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With my hand still around her waist, I walk out onto the street with her and wave down a taxi. I open the door, and before she climbs inside, I kiss her one more time. Fuck, I want her so badly.
When I release her, she climbs into the seat with a wide smile spread across her lips.
“I'll call you tomorrow,” I tell her.
“I'll be waiting.”
I close the car door and watch the taxi drive away. I have a massive smile painted on my face and I just know; I know, without a doubt, that she is mine. She belongs to me, and I'llmake sure she knows it when the time is right.
11
Seraphina
When I step intomy apartment and flick the light switch on, it is almost midnight.
My date with Antonio this evening went really well. Much better than I could have hoped for. We spoke about so many things, and to be honest, I find him to be quite charming.
Never mind how gorgeous he is.
I won’t be falling for any of that.
I roam into the kitchen, kicking my high heels off on the way, and flick on the kettle. I need a cup of tea. My mind is feeling agitated with excitement. So many things in my life are aligningperfectly, and finally, after these years, I feel as though I might be on the path that leads me to the thing I want most.
Revenge.
I know that if the people who killed my parents are still alive; they have no right to be. I want them dead. But before I kill them, I want them to know what it is like to lose someone they love. This dark, hidden side of who I'm is not something I'm proud of. But it is what they have created inside of me. Those murderers made me this way. They created that darkness. It has had years to fester in my heart and one day, they will come face to face with their own creation, and they will regret it. I want toseethat regret in their eyes. I want to see their pain.
I lean against the kitchen counter, lost in thought. Antonio was telling me very little about New York or his family there. He pretends he doesn’t know much about them, wasn’t expecting I saw his secret meeting with the Italian lady. A smile drifts across my face.
The kettle clicks just as the water boils furiously.
I pull my favorite mug from the shelf and select a vanilla and rose tea bag from my bamboo box. I pour the steaming water into my mug while thoughts of Antonio and his family run through my mind. He seems to be quite taken with me. That is fantastic. It is going to help me carry out my plan. As long as I can keep up this ridiculous act and make him believe I'm actually interested in him as well, I'llfind out what I want to know.
I drop the tea bag into the hot water and watch the color bleed from the thin papery walls into the surrounding liquid. Streams of bright gold that swirl and twist like blood flowing into water. My eyes locked onto the beautiful flow while thoughts of revenge drift in the same manner through my body. Antonio is the key to everything.
I'm more determined than ever to go through with my plan now.
I grasp the mug, making my way to the bedroom, mindful of the tasks that await me tomorrow. Settling my thoughts for a night of rest is paramount, yet I'm aware it won't come easily tonight. The thrill of a new opportunity surges through me, both exciting and energizing, but it's crucial not to let this distract me from my other plans. Diversifying my focus is essential—I can't afford to pour all my energy into a single aspect.
In the morning, I'm woken up by the sound of my phone vibrating against my bedside table.
I reach out and grab it, wanting it to shut up so that I can get at least another thirty minutes of sleep. But then I think to myself that it might be Antonio, and I prop myself up on my elbows to stare at the phone.
It is ah gung. Considering that a phone call from him is rare, I slide the green button across the screen to answer it.
“Seraphina, I hope I didn't wake you?”
“Good morning, ah gung, no, I was just getting up now. How are you feeling today?”
“I thought that today would be a lovely day for breakfast in the garden. I was hoping you would join me?”
I push myself out of bed; my bare feet are cold against the floor. I actually wanted to speak to ah gung today in person, so this is the perfect chance to do that.
“Of course, I would love to. I can be there in forty-five minutes.”
“Wonderful. See you soon.”
I won’t have tea here then, even though it is how I prefer to start my morning; I'm just going to hop into a shower and then go straight there.
