Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I get ready for bed and climb under the sheets, my eyes glued to the window that overlooks the sea.
I already know I've made a horrible mistake. But there's more about this situation. Something that just feels terribly wrong. Why would two mafia princes be all alone up here? Surely, they should have people helping them, allies making things easier. Even Eleanora and the guard would've been helpful, and they killed them both.
I listen to Vitto and Luigi arguing as they bury the corpses outside. I feel sick, closing my eyes shut and trying to pretend none of this is happening. I can't help overhearing their conversation, the sound of damp dirt falling on the bodies, and the moment they hit the ground. I want to cry, but there are no tears left, only deep, shameful regret that reminds me I've made the worst decision of my entire life by coming here.
I hear Luigi and Vitto arguing long into the night. I manage to catch some sleep only because I'm so fucking exhausted my eyes are shutting and I can't resist my pillow. The night is filled with restless dreams and nightmares.
I wake up even more tired the next morning.
A long shower makes me feel better. I get dressed in some of the clothes that at the house, sixties outfits with floral dresses. I put a sunhat on and head out into the garden. This is nice, at least. I never had the freedom of going outside like I wanted to before. It feels good.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I turn toward the terrace doors where Vitto is standing with an enraged expression.
"Nothing," I reply. "Just wanted to get some fresh air."
"You can't stand out there, someone's going to see you," he hisses. "Come back in her."
I purse my lips but do as I'm told. He didn't have a problem with me being outside yesterday, and why is it fine for him and Luigi to go out, but not me? They're just as recognizable, if not more, as the sons of two of the biggest mafia families on the island. This is all ridiculous.
I sit in the living room instead, my heart pounding with fear as Vitto joins me. "Where is Luigi?"
"Your manners are piss poor," Vitto tells me. "You don't speak unless you're addressed, remember?"
I nod. I'm slowly starting to realize agreeing with him gets me out of trouble faster than just arguing back.
"As for your brother," Vitto goes on, shooting me an approving look. "He's gone to town to get some supplies. He'll be back tonight."
I swallow thickly. This means I have to spend the rest of the day alone with Vitto.
And to be honest, I'm fucking terrified of what he's capable of now that there's no one here to stop him...
39
Adrian
My best men are out there, trying to find Marzia. I don't know where she is. No one else saw her that day in the docks, and I'm not sure myself whether she was a mirage or if I really saw her.
I'm fucking devastated. The thought of Donatti getting his hands on my woman makes me want to kill. But there's nothing I can do.
We start by inspecting the garage that was robbed on the day of my wedding. I know it's Luigi and Vitto's work. What hurts the most is knowing that they took some of Marzia's work. Paintings and sketches I'd sent in to have framed are missing from the garage. Everything is gone, wiped out. It's as if Marzia never even existed at all.
I just can't stop thinking about her. And the worst part is, Marzia still doesn't know she's pregnant. She could be risking the baby's life without even knowing. Even worse is the thought of Vitto hurting her when he finds out.
I kick the wall of the garage, cursing out loud in frustration when they tell us they've once again found nothing to lead them back to the pricks who did this.
"Are you telling me there aren't any security cameras?" I snarl at one of the guards. "No footage, fucking nothing from when it happened? How is that fucking possible? How can you be so goddamn incompetent—"
"Adrian," Father speaks up in his calming voice. "Don't attack them. We'll handle this." He dismisses the guard.
My body fucking shakes as I run my fingers through my hair. "How are we going to handle this? She's fucking gone. We may never find her again."
"Adrian, we'll find her. I won't let them take her."
"Now you care," I scoff. "But before you were more than eager to end her life."
Father doesn't say a word, just purses his lips, and glares at me. "Come on, let's go back to the house."
The drive back is quiet and uneventful even though my head is swimming with a thousand thoughts on how to punish Vitto and Luigi for what they've taken away from me. I fucking hate those two bastards and can't fucking wait to make them pay for everything they've done.