Violet“What do you expect ?” I turn towards him .“I’m escaping “"Not having much success, are you?" He prowls over to me, pauses on the ramp near the motorboat which has begun to drift away from the ramp. "Come back to me," he orders. "Now.""No." I shake my head, "No, I will not.""And you?" He glares at Carlos. "I trusted you," his jaw hardens, "my brother, my second in command, The man I believed in all these years.""Excuse me while I play the violin for your woes." Carlos laughs."What’s gotten into you Carlos ?" Alessio tilts his head, "This is not you. This bitter, cynical man, who is betraying me, This is not the brother I know.""You don't know me very well then, do you?" Carlos’s lips turn down in a sad smile, "You only ever saw what you wanted; you always believed that you knew what was best for all of us.""What are you talking about?" Alessio frowns,"My entire life, to date, has been devoted to protecting all of you.""If only that were true," Carlos says in a low
VioletI can’t believe I did that ,I felt horrible ,What was I thinking"Alessio !" I scream as his head disappears under the water, "Oh, my god, Alessio !" I spring up, ready to dive into the water, but Carlos catches me around my waist."Let me go," I yell. "Alessiol! No! I have to go to him.""If you jump into the water now, you know what he’s going to do to you, right? He’ll not only imprison you, he’s going to kill you, and then you’ll never be able to see your sister again."Not my sister Nina .My breath hitches.I need to get out of here so I can return to her. It’s what I want, right? It’s why I had first stabbed Alessio, then run away from him when he'd been occupied with fixing food in the kitchen. I swallow but my chest still felt heavier .But what if Alessio drowned ,I will never forgive myself . I stop struggling and Carlos releases me. He focuses on steering the motorboat.I stare back at the receding jetty as the boat pulls away. The wind whips my hair into my face and I
"We have to hurry ,Violet before one of his guys finds us."Right. I take his hand and he helps me onto the jetty.Two hours later, we draw up in front of his safe house on the outskirts of Bagheria. Someone had been waiting for Carlos with a car at the jetty.He’d glanced at me, and had seemed surprised. Following a flurry of conversation in Italian with much gesturing from the other guy, he’d finally seemed pacified and had left. Carlos had driven us here.I follow him inside and he scans the space, then points me to one of the bedrooms at the end of the corridor. "That’s yours. Why don’t you shower and see if you can find some extra clothes in there, left by some of the other guests before us?” I glance at him and he shrugs. "May as well get comfortable because I am not sure how long we’re going to have to stay here."I strip off my clothes and the Alessio Knife falls to the ground . I stare at it and tears prick my eyes again. I pick up the knife, still in its sheath, press it to
I stare at him, trying to process his words, trying to make sense of what he said. "What do you mean he didn’t make it?" I throw the covers off, jump out of bed. "Who did you speak to? Maybe they are lying. He made it out of the water. Of course, he did. He had to… You, yourself, said that he’s not easy to kill, that he had a hard head, remember? He has to be alive. He can’t be dead."Carlos shakes his head, "I’m sorry," he murmurs, "Fab announced it at a meeting of the family. He is taking over temporarily as Capo.""No," I shake my head, "no, no, no, it can’t be true." The world tilts and my vision narrows as black spots creep into my periphery. I blindly reach behind me, find the edge of the bed, and sink back down. "Please, no. Not A…Alessio ." My voice breaks and tears flow down my cheeks. I cover my face in shame.I killed him .How could this have happened? How could I have killed my…own husband…the possible father of my child? The only man who’s ever touched that part deep ins
Violet I stare at the window of the car thinking to myself that I am actually attending my husband funeral ,I can’t believe I was a murderer. In front of me are the steps to the church and next to it, and tucked a little to the side, is a small chapel, which is where the wake is being held, apparently.I toy with the wedding ring on my finger ,then cover it with my palm,It’s the last piece of Alessio and I am never letting it go . "You don’t have to do this, you know." Carlos’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to find him staring at me, a concerned look on his features. "I do." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Thanks for bringing me here." "I would have come in with you…but—" "No, that’s fine." I clutch at the edges of the thin black veil that covers my face. "This is something I need to do myself." He looks as if he is about to say something, then stops himself. "Good luck," he murmurs as I push open the door of the car and step out. A gust of wind whips my hair about my
Alessio "Hello, Beauty." I bare my teeth, and her body trembles .Her gaze widens and color drains from her face. "No," she shakes her head, "No, no, no." "Yes." I allow my smile to widen, "Oh, yes, my darling wife." "It can’t be." Her voice wavers and her chin trembles. She looks like she has seen a ghost, which of course, is what I am to her now. It should be almost comical. I should enjoy just how terrified of me she seems to be, except…The throbbing pain at my temple where she had smashed the oar into me insists that she is real, and standing in front of me, arm outstretched. Tears glisten on her cheeks. She opens and closes her mouth, grows even more pale. She pulls back her arm and I swoop my hand out and grab her wrist. She sways; her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs seem to give way and she slumps toward the floor."Che cazzo!"I growl as I sit up, then leap over the side of the coffin. I catch her before she hits the floor, then pull her into my arms as I sink to the f
Violet Anger rolls off him in waves, and the hair on the back of my neck rises. I stare up into his blue eyes and shiver. There is no trace of the man who had fucked me. Or of the man who had married me.Who had made pancakes for breakfast for me. This man is closed up and hurting. He is furying at me . At the world. He is wounded, and not just from the physical hurt I had caused him. It’s the fact that I had run away from him. That I had taken the little bit of empathy he had begun to show me, and turned it against him. I had left him…had insulted him, had ground his ego underfoot as I had run away from him… With the help of his brother, who had also betrayed him. It probably convicts his brother doubly in his eyes.I chew the inside of my cheek, "I… I know you are angry with me Ales, but—""You know nothing." His voice is low, so hard… So harsh that a shiver runs down my spine. He is shutting down, taking any emotions that he may have once shown me and shoving them so deep down that
Violet I stiffen, turn to stare at him over my shoulder. He holds my gaze as his features take on an impenetrable look. I have come this far. I can do this. If this is the only way to get through this, then I am going to let him screw me in the arse. I wince, then steel myself. Tip up my chin, and shake my head. "No," I say in a firm voice, "I want you to take my arse. I want you to buryyourself inside my—" He pumps his hips and breaches my backhole. Oh, bloody hell. I dig the heels of my palms into the ground, grit my teeth against the strangeness of the sensation. I won’t lie, it’s painful, and weird…and feels unnatural… It feels like… I have something up my arse… Which I do. I swallow down the stupid giggle that bubbles up. Jeez, that’s what comes of having a stupid sense of humor. It takes me by surprise at the most inconvenient of times. He grips my hips, and I sense him stay still as he allows me to adjust to his size. Then he reaches around and cups my breast. He tweaks my n