Leonardo was acting strange...he was acting strangely possessive and paranoid. He kept pacing up and down the room as I was getting ready for the morning and I was wondering what the problem could be.
"Is there someone that you want me to kill, Leonardo?" I asked him, my eyes on his figure that stood still when I finally spoke up. He'd been pacing up and down for more than an hour and I know he's strong and athletic, but his legs must hurt somehow.
"Don't even look at him, do you understand?" he snapped at me and I blinked, but I knew who he was talking about already, Salvatore.
I nodded my head, indicating my understanding.
"Stay away from him," he further added and I nodded again.
"I've decided to cut this visit short," Leonardo told me as he walked up to me and looked down at me as I sat on t
Salvatore left as soon as he snuck into Leonardo’s bedroom; said what he said and walked out like nothing happened while I sat up on the bed, straightening up and acted like nothing happened as well. I knew that if Leonardo found out, he'd go crazy, if his previous reaction is anything to go by.Leonardo kept true to his word, as soon as he was done with breakfast he was in the room, holding my suitcase as we walked off to his private plane that was parked in the backyard of Salvatore's home.On the ride back to his home in Milan, he didn't say a word to me throughout the ride, he only ordered the pilot to stop once in Florence for me to pick up some food and eat breakfast.For some reason I felt powerful, strangely very powerful. Not the kind of powerful that I feel whenever I take a life, but the kind of powerful where I knew I had an effect on two very powerful m
I have a certain routine every morning. I wake up before the sun rises and then go into Leonardo’s training basement that I’m the only one allowed to use. Leonardo ensured that I trained every day so that I wouldn’t forget any of his teachings and I would be able to specialise and further perfect my skills even more.Leonardo was a man driven by perfection and it had rubbed off on me because I wanted to be perfect in my craft. I wanted to make sure with each passing day that I was able to dismantle and put together the parts of guns faster than I did yesterday, I wanted to make sure that my fists were harder than steel each passing day and I wanted to make sure that I never became soft and continued being the cold hearted robot that I needed to be.I could only do so by always surrounding myself with evil and weapons, I could only do so if I trained for hours on end so that I could be better than I
As always I sat around the dining table by myself, eating my breakfast peacefully and alone with my thoughts. I can't really say that I enjoyed these moments but I can tell you that I appreciated them. Being alone with my thoughts was soothing and comforting because I lived inside my head.I had conversations with myself and tried to keep as sane as I could, "a penny for your thoughts?" a voice broke through my little bubble and I blinked once, before turning my head rigidly to look at Salvatore as he took a seat across from me in this lavish dining room.He sat down, casually leaning back in his chair and then looking at me with a smirk, "no good morning or good afternoon?" he asked me, a chuckle leaving his lips."Good afternoon, Salvatore," I responded, keeping my voice levelled as I reached for my teaspoon, eating the cereal and looking at him as I chewed and yo
"What are you doing, Leonardo?" I asked as I returned to my bedroom only to find my bedroom door wide open and Leonardo walking around it and throwing all of my clothes recklessly into a suitcase. I wanted to punch him in the throat for the disrespect but I just stood there and looked at him."Do you honestly think I'm going to just let you sleep here with Salvatore in the room across the hall?" he asked me incredulously, like I was being silly for thinking that he would let me sleep in my own bedroom.I fought not to furrow my eyebrows in irritation, "so where will I be sleeping, Leonardo?" I asked him as he moved up and down my room like a crazed man.He looked at me like the answer was so obvious, "with me, in my bedroom," he told me as he ran his hand wildly through his hair before he managed to squeeze all of my clothes into the three suitcases and then zipped them up."Help me wit
"You think you're in control, baby cousin, but you're not," Salvatore chuckled as he lifted the plastic teacup, putting it to his lips as he took sips of the imaginary tea that Benedetta made for us.I clenched my jaw, wanting to throw this plastic table over and watch it hit him in the face but I held back because Benedetta wouldn't be the least bit impressed and would probably chew my ear off, "Salvatore go enjoy some of your American whores," I told him, responding to him in French so that Benedetta wouldn't understand.Salvatore liked many women but he had this unhealthy obsession with American women. He's always told me they were really nothing special, he just liked to use them as he desired because they were much easier to bed than women from anywhere else in the world."Who says I won't?" he replied, speaking in French German. That's what happened whenever he and I talked in front of other people, w
