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“No. You won’t.”
He moves his blade to one of Matt’s wrists, just below where his arm is tied down to the metal chair.
“This is going to hurt.” Then he grins manically and begins to saw.
I wince as blood spurts out of Matt’s arms and his screams bounce through the room.
Fucking hell.
I’ve seen enough.
Murder is part of my daily life as much as the next mafioso, probably more, but torture? Not my style.
I shake my head. I guess that’s why it’s best he’s left for Nico. I would’ve just choked the bastard to death and thrown his body over into the water.
“I’ll be outside,” I say, turning my back on Matt’s pleas for mercy. “No rush.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take my time.”
The next scream that comes out of Matt’s mouth makes my skin crawl.
Now seems as good a time as any for a cigarette.
13
Christina
Being stuck at home while the boys are at work was bad. But waiting for them to come home from… whatever they are doing… is much, much worse.
I’ve sent at least 20 texts and called each of them twice – but no answer. Everything goes to voicemail, and the messages turn green.
I don’t know what to think.
They’ve left me here, alone, while they what? Go off and terrorize Matt? Kill him?
I want to scream but that would draw the attention of the guards. I definitely don’t want that.
If this is what being a part of the Mafia is like for a woman, I want no part.
When pacing the living room is no longer satisfying enough, I opt to explore the first floor, only to find that Albert’s men guard nearly every door that’s closed off.
This giant home is beginning to feel like a prison cell rather than an elegant manor.
One thing is for sure: I refuse to live the rest of my life like this.
Mario – the only guard I can consistently remember the name of - is standing in the hallway by the grand staircase. His attention on the men gathered around him who disperse at that nod of his head.
I walk the last two steps into the room.
He turns to look at me, not surprised.
He’s clearly been told what’s going on, and it makes it all feel that much worse. How hard would it have been to just fucking text me?
Matt is my ex, shouldn’t I get to know?
I hate that I’m being kept in the dark on purpose.
“Where did they go?” I ask.
