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“For you, I’ll burn down anyone and anything in my way… to keep you safe. No one would fucking dare harm you while I’m still alive.”
His voice is deep and commanding. I want to forget everything, but the picture of Mother’s dead body flashes in my head, fueling my hatred towards him.
“I hate you, Alessandro. You took my mother and left me with my animal of a father. I’ll always hate you for that, if not for your fucking mind games.”
He lowers his lips closer to mine. If I lean forward an inch closer, I’d be devouring his sweet lips.
Fuck! Why does he have this effect on me? Even after knowing what he has done to Madre…
I hate myself so much right now. I hate myself for having missed the feeling of his lips on mine, and the comfort they bring me.
But I’m not letting him have his way this time. I’m not some fucking whore whom he can have whenever he pleases and trash whenever he changes his mind.
I try to twist my head to the side to stop myself from kissing him. His grip on my jaw tightens to keep my gaze fixed on him.
“Hate me all you want, Poppy; but I will burn down the world to protect you now. I've come to realize what I want now and there is no denying it anymore. I want you. And I won’t let anyone else ever touch you…or fuck you. You belong to me now.”
It has always been about sex for him.
“Testa di cazzo (Dickhead)!”
He pauses for a moment and gazes at my lips. It feels like he is about to kiss me as I feel his hot breath on my skin, but instead, he lets out a soft sigh and releases my jaw from his grip.
I flinch as he punches the wall instead, muttering a curse. He rests his head on the wall with his eyes shut. I can tell something is wrong, but we both stay in our places in silence for a few minutes.
“I didn’t kill her.” His face is still resting on the wall as he speaks. He doesn’t open his eyes or turn to stare at me. “I couldn’t.”
“Who?”
“Your mother.” He turns to face me. His face is disturbed as he forces himself to stare at me.
I’m the one with the scowl now. “You don’t get to fucking lie to me, Alessandro.”
“He used it as a test and I failed, Poppy. I just couldn’t do it.”
I pull myself up from the ground to stand on my feet.
“I couldn’t kill your mother. My father was the one who shot her when I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
What?
I feel a tiny bit relieved at first but then immediately I feel anger overtaking me again. Furiously, I walk towards him with my finger pointed at him.
“But you fucking let him do it.” My voice is higher and filled with strong emotions. Anger. Pain.
“What was I supposed to fucking do, Adriana? Kill my own father?” His voice is higher than mine, with a thickness that frightens me.
“You are a heartless coward, just like your sorry-ass father. You could never know how much it hurts to have lost her like that.”
He closes the distance between us. “I fucking do, Adriana. I fucking do, and I watched that son of a bitch kill her right before my eyes, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing to stop him.”
I don’t know what to say, realizing what he meant. We stare at each other in silence with a growing need to shout or fucking touch. The closeness between us is fucking torture to me. I’m so mad at him, and yet I want him to touch me in the unkindest ways.
“I’ll hate myself if anything bad happens to you,” he whispers.
I don’t stop myself from closing the gap between us and stretching to have his lips on mine. The need to seek comfort from him overwhelms me.
He kisses me hungrily like he has been starved for days with a sexually arousing hunger. I despise him so much, but I want him even more.
