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Chapter Twenty-Three
Nick
We getto my house an hour later.
The place has that unlivable feel about it, like when you go to view a new property. It’s hollow and there’s no sign of life.
If I’d just come to visit I would never have guessed that anyone actually lives here.
The house is beautiful and deserves to have people in it to admire the workmanship. I’m just hardly ever here.
It’s a waste, I know that. I know that most people would kill to live in the state of the art modern house I take for granted.
I actually had the place built from scratch. Bought the land when I made my first million and customized everything from the ground up with my next.
It’s worth millions now and all the money I put into it was legit, straight up dough I made from the club. It wasn’t from shifting numbers around or business deals but my earnings from a wild idea I shared with my brothers and cousins when we set up The Dark Odyssey.
As I walk into the hall with the doll and she looks completely taken with the place, I think back to what I thought when I built the house.
I was obsessed with having my own home comparable to the one my parents have. Pa didn’t build his house.
The power of that man is unreal. He fucking won it in a bet. The whole mansion with the grounds, he won it. But that was back in the day when he was still working his way up. If that were now the man would have bought it straight up with cash from the change in his back pocket.
I may have ignored his calls today and he’ll probably skin my ass when he sees me next, but I admire him and Pa is king in my eyes.
People say I’m like him because of my temper, Salvatore comes close. But both those guys have a handle on their emotions.
Not like me who’s been looking at the angel every chance I get.
I did it all the way here, looking at her knowing she’s naked under my jacket and the only thing she’s wearing that belongs to her are her shoes.
She walks further into the wide hallway that has a foyer-like feel for the width. I don’t like narrow anything so I wanted the hallway styled the way they are in Italy.
It’s clear she wants to venture in and explore the place but she looks back to me with worry in her eyes when her gaze takes in the blood all over my shirt. I knew I was messed up but I didn’t know it was this bad.
She comes up to me and presses her hands on my chest.
“Let me clean you up,” she offers.
“No I’m okay baby.”
“You don’t look okay to me.”
“I’m fine.” I don’t want her fussing over me.
I move to go but she catches my arm and tugs on it. “I’m going to clean you up.” She insists.
I decide to be a prick and spoil this thing we have that we shouldn’t have, as badly as I want her.
“Not in your contract to clean blood, Angel Doll.”
“Great to know except I’m not at work,” she fires back. She’s serious. “So, where’s your first aid box?”
I look at her for a few seconds and find myself wanting to savor this.
I’m a fucking fool.
What did I expect by inviting her here? I told her I want to forget life and I do.
