Page 339 of Valentino

No.

I fall to the floor.

“Anna,” I pant. “Anna, help me.”

I lie on my side, naked on the floor.

I can see her legs as she casually gets dressed….

“Anna,” I pant. “Help me.”

She walks around the bathroom calmly, collecting things.

“Arghhh,” I cry.

My vision becomes blurred, my mouth begins to bubble.

I fall to my back.

She bends down over me. “What’s wrong, Carlo?” She smiles like the devil herself, her hands twist in my hair. “Did Anna forget the rules?”

My God….

No.

She didn’t…she wouldn’t….

With her fingers twisted in my hair she slams my head against the tiles on the floor. “I make my own fucking rules.”

Fear…. Pain….

Darkness.

ANNA

I take the gloves from my purse and pour the blow onto a second plate, I cut more lines and carefully place it on the coffee table.

I then take the first plate to the sink and scrub my prints off it before placing it in the dishwasher along with other plates, and I turn it on.

The door opens and Valentino comes into view, his gun is raised and pointed at me.

He looks around the house.

“It’s done.” I pull my sweater on over my head. “Let’s go.”

“What do you mean?” His gun is still aimed at my head.

“He’s dead,” I tell him.

“What….”

“I gave him cooked cocaine. He overdosed.”

His face falls and he marches past me and disappears into the bathroom where the shower’s still going.

I stand still, I can’t go back in there….

I won’t.