"Thank you for the invite and the delicious food, Benedetta," I told her smoothly as I watched a line of servants enter the bedroom and start placing actual food in front of us and I was more than relieved because we would be eating actual food.It was starting to feel a bit weird."You look beautiful, Unicorn," Salvatore told me with a dark look in his eyes and I tilted my head, running my hand along my neck before I did something I've never done before in front of anyone after I became Unicorn, I smiled."I know, Salvatore," I told him, referring to his name and I watched as he raised an eyebrow before a grin spread across his face and he bit his bottom lip, "only the best for the guest of honour," I continued as I reached for the spoon and started eating the potato leek soup."I'm glad that you've dressed up for me, Unicorn. I must say, this shade of green was made for you," he drawl
I wasn't really worried about whatever Leonardo would say. He let his emotions get the better of him and he needs to stop doing that. For that very reason, I hold power over him. I am the one in control because I can control his emotions.I stepped out of the shower and looked at the wig that I had placed on one of my mannequin heads that Leonardo had managed to bring for me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, looking at myself with no make-up and no artificial hair.I hated looking at myself like this because I hated seeing myself bare. I feel so much like my old self when I've taken away the make -up and the wigs because I'm met with the average scared little girl.I always manage to shut the memories out but when I'm standing like this, I'm no long unicorn. I'm that South African township girl who grew up eating magwinya and atchaar and travelling in minibu
"I didn't see you at dinner," a voice broke through the silence in the kitchen, while I was buried into the pantry, trying to get some food because I was starving.I stepped out of the pantry, recognizing the husky voice that belonged to Salvatore, "Salvatore," I breathed out in surprise wondering why he was up, "you're awake," I told him, as I looked around the empty kitchen.I had reason to be up, after what Leonardo did to me, I passed out and he left me sleeping in his bed. So, subsequently I missed dinner and only woke up a few minutes ago, with my stomach growling loudly and begging for food. I came downstairs into the kitchen and well, here I am.Even at this time, Salvatore was wearing a suit and it looked like he wasn't sleeping because his hair was still perfectly intact, "and so are you," he told me with a smirk as he placed his hands in his pockets and looked at me with a raise
I wanted to make sure that I looked my best. I pulled out all of the stops for tonight. A long white and fancy dress with a slit that reached my upper thigh, letting my thick thigh escape through it. I purposefully crossed my legs, making sure to show more skin to drive Arrigo crazy. I had my wig straightened and laid flat against my head, my eyes smoky and dark to give me the look that I wanted.It worked like I knew that it would. Arrigo was a sucker for skin and sexual advances and that's what I kept doing. I kept moving my feet below the table, rubbing my high heel against his crotch as I listened to him promise me a passionate night.Arrigo had certainly pulled out all of the stops for this dinner. His large dining room was set up so lavishly and decadent with all sorts of food and candles; rose petals and sparkling wine, and all types of champagne.If I hadn't known that he'd killed my family, I would
*Violent Chapter*~"Bennie and I are going out for a date," Arrigo told me as he entered the basement and watched me train. I was trying to get my mind off my family but I was drowning in memories, "I'll come back home later on, then you and I can have dinner. You know, just the two of us," he told me as he walked up to me and planted a kiss on my lips and I let him.I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying the way that he held me, "ok," I responded and he pecked me one last time before he walked out of the basement and I went back to emptying clip after clip.~That was an hour ago and I should have been making my way to my bedroom but I couldn't. I had to make a stop elsewhere.I looked behind me making sure that no one saw me as I walked to Arrigo's office and I opened the closed door sneaking into the dark office. I closed the door behind me
I know I should be keeping my distance but Arrigo refuses to let me. I should be in my room, sleeping or watching some documentary, not in Arrigo's massive kitchen with Bennie and him, while dressed in pyjamas, laughing hysterically as we decorate cupcakes and cookies that the chef had made for this particular activity."Really?" Bennie asked her father as she looked at his decorated cupcake and cookie.We were playing this silly game where Arrigo and I had to decorate a cupcake and a cookie to the best of our ability and Bennie would be the judge of it.The winner gets bragging rights and one of Bennie's sashes."What is this?" she asked her father, standing with her hands on her hips as she peered down at her father condescendingly. She was standing on the kitchen island so that she seemed superior wearing a chef's hat and white
