Gianni studied him. “So,sheis lying?”
Maximo parted his lips and then closed them.
Vito did his best to speak. “You c-can’t do this. I-I am her brother. We are now family.”
Oh really? Now you’re my brother?
Frantic, Vito turned to me. “Tell him, Bella. Tell him that he can’t do this. I am your brother.”
And because I was a bitch and pissed with him for trying to rape me in the dressing room, I simply said, “You’re only myhalf-brother.”
Remember that? You piece of shit. Talking about raping the half of me that wasn’t related to you.
Vito whimpered in shock.
I couldn’t look at him anymore.
Damn. I’m going to hell. No wonder I’m being forced to marry the devil.
Still, despite my anger towards Vito, fear surged within me as I looked at that horrifying saw.
More of Gianni’s men gathered around with sick expressions as if more excited to see this than the wedding.
Other eyes fell on Sofia now.
My throat was parched, my tongue heavy in my mouth.
I glanced back at Vito, who looked like he was about to pass out. His face was ashen, his body trembling violently, and then—to my utter disbelief—a dark stain spread across the front of his pants.
Oh.
My brother, who had been the cruelest piece of shit this evening. . .well. . .he had now pissed himself.
Gianni’s smile widened, shifting into something monstrous as he turned his attention to Vito. “I’ve told you about your son, Maximo.”
My stepfather didn’t even look in their direction, and shame covered his face.
“There have been many times when Sofia and Vito were supposed to sing a special song of blood, but I let it go because one day. . .we would be family.”
Still not gazing that way, my stepfather placed his hand on his chest. “And we are still family which means—”
“Nothing when he puts his hands on my wife!” Gianni roared. “Marks!? Wounds?! His fucking hand tightened around her neck?!”
My stepfather took several steps back.
And not one of the many armed men that my stepfather had brought, did anything. They simply remained still.
And that was when I truly realized how much had changed in Obsidian Bay.
The Devil sits on a throne higher than all of them.
“You may want to turn your face, Erica. This is not a sight for my wife.” Gianni walked over to Vito.
And I should have taken Gianni’s advice, but I couldn’t look away.
Sofia continued to buzz.
Vito’s knees buckled, and he fell to the floor, his eyes pleading as he shook his head frantically. “No, Gianni, please—”
