Page 12 of The Bones We Break
“You might as well end me now. You got yourself in this messand I’ll never forgive you.” Sienna looks her husband dead in the eyes, pure disappointment emanates in the air.
“Sixty seconds, Michael. You’re wasting precious time and I have places to be.” He starts to trip over his words, a hellish roar releasing from his mouth. Frustration and fury turns his face a deep red colour, and the veins at the sides of his forehead bulge under the pressure. I fear his head may explode in front of us and this is a new suit.
“C’mon Michael, what’s it gonna be?” I tease.
“Michael please, just pick, I’m begging you to do the right thing.” Sienna cries as the words fall from her mouth.
The kitchen is silent for a split second, the tension growing thicker. We all share eye contact before Michael’s strained voice cuts through us.
“Take my fucking daughter! Have her! She abandoned us!” It’s eerily silent.
There it is folks, the answer I was bargaining on. Sienna screams like a banshee. A piercing, guttural noise coming from the depths of her soul.
“I fucking hate you! I hate you so much, with every fiber of my being, I hate you Michael!” Her head whips back and forth, the brunette strands falling over her face. She begins to rock the chair under her weight, the legs tipping everytime she swings.
“Sienna, baby, please. I did this for us! Annabelle was quick to jump ship, but.. Butyoustayed. You stayed with me. I’ll make this right, I promise.” Michael’s shitty attempt at an apology lands on deaf ears as Sienna throws herself into a fit of rage. Hot tears are streaming down her face with no sign of stopping, like a runaway train on a track. The blood from her wound starts to pool again, pumping out profusely down her arm until it seeps in between her fingers that are gripped to the chair arms.
She looks possessed.
Like a demon from another world has taken over her soul. Before I can even interject to stop this fucking madness, Sienna swings too far. It all happens in a split second. The two back feet of her chair lift, the front two slipping on the crimson liquid puddle on the kitchen floor tiles.
“SIENNA, NO!” Michael tries to stop the inevitable, but being bound to a chair makes that kind of thing very difficult. Almost in slow motion Sienna falls forward, gravity taking over as her face collides with the corner of the wooden table. The sharp edge embeds itself into her eye socket, the dark blood and eye juice start to leak out of the cavity that’s been carved into her face. Her mouth agape, frozen in torment.
It’s beautiful.
I throwLucyback to Nico and he catches it by the blade, then wipes the blood on his suit sleeve before sliding the knife back into his ankle strap where it belongs. My hands connect together in a loud clap, like one would at the end of a show when you almost can’t quite believe how incredible it was.Holy shit.
“Fuck me-. Nico, did you see that?” My excitement is palpable, the thrill of a gruesome kill setting my nerve endings on fire.
“It was very entertaining to watch, Boss.” He says with zero emotion. Christ, he’s almost as dead as me on the inside.
Turning to face Michael, his head dipped low, his chin resting on his chest. A string of snot slowly makes its way from his face into his lap, the grey fabric of his trousers soaking up the gooey substance. His shoulders begin to shake and tremble as he cries.
“Well, I better get going Mr Murphy. I have a hot date with your daughter that I don’t want to be late for, but let this be a warning to you. Don’t ever try to fuck with me again.”
With my final words I leave him strapped to the chair, being witness to his wife’s mangled face that’s become one with the kitchen table.
Time to claim my winnings.
I’m taken aback by the sheer opulence of Noir & Nectar. In all my life I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this place. The rich mahogany flooring beams under the warm glow of the ceiling lights, making it look like molten chocolate. The exposed brick work of the walls adds a rustic touch to the room without losing its expensive taste. My eyes wander to the left, noticing a long bar. It definitely looks handcrafted with a bronze metal bar running across the bottom to rest your feet on, accompanied by bronze bar stools with rich black leather seats and backrests. Two rows of wrought iron shelves line the back wall behind the bar, both packed with some seriously expensive spirits and wines. This definitely gives my cheap ass wine at home a run for its money. Even the bar staff are beautiful, a man and woman take their places behind the high bar, serving the customers who fit right into a place like this. My hand is still wrapped around Ricky’s bicep as the host, an older gentleman with warm eyes and greying hair comes to show us to our table.
“Table for two, Mr De Rossi?” Of course he knows who Ricky is.
Ricky simply nods before shooting a brief glance at me. I can already feel my cheeks heating under his gaze. How cansomeone have this much effect on me?
“Right this way, sir.”
I’m brought into the present by our host leading us further into the stunning room. We weave our way through the rich, dark tables until we’re at the back of the restaurant, the lighting is much darker here but still warming. The host extends his arm, pointing out our table. Ricky pulls my chair out for me and I tuck my red dress under my thighs before taking a seat, his slender fingers graze over the top of my naked shoulders, leaving a delicious heat in their wake. He takes the seat opposite me, then unfastens the black button on his suit, giving me the perfect view of his crisp shirt, the white material stretching over his chest with three buttons left open at his collar, his rich warm skin peeking out. I have to swallow to stop myself from drooling all over this fancy table.
“Sir. Madam.” The host regards us both. “Would you like to see the wine menu?”
Before I can say anything, Ricky answers for us, which is probably a good thing considering I’ve never drank the wine they have here.
“Yes. Thank you.” His voice oozed charm, but also a hint of authority. The tone has me squeezing my thighs together under the table. The host leaves us both at our table and I suddenly feel very exposed under Ricky’s stare. I was almost using the host as a buffer between us but now that he’s gone, I have nothing to shield my insecurities with. Clasping my hands together, I sit them on my lap to stop me fidgeting. Ricky’s voice washes over me like a hot sun, instantly warming me from the inside out.
“You’re not nervous are you, Annabelle? I promise I won’t bite.” He runs his tongue across the front of his pearly teethbefore giving me a panty soaking smile and I lift my chin, hoping to fake some confidence.
“I’m not opposed to biting.” I reply, keeping my eyes fixed on his. We stare each other down before we’re interrupted.
