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◽CARMELLO'S POV◽
“È innocente, non c’è motivo di trascinarla in tutto questo.” {she's innocent, there is no reason to drag her into this} I told my father.
I knew what was going to happen when he dragged his drugged-out posse along with me. He was going to beat me up, like he does every time something doesn’t go his way.
He wanted me to kill anything and everything that moved as long as it didn’t favor us.
“Proprio come sua sorella non lo era, finché non ha preso tutto ciò per cui ho lavorato.” {just like her sister wasn't, till she took everything I have ever worked for}
This overachiever.
He always talked like he built everything with his bare hands, not mentioning the right-hand man he had brutally murdered in cold blood.
I knew because everyone always overlooks the kid in the room.
They act like the kid can’t understand what’s going on. But I was there the night my father ordered his bodyguard to kill his right-hand man.
Martini’s father.
Martini doesn’t know yet. But all the evidence, the footage, the documents, the proof of every alliance he's ever broken is in the file Verdict stole.
Things that would destroy every single alliance we had ever formed.
“Se non avessi fatto quello che hai fatto a lei, non saremmo qui adesso.” {if you hadn't done what you did to her, we wouldn't be here right now}
His eyes, sharp and dangerous, could make anyone freeze. But not me.
To me, he is the biggest coward to ever walk the earth.
“Cosa le avrei fatto?” {what did I do to her?}
His voice was calm. He was daring me to say it.
He was daring me to go on
And I did.
Like I said, I don’t care if he’s the devil. I wear horns myself.
“L’hai stuprata mentre era incinta.” {that you raped her while she was pregnant.} I raised an eyebrow, his smug expression falling.
“Stai zitto!” {shut up} he bellowed. He was totally out of it. I had just struck a nerve. And frankly, I didn’t regret it one bit.
I smiled, knowing I had just successfully riled him up. That triggered him.
He slapped me. Hard.
But my smile never faltered.
“You're running my empire like a fucking pussy,” I smirked “your empire?“ I scoffed “or Vasquez's?” another slap, then another and another.
He stopped when he realized he was exhausting himself. He gave a signal to the guard beside him, drugged out, soulless.
The man grunted and approached me.
What did I say?
The first punch landed and I fell to the ground, was this is purpose of keeping the drug in circulation? He wanted more human robot for his army of grunters.
The next punch and I just layed there and took it, why will I try to defend myself against that?
By the time he was done pummeling me, I had been drained of all energy and everywhere ached like hell. My father thinks this was the best way to get your chidren to learn.
I have been thought this was the right way to be punished since I was ten.
To learn.
Unfortunately I haven't been learning anything.
“Is that all you can do?“ it wasn't wise of me to keep taunting him, but I needed him to know he held absolutely no authority.
He didn’t respond.
His guard dragged me out and tossed me down the staircase.
Pain exploded in my body.
But nothing annoyed me more than the look of shock and horror on the face of the girl that has already been ordered to stay in the room.
She had already been told to stay in her room. And instead of asking if I was okay… she ran inside and locked the door behind her.
I laughed.
Was it weird that I was starting to like her more?
……..
This was the part I hated the most.
Recovery
When the pain really sets in
Lola wasn't around, so Martini had to deal with taking care of me and boy does he suck at it.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer, I needed to numb my self.
Marian came out of her room, glancing at me suspiciously. Her eyes landed on my wounds, widening as she took in the bruises.
She gulped.
Two weeks. That’s how long she stayed hidden after locking herself in.
She walked up to me, carefully approaching me, as if testing the water, she touched my forearm and I flinched at the touch every part of my body aching badly.
“I'm sorry,” she retracted her hand quickly, “your wound is not getting any better.” I didn't reply her, just stared at her.
The girl surprises me every single time. She wasn't supposed to approach me, i know I don't treat her welll “can I take care of your wounds?” she asked carefully grazing the subject, I was going to refuse her.
Yes, but.
Matini was the worst nurse anybody could have, he hurts me with pride and dedication, he treated me like a punching bag with medical tape.
I stayed silent.
She took that as a yes.
She followed me up the stairs.
This girl was either bold or just stupid.
She glanced at my bedroom door, shivering. She shook her head as if clearing out the thought of a particular memory she wasn't fund of.
By the time I came out of the bathroom with the first aid box, she was already inside, right in front of my mother’s only possession when she joined the Angelini clan.
Mafia marriages are alliances. Your family becomes strangers the moment you're married off. And when you’re forced to choose side, never expect anyone to choose you.
I’m never getting married.
Not if it means watching someone end up like my mother.
“why are you in here?“ I finally said, she turned back and gave me a small smile, “I just thought, it was hard for you to walk around and I could help you on the bed.“ she stopped “you can lie down while I helped you out.“ she shook her head “so I can take care of your wound,” she finally nodded as if finding the right wordings
“I thought I told you, you had no bussiness being in my room?“ I asked
“you also said I should never touch you. yet here we are.“
so bold.
So foolish.
I limped to the bed. She followed and sat on a stool, silently cleaning the wounds on my leg.
She didn’t speak.
Which was strange, Marian talks too much.
She had this look of worry on her face, She flinched everytime I winced.
“I'm sorry.“ she whispered after she was done with wrapping bandages “i'm sorry for running away the other time.“
I raised an eyebrow. If she hadn’t run, what the hell did she think she could’ve done?
“I didn’t want to end up like you,” she added softly.
I stared at her.
She finished up and left the room.
I wanted to tell her thank you, but she was gone before I could get my self to say it.
……….
A week passed.
She came every day with horrible food, unnecessary chatter and clumsy bandaging.
But I didn’t hate it.
“Mr Angelini.“ Marian called as soon as I entered the kitchen, I could walk fine now. Function on my own again.
“I think you are okay enough for me to bring this up,” My mood instantly soured “the surrogacy,”
"Shut up," My voice was sharp, cold.
She needed to know she was crossing a line,I had never been this stern with her. Even at her most infuriating, I had tried to be decent.
"You can't make me," she said, her chest heaving. "Your father wouldn’t be so hard on you if you just agreed to screw your morals. If you don’t like the idea of me being a surrogate, then just fuck me." Damn!, this bitch.
“It's not like there are strings attached,” What the hell?
“What the fuck are you talking about,” I ran my hand through my hair “didn't I tell you not to bring this up again,”
I moved toward her, and she moved back. She backed up againt the wall and for some reason, she doesn't look scared.
Had I been too lenient with her?
Let her think she could mess with me.
In one swift motion I pulled out the knife from my waist holster and pinned her to the wall, blade grazing her neck.
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