Page 108 of Legacy
She’s so still, like she’s given up, but then.
Yes!
She hits his nose, but he doesn’t get off her instead he wraps his hand around her throat.
My mouth goes dry.
Santo doesn’t speak. He doesn’t flinch. But the air in the room dies.
I can feel the rage in him, low and thrumming like a beast caged too long. Controlled. Just barely.
I hear it in the crack of leather beneath his grip as his hand tightens on the armrest. I see it in the tension rippling up his neck, in the vein that ticks once at his temple.
But it’s his eyes that undo me.
Fixed on the screen. Drowning in it.
And I know—I know—he’s not just seeing her.
He’s seeing every second he wasn’t there. Every scream she swallowed. Every nightmare she’s had.
And I—Fuck, I’m watching him break.
If that were Adriana, I would’ve torn the world in half. I would’ve set fire to every man who ever touched her wrong.
He’s holding it in. For now.
Barely.
She’s still fighting. Her legs kick. Her nails dig into the floor. Her hands scrape against the ground, desperate for anything and she gets it, the knife he dropped.
She swipes it up and slits his throat.
Then blood.
So much blood.
She scrambles out from under him, gasping for air. She grabs her gun and shoots him again before running into the elevator.
I turn off the footage.
Santo stands abruptly and I think he’s going to bolt, but he looks at me, his face calm, unreadable.
“You did this to her.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. You and your lies and your secrets. You did this.”
I stand now.
“No, her father—”
“Was a bastard and he’s dead now, butyouknew. You said you had a feeling. You did this.”
He’s so calm. Like we both didn’t just watch the worst thing imaginable and yet he’s passing blame to me.But I know him.He’s so pissed off and remains calm, because Santo is perfect.
The smart one.
