Page 88 of Runaway in the Mafia
I dropped my head and stared at the floor. One drop of crimson joined the black and white tiled floor. Like my sins, it didn’t fall on the black. It fell on the white, so it was plain as a crime in daylight. Showing off the evil as deadly as it was. Because I must have been evil, right? I wasn’t sad. Wasn’t disgusted or terrified. My heart only filled with pure elationwhen Endrigo dropped to his death. For the first time, someone chose me. Vitale chose me.
“Here.” She placed one of my pyjama tops and shorts on my lap and dropped to her knees to unbuckle my sandals.How can I be ecstatic?I was still holding the clothes, my hands numbly wrapped around them when she was done with my sandals.
Her eyes were sad when she looked up. “It’s a shock in the beginning.” She squeezed my hand tightly. The one that wasn’t split open by a freaking knife. “It gets better.” Had Antonio killed a man for her? Had she… my gaze must have been disbelieving, because she laughed. “Seriously. Sometimes I even forget that Antonio is in this world.” She stood up. “Believe me. I wanted to leave him when I found out.” She stepped forward and undid my dress. “Let me help you get out of this. But it all changed.”
“How?” I squeaked, but she was staring at my breasts. I looked down to see she’d pulled the cup halfway down to reveal the fresh bite marks he’d left behind. My skin flushed. I clutched the folds back to my chest and jerked up. “I’m so sorry.”
Divya laughed and stepped back. “Don’t be. Nothing I’ve not seen…” her grin was knowing, “Or experienced before. But maybe it’s better you get changed without me.” She pulled the door open and walked out of the bathroom. “I’ll be right outside,” she called out.
I hurriedly dropped the dress to the floor and put on my top and shorts. Cursing my stupidness. Cursing everything that made me, me.
“You need something on that palm of yours—”
Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to finish, but she didn’t continue. When I came out of the bathroom, I found out why.
The lunatic with the key to my pounding heart crowded the doorway to my bedroom. His jacket and waistcoat were off. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Hair tousled like he’d run hishands through it more than usual. I guess slitting his uncle’s throat had disturbed him, too.
His gaze burned.
The air sizzled.
The room lit up like a live electric spark.
Neither of us noticed Divya creeping out, the door shutting behind her. I took two steps to him. He met me halfway through. I wasn’t sure if I jumped up or if he pulled me up. But I was in his arms, hanging on to him, arms and legs locked tightly around him.
His hands fisted in my hair, jerked my head up, and smashed his lips to mine. His kiss was angry, punishing. The wrong in me loved it. The wicked thrilled in it.
“Mi dispiace, mia ammaliatrice,”he groaned and bit along my neck. “I go fucking insane around you.” He pulled his gaze and pinned me with his angry glare. His breath was heavy. Out of control. “Make no mistake. I’m not apologising for any of it. I’ll do it again and again and a million times again if I have to. I should have just maybe not done it in front of the family. But I’ll slit a throat if I must. No one gets to disrespect you.”
He fired me up. Ignited the crazy in me. I was on him like a wild thing. He only hesitated for a beat before he went with it. Hands crawled and tugged. Lips bit and sucked. He tried to stride to the bed and hit the leg post on the way. It must have hurt, but all he did was grovel and eat my lips up like I was his dessert. My hands crawled in between us, and I yanked his shirt apart. A few buttons came loose and scattered all over the wooden floor.
“Ahana?”
Shit.We pulled apart. Gazes heavy. Breathing rushed.
“Can I come in?” Ada’s uncertain voice slipped beneath the door.
“Tell her no,” he growled while biting a line along my lip.
“I can’t.”
“Jesus Christ, woman. Do you want me to fucking kill someone every time you leave me hanging?” He strode over to the bed and dropped me on to it. I dropped faster than I expected, and a shriek spilled out of me.
“Ahana, you okay?” The handle was already pulling down, and with an angry growl, Vitale strode to the door.
He reached it just as his mother swung it open. He moved with the hinge smoothly, hiding behind it. Her gaze was lined with worry and uncertainty. Guilt torched me. While she’d been worried, I’d been trying to get into her son’s pants. I scuttled up to my ass and wrapped my arms around my folded knees.
“I thought...” She took one step into the room. “Would you prefer to be left alone?”
“No. It’s okay. You can come in.”
I could almost hear Vitale’s angry growl.
She nodded and walked up to the bed. I noticed the first aid kit in her hand, which she placed next to me.
“I thought I’d clean it up.” She smiled nervously.
“Yeah. Sure.”
