, the distant sound of the chopper's rotors now faintly audible. "What if Rossi makes his move before Lexington arrives?"
Frankie straightened. "He won't. Rossi's too much of a coward to go head-to-head with Lexington. That's why this deal is going to work."
"And what about after?" Garth asked, his brow furrowed. "Once Lexington takes Rossi out, what's to stop him from turning on us?"
Frankie's expression darkened, but he didn't hesitate. "One problem at a time, Garth. Right now, Margaret's life depends on that blood getting here safely. We'll deal with Lexington when the time comes."
The helicopter's sound grew louder, and the vibrations shook the building. Frankie glanced at his watch and then back at his friends.
"Stay here," he instructed. "I'll meet Lexington myself."
Eleanor reached out, her hand brushing his arm. "Be careful, Frankie."
He gave her a reassuring nod before heading toward the helipad.
*****
The helicopter's blades slowed but churned, kicking up dust and debris. Lexington emerged from the chopper with his usual swagger.
"Frankie," Lexington greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "Always a pleasure."
"Skip the pleasantries," Frankie said, his tone clipped. "Do you have it?"
Lexington smirked, gesturing to a medic emerging from the chopper, a cooler in hand. "AB-negative, as requested. And fresh, too. Now, about our arrangement —"
"Not here," Frankie interrupted. "Inside. Let's make sure the baby gets what she needs first."
Lexington's smirk deepened, but he nodded. "Lead the way."
As they walked toward the hospital, the tension between the two men was apparent. Frankie's hand hovered near his pocket, ready to act if Lexington showed any signs of betrayal. He'd made a deal, but people were known to renege, especially in this line of work.
Inside, the medic handed the blood to the attending doctor, who rushed it to the NICU. Lexington watched the exchange with mild interest before returning his attention to Frankie.
"Well, the kid's taken care of," Lexington said, his tone almost flippant. "Now, let's discuss the other part of our deal."
Frankie's eyes hardened. "Rossi's yours. Take him out — clean and quiet. After that, we'll finalize things."
Lexington chuckled. "You always were a shrewd negotiator, Frankie. But I'm feeling generous tonight, and it would be a shame to get blood all over your entrance."
Frankie's jaw tightened. "We had a deal. Now you're changing the terms?"
Lexington laughed. "Relax, Frankie. In celebration of the child, I will hand Rossi over to your FBI friend. No shooting, no bloodshed, just a simple exchange."
Now, it was Frankie's turn to laugh. "Right! This is Rossi we're talking about, my friend. Your hatchet man loves nothing more than spreading blood."
"Leave it to me. Rossi and I will walk into your office in a few minutes, and he'll be yours. There will be no more threat to Donatelli or anyone else. In return, you will give me what we agreed. It's all a matter of trust, my friend."
Frank studied Lexington. He knew the man was no fool. Was this a ploy to open the gates to Rossi's mob, or did he intend to hand over his own man? Had Rossi pushed his luck too far?
"I'm going to trust you, Jack. But know, I won't show my cards until Rossi is in Garth's hands. My men are prepared to fight back if necessary."
"I promise you, Frank. This is how all deals should go down — two businessmen trusting each other." He held out his hand, and Frank shook it. "A deal's a deal."
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Eleanor - ghost detective
Jenna - Event planner, Eleanor's daughter, and falling in love with Donatelli
Garth Woodman - FBI Agent and widower (Allie)
Matthew Donatelli - Bayside's lead detective
John Doyle - Ex-judge and current inmate at Joliet State Prison
Vince Rossi - mob lawyer
Danni - jr. ghost detective working with Donatelli
Rebecca - new girl in town and Jenna's assistant
William - highly skilled crook
Miriam - a spirit from days gone by
Phillip Henderson - Attorney - Wills and Trusts
Bruiser - the bouncer at the Hideway
Tony - the bartender
Crystal - the cocktail waitress
Trevor Cascio - deceased owner of the estate
Owen Maxwell - special prosecutor
Joseph DeLuca - detective
Jason DeLuca - retired detective
Frank DiVito - retired gangster and childhood friend of Garth
Jack Lexington - Chicago kingpin
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and 2 member cents. Jenna - Event planner, Eleanor's daughter, and falling in love with Donatelli
Garth Woodman - FBI Agent and widower (Allie)
Matthew Donatelli - Bayside's lead detective
John Doyle - Ex-judge and current inmate at Joliet State Prison
Vince Rossi - mob lawyer
Danni - jr. ghost detective working with Donatelli
Rebecca - new girl in town and Jenna's assistant
William - highly skilled crook
Miriam - a spirit from days gone by
Phillip Henderson - Attorney - Wills and Trusts
Bruiser - the bouncer at the Hideway
Tony - the bartender
Crystal - the cocktail waitress
Trevor Cascio - deceased owner of the estate
Owen Maxwell - special prosecutor
Joseph DeLuca - detective
Jason DeLuca - retired detective
Frank DiVito - retired gangster and childhood friend of Garth
Jack Lexington - Chicago kingpin
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