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“Rot in hell.” I drive the stick deeper into his chest, twisting it as it goes.
“I want Aldo’s fucking head!”
Chapter twenty-two
Adriana
“Let me out!” I hit the door, banging on it hard. Alessandro’s men brought me back to his damn house. They dragged me to the basement and locked me up. Alessandro wasn’t around when we arrived.
I yell again, pounding on the door. No one responds. “Vaffanculo (Fuck you)!”
My fists hurt from hitting the door. The sting in my head is worse. I have no fucking idea if Beatrice is alright, especially after her husband’s been killed.
“Please let me out. Please help,” I whimper, sliding down with my back to the door.
I’m crying, hurt from everything that has happened in the last few hours. Gabriele died, and Beatrice had to watch him get shot. And I couldn’t do a fucking thing to save them. I hug my knees and cry my eyes out. I’m at the last place I want to be right now.
Alessandro would kill me for trying to shoot him dead. Father’s still searching for me.
My life’s pretty fucked up and I wish so much that Beatrice didn’t save me the last time I cut myself up. I crawl away from the door in search of anything to use to kill myself.
I’m not letting anyone have the satisfaction of having me as his prisoner. The basement is illuminated with a single bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. Boxes covered in dust are littered in the room. I push over a few to find anything sharp enough to get it over with.
Most of the boxes are empty, with a few infested with rats. I squirm away from the pile as I hear squeaking noises, spotting one jump out of a box and running in my direction. It’s all useless. That’s the same way I feel about myself now. I sigh heavily, resting my back on the wall and sliding to the dirty floor.
My heart’s pounding, knowing Alessandro will be back soon. I’ve seen how ruthless he gets when he is mad. I can only hope he gives me a quick death. That would be my last wish for him. I’ve had enough already, of him, of Father and of this shitty life of mine.
I lean my head against the wall, patiently waiting for the door to get unlocked. There’s no window here to see the outside or even track the time. My wound is aching but at least the stitching is holding up.
I have no idea how long I’ve waited alone in the room, but I hear the locks now. I’m hugging myself, slowly shifting further away from the door. My heartbeat grows louder. And faster.
Alessandro walks into the basement with a scowl. He smells clean, with his hair dripping some water. He doesn’t break our eye contact as he takes slow steps toward me.
I’m shifting further as he tries to get close until I hit a dead end. Stupid wall.
“Who had his fucking hands on you? On my woman?”
He is mad. His grey eyes are shooting daggers at me as he narrows his eyes on me with furrowed brows and crease lines on his face.
“I’m not your fucking woman. Not anymore.”
I feel like his gaze is now drilling deeper into me.
“I said who fucking touched you, Adriana? And you will fucking answer me right this moment,” he growls with a now-threatening voice.
I shake my head in response, pushing myself into the wall. If I could only disappear into it.
“No one did. No one touched me!” I yell out of fear.
He doesn’t break his gaze as he lowers himself on his knees beside me. He makes me gasp as he leans forward toward me. I’m scared he might hurt me with his fingers making their way to my throat. He grips my throat lightly and raises my head to face him.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Poppy.” He squeezes my jaw gently.
“Why do you care anyway?”
“Because he won’t be breathing any second longer.”
Alessandro wets his lower lips as he stares into my eyes. His eyes are still very much filled with anger. But there’s something more to them. Hints of pain overshadowed by anger. The scowl on his face doesn’t disappear as he flicks his gaze on my lips, then back to my eyes.