The two were still sucking up to me and apologizing because even two days later my face was still marked. Of course it wasn't as dark as it was before, but it was taking way longer to come off even though I was bathing and scrubbing my face close to four times a day.I was milking their guilt though. Breakfast in bed, I don't have to lift a finger for anything in the house and Leonardo has dismissed me from doing any kind of work. So this is like the vacation I've always needed but never got the chance to ask for."It seems to be coming off a whole lot now," Leonardo said as he and Bennie watched me eat the breakfast that they brought for me. Yes, I call her Bennie now, because her full name is a mouthful and she seems to really like the nickname because even Leonardo is calling her Bennie so it's clearly catchy."You look a lot better," Bennie agreed with her father and I shrugged as I looked at the two, s
"Shh, shh," I heard a giggle as I felt something being applied to my face and I fought to not open my eyes."She looks ridiculous," I heard Leonardo whisper to his daughter before they both burst out laughing in soft whispers as they continue their assault on my face."But you'll wake her up if you keep laughing, daddy, now hurry up and colour her nose red," I heard Benedetta scold her father before she burst into a fit of giggles.I've been awake since the very moment they both decided to wake up and conspired to make me look like a clown. I would've told them I was awake but I wanted to see if they had the guts to do what they were planning on doing and it turns out, they do.I've been patiently lying here with my eyes closed and breathing laboured to make sure they believe that I'm fast asleep. I felt too bad to wake up now since they were both so excited to do this together.
I walked towards Leonardo's bedroom wanting to speak to him about my ammunition. I'd ran out of bullets yesterday morning and he hasn't replaced them and that to me is a very big issue because that hinders my training. I stood at his bedroom door hoping that I wouldn't walk into anything strange or R rated because I really just wanted to say what I needed to say and walk out.I pray he won't be in that sad mood, as much as I knew that I should let him be, he needs to man up. He's been locked up in his room for two days, he needs to pull his socks up and deal with what he did those years ago and let it go.I know that sounds rich coming from me, but how long will he hold this in? How long will he keep this burden of guilt? He should try to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and raise her to be the best that she can be.But hey, what do I know? I'm not i
Am I sweating? Oh God, I think I'm sweating. Why the fuck am I breathing so loud? Do I have a booger up my nose or what because I swear it sounds like a whistle? No ways, there's no way that I have a booger up there, I just took a shower and made sure I thoroughly cleaned myself. For crying out loud, I even blew my nose.Oh God, I hope I brushed my teeth properly and none of them are a little bit yellow or worse...bad breath.This is so stupid of me, why am I so damn nervous? I'm not afraid of this little girl, who was sitting across from me in the massive dining room, and watching me with scrutinizing eyes so I met her glare with the same intensity.I swear Benedetta is too adult for a child. In fact, she's not a child, she's a grown adult trapped in a little girl's body because she was making me feel nervous.I mean, what do I say to a child? Hello, do you like toys? What's your favou
After that fateful day, things went back to normal. It was like Salvatore was a storm who came and caused wreckage in our lives and the second that he left, Leonardo and I picked up the pieces and rebuilt whatever we had before.Life went back to normal, I went back to being Unicorn, the real Unicorn and Leonardo went back to being Leonardo. We fell back into our old routine of not being in each other's way unless he called for me. It's been two weeks since then, and I've fallen back into my daily routine.Except today, Leonardo and I were going to check on some of his shipment and distribute it while we're at the harbour. Just like we used to do before, I'm sitting in the driver's seat of his Rolls Royce Sweptail, driving towards one of his many private harbours and he's sitting in the passenger seat, peacefully drinking his brandy as he looks out of his window.I'
I didn't want to, I really didn't but for the first time since I've become Unicorn, I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down and sob because I had this little bit of hope that he would actually stay. After everything that we did last night, I opened up my heart for him. I let him in, in ways that I've never let anyone else into my life.