I swallowed hard, trying to summon the strength to speak, to tell him to let me go, but all I could do was stare back at him, lost in those dark eyes of his. I hated him still, his dark charm was not enough to erase the years of hurt I had spent trying to forget him.
“You look – different” his words hung heavy in the air above even with his hands still latched around my waist burning a hole through my skin, and I pulled myself away from him.
“You disappeared without a trace, no good byes no nothing” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, but I refused to let it show. I had spent too many nights thinking about this moment, about what I would say if I ever saw him again.
“For good reason” I shot back
“What reason?” he asked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming.
I forced myself to meet his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. “It doesn’t matter anymore, we’re divorced and if you don’t mind I’d like to go back to the party, I’m sure Vivianna needs me”
“You know once Vivianna and Paulo get married, we’re going to become a family whether you like it or not”
I had no words to response to that so I decided to walk away but he caught hold of my hands, his eyes drilling into mine and he said “Did you ever think of me at all, all these years that you’ve been running away?”
The question hung in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. My breath caught in my throat, but I didn’t dare look at him again. If I did, he might see the truth in my eyes, and that was the last thing I wanted.
So instead, I walked away, my heels clicking against the stone path as I made my way back to the party. The warmth of the house enveloped me as I stepped inside, but it did little to chase away the chill that had settled in my bones.
I barely had time to catch my breath before my mother materialized out of nowhere, her smile bright and insistent. “Helena, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you, there’s someone I’d like you to meet”
I tried to muster a polite smile, to give a silly excuse and slip away from her hold “Mom, I really don’t – ”
“Nonsense Helena” she interrupted, taking my arm and steering me toward a tall, broad-shouldered man with a face that looked like he had been carved specially by God, his eyes pierced me with their mysteriousness and while I tried not to gawk at this fine specimen of a man, my encounter with Dante still weighed heavily on my shoulder and I couldn’t help but be distracted.
“This is Christian, the man I told you about”
“Christian” I smiled.
“Nice to meet you Helena?” his voice was honey, but it wasn’t enough to keep me engaged. But just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante standing by the entrance, watching me, his expression unreadable.
Something inside me snapped, and I wanted nothing more but to make him jealous and that was if he cared enough to be. Well, there was only one way to find out.
“Nice to meet you too – Christian” I took his outstretched hands and batting my eyelashes at him before turning to my mother to give her a look which meant that her presence was no longer needed and I could take it from here which luckily for me, she understood.
I turned to Christian now, who held my gaze with utmost curiosity. “So you’ve always been in Algreen Cove or you’re just here for the wedding”
He looked relieved to have an easy question to answer “Moved here two years ago – business. It’s a promising town”
“Impressive” I replied, letting my smile widen a touch
“Your mother said you dance and you live in Paris”
I nodded “Professional ballet dancer and honestly I’m only here for the wedding”
His eyes dulled a bit but then they lightened up again instantly “How about you show me how good of a dancer you are and then maybe I could start thinking of reasons to convince you to stay”
I put on a mischievous smile, he was making this too easy for me.
I could feel Dante’s eyes burning into the back of my head, and I couldn’t resist the urge to twist the knife just a little deeper. I stepped closer to Christian as he took my hands and led me to the dancefloor. His hands safely placed around my waist as he drew me closer to him and guiding the way our body moved in rhythm to the soft music. I caught a glimpse of Dante out of the corner of my eye, his jaw clenched as he watched me with Christian. Satisfaction curled in my chest, and I leaned in a little closer to Christian, wrapping my hands around his neck as we spoke.
Christian’s gaze flicked to my lips, and I knew I had him but I wasn’t going to kiss him in a party that my father was attending but I could pretend to just to rile Dante up and watch him fist clench in anger, but when I looked back – Dante was gone.
Later on, I excused myself to go use the bathroom in my room upstairs and when I got there I stopped in my tracks when I found Dante sitting on my bed, like he was waiting for me. His eyes met mine and I frowned at him “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t respond immediately, instead he stood up and walked over to me, invading my space once again without my permission. Why couldn’t he just let me be?
“You like other men touching you, don’t you?”
“What!?” his words took me by surprise and I wondered if he was joking but there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice.
“He’s not good enough for you, he’s not from around here”
“And you’re good enough for me?”
Dante smirked, like I was asking a rhetoric question when there was an obvious answer.
