Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
But one thing at a time. Dmitri will have to wait. I turn back to Lucien, remembering it all, the basement, those men. It’s that nightmare that comes like clockwork in the weeks leading up to my birthday except it’s the real version. The part that happened. It’s the memory Tilbury tried to fucking electrocute out of my brain. But things didn’t go exactly right, I guess. He erased a full year, and now it’s come rushing back.
My dad came for me. I remember that, too. He was too late, though. They’d already broken me. And I’d killed them for it.
I look down at my bruised, scratched hands. My bloody hands.
I can see Dad’s face in my mind’s eye as clear as day. His eyes when he saw me with the gun still in my hand. All that blood on me. All that blood staining every surface. I think seeing that broke him a little too. He carried me out of there. And then came the incident with the bleach and then Dr. Tilbury.
“Considering,” Dmitri says, calling me back into the present. He takes a half step away, one corner of his mouth curved upward but not in any way close to a smile. He’s thinking. Calculating. “It was you, wasn’t it? You were the one who blackmailed her with those photos.”
My mouth falls open. What? Lucien blackmailed my mother?
“What did you do?”I start, making a move toward Lucien. Dmitri effortlessly catches me and keeps me tight to his side, one arm wrapped around me to trap me against him. He barely looks at me. Just studies Lucien closely like he’s putting a puzzle together as I struggle to remove the steel bar that is his arm.
“I tried to get you your daughter, but Sonny’s men screwed that up. You can trade Vittoria for the kid.”
A trade? For Emma? What the hell is he talking about? I stop struggling, confused. I turn to look at Dmitri’s face. His ice-blue eyes.
Dmitri grins, passing me off to one of his men, and I watch as he steps right up to Lucien.
“The little girl isn’t mine. But I think you already know that.”
I watch, dumbstruck as Dmitri walks a menacing circle around Lucien, then comes to stand in front of him.
“I think I understand things now.”
Lucien looks back at me, then around at all the men. He miscalculated. And he knows it. He nervously checks his watch.
Dmitri takes him by the back of the neck and forces him to look up at him. “You have somewhere to be, boy?”
“The kid’s yours. I swear.”
“Impossible. Medically impossible.”
It takes a moment for the color to bleed from Lucien’s face, and I get a feeling Dmitri’s calm tone is a warning of the rage to come rather than anything else.
“She was going to come away with me. Did you know that?” He turns to me. “But she wouldn’t leave you behind. That’s why I let her stay in that house, knowing what I knew.” He turns back to Lucien. “But that day, she’d come to leave me.” He shakes his head. “I demanded to know if it was that bastard husband, if he’d raped her, because I was going to kill him. I was halfway out the door to kill that motherfucker like I should have done when I saw the first bruise. But she stopped me. She told me she was leaving me. She had to, or he’d take her children from her when he found out about us. She showed me a photo and told me there were more. So many more. And if she didn’t walk away, her husband would see them, and she knew he’d take away the thing she loved most.”
Tears fall for my mother. I sob for her. For the sadness of her life. For the loss of her.
“You look like her. So much like her. You even cry like her,” he says to me. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that sound of her sobbing. She had no choice, she said, and I understood.” He releases Lucien and looks at me. “I loved her enough to understand why she was choosing her children over us.”
I feel a kinship with this stranger whose eyes shine with emotion at the memory of my mother. He loved her.
“My mistake.” His voice is so hard, the shift so unexpected, that it chills me. He gives Lucien his full attention. “My mistake was that I let her go. I left her alone and unprotected in a house with the likes of you. Of your father. And you killed her.”
Lucien swallows hard and shakes his head. “That wasn’t me. That was Dad.”
“Yeah?” Dmitri asks, grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head and tugging his head backward. “Explain.”
“He had the mechanic rig the brakes. Arranged for a car chase. He couldn’t stand looking at her after he found out the truth.”