“I swear to God Helena, if you let another man touch you one more time, I will deliver his hands to you wrapped in a pretty box”
I gulped
“And I do not bluff”
He slammed the door behind him
I could still feel the goose bumps on my skin even long after the party had ended, with Dante’s last words still echoing in my ears. His voice ran deeper than usual, an unusual scruff encasing his voice that proved he truly wasn’t bluffing.And I do not bluffOf course he doesn’t bluff, he wasn’t bluffing when he brutally divorced me five years ago and desperately clung to his slimy ex like it was his last life line. I could still see the dangerous glint in his eyes glaring at me, laying claim at what he had discarded years ago. He didn’t what other men touching me, I didn’t want other women touching him either but he went ahead to do whatever he pleased, just like he always did and I couldn’t complain, I couldn’t lay my own claim because I didn’t matter.Now that I was back better and prettier, he wanted me back. He didn’t want me at my worst, what made him think he deserved me now that I was better. I knew I couldn’t stay, not with him closer than ever now that Vivianna was getting
“I guess I’ll be able to make the performance after all” I said into my phone as I stared at my reflection at the mirror. It was my ballet instructor Margaux, firm as a rod but was the sweetest woman when she let down her tight bun and slipped into some comfortable converse instead of her ballet flats.“I thought you wouldn’t be back until after a week, is the wedding done already?” I was already unconsciously stretching my taut muscles just at the sound of her voice, and I could imagine her rallying around me, nagging until I got my postures correct.“Slight change of plans Margaux, I need to be back, I almost forgot why I left in the place” I said, I could imagine the slight nod of her head as she said “Alright then, see you when you get back, I’ll place you in the line up”“Just one hour Helena, and it’s done, you’re far away from here, away from him and away from where the truth matters”Just one hour.I sang it like a mantra.Mama and Papa weren’t too pleased with my decision to
I never made it to the airport, just one hour had turned into several hours later and that moment I was stuck in the hospital with my brother’s blood smeared on my face and the creamy dress I wore stained with his blood.“It was the Anotti clan” I heard Paulo say to my distraught sister and mama. Mama was hysterical, papa had been shot same with Luca, but Luca had died on the spot and Papa was in critical condition and from the looks of it, he wasn’t going to make it.I couldn’t listen anymore to mama’s hysterical sobbing after the doctor announced that Papa indeed didn’t make it, I needed to leave, go somewhere the smell of antiseptic and bad news wasn’t clinging to me like a second skin. My legs were shaking, but somehow they carry me forward into the hot afternoon air.I stumble out into hospital courtyard, gasping for air, feeling like I’m in a nightmare but just as I step out, I see Dante approaching.I don’t have strength for thisImmediately, I turn back around willing myself to
DANTE’S POV“The Anotti’s are going to pay for ruining my wedding brunch”I tapped my cigarette on the coffee table, a glass of whiskey in my hand while I listened to my cousin Paulo drone about how he was going to get back at the Anotti’s for what they did to the De Luca’s. It was all mouth of course, it wasn’t his fight and the only reason he seemed so upset about it was they were ruining his whole wedding experience with Vivianna, she seemed like a sweet girl but I doubted Paulo was doing it for love. No man in Algreen Cove got married based on just love, marriage was business for us, I’m offering your something and I want your sweet virgin daughter in return.Now this trailed my mind back to Helena, our marriage had been an alliance deal, strictly business, she would play the sweet doting and faithful wife and I helped her Papa move his goods across state and that was it. I didn’t have to be faithful, the D’angelo men were never faithful but as her luck would have it, I didn’t tou
HELENA’S POVI hear the gun shot, thick and loud, slicing through the suffocating air while my arm was held captive by Tony Anotti, the heard of the Anotti gang and apparently the one my father owes a large sum of money. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, a visceral jolt of fear rippling through me as I try to duck under the nearest seat but Tony holds me in place, his eyes widening from the suddenness of the sound. For a moment, I’m back at the brunch – my brother’s weight pinning me down and his blood dripping on my face. Panic claws at my throat, threatening to consume me.“Stay still woman” Tony swipes at me as I struggle in his arms, I see my sister and my mother holding each other in fear as the rest of the congregation scrabble out of the church from the sound of the gun.“Run” I tell them “Go – now!”They were hesitant to leave me behind but my sister pulls my mother out and a subtle relief ripples through me except it didn’t last, because just as they run out another
“So you want a marriage of convenience?” I watch him light another cigarette and takes a slow drag, exhaling the smoke in a lazy, deliberate motion “And let me guess, with no strings attached?”“I’m not going to be some puppet for you to control and do as you please. We get married for show, you pay off my father’s debt and we keep up the charade for a year at least and I go back to Paris, back to my life”He let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and dark, sending a shiver down my spine but I wasn’t done yet “I have rules, rules that we have to abide to if we want this to work”He doesn’t take his eyes off me “Speak Helena” why did he always have to call my name like that? causing the hairs at the back of my neck to stand at an awkward angle. I couldn’t meet his eyes anymore, whatever courage I had managed to summon in the last minutes was slowing dying with each second he fixated his dark eyes on me.I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke “Rule no. 1, sex is off the tab
I shivered slightly when he gripped my neck, his hands sliding upwards into my hair, then he pulled my face to his and it was so close his breath fanned my lips, hot with a hint of cigarette smoke.“Spread your legs” his command was cold in my ears and with a shaky inhale, I did as I was told.His hands ran up my legs, pressing him thumb into my inner thigh with a harshness that made my insides tighten in a way that I did not expect. My legs were spread and I felt the cool air brush my panties and I became suddenly aware of how wet I was. He pulled me closer until my bare breast grazed his chest. My breathing was erratic as he growled in my ears“God – Helena. I want you so bad it pisses me off” and then he bit my neck – hard.I whimpered at the impact, feeling the zing on my neck but the pain slowly morphed into pleasure when he pressed down on my clit through the fabric of my thong. He forced my head back and then he sucked a nipple into his mouth.I quivered, a soft moan escaping m
DANTE’S POV“What the fuck happened Helena?”She drew a deep breath, and rested her head against the seat “I really just want to go home Dante?”I grabbed her face, forcing her to look at me where my eyes could drill into hers “We’re not leaving until you tell me what got you so tensed up?”“I really don’t want to make a fuss about anything, you’re quite reckless D’angelo”“I won’t” well, it depends.“Then promise me you won’t do anything rash”“I promise” it was a bold faced lie.Then she sighed, her fingers intertwining together as she prepared herself to speak, her soft green eyes working their way into my chest “The worker – or cashier, I don’t know – ” her voice trailed off “Well, I bought a couple of things and he said he didn’t have any change so I turned around – ” she hesitated.“Jesus Christ, Helena – speak” I was growing impatient. Anger crept underneath my skin, it was slow but burning “Did he touch you?”“No” she said back a little too quickly “It wasn’t that big of a dea