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Chapter Eleven
ARIA
For the first time in my life I’ve just been spoken to like I matter, with sincerity laced through his voice. I’ve heard the rumors about Salvatore, about his callousness and how he is cutthroat. I also know that my brother, Marcel speaks highly of him, and to this day I still find it interesting that he associates with someone like Salvatore. It didn’t take me but a second to overlook the contract once more and sign. No way in hell would I allow myself to go back to Cheng. I’d be more likely to yank the glock out of my purse and shoot myself in the head. He doesn’t get to ruin me after I’ve just gotten over everything that happened.
A tear slides over my cheek after I toss the contract to my father, cornering me into making a decision that he knows I wasn’t ready to make. “Happy now?” I seethe out at him.
I rise from my chair and grab my purse, open it, and pull out my glock. I point it at Cheng and shoot, my actions happen so quickly that I can hardly keep track. Almost like it is an out of body experience. Blood covers his shirt and oozes from his stomach. I don’t give a fuck, instead, sliding my glock back into my purse and head to the entrance of the room, walking out and heading towards the elevator. My heart beats heavy in my chest, the severity of what just happened rolling through me in waves. He betrayed me in the absolute worst way possible, knowing that Cheng brought me nothing but harm. How could he even allow him to submit a proposal, or even to live for that matter?
I enter the elevator as soon as I hear the ding and walk straight towards the back of it, placing my hand on the metal bar, attempting to slow my breathing down. All of my memories come at me full speed, as if I’m reliving every gory detail.
I feel something on my arm and shoot to the floor, bursting into a bout of tears. I can’t handle anything else today. I’m at my limit.
A soothing voice speaks to me, “Relax. It’s just me.”
I move my hands to cover my face, not sure what else to do. Is there anything else that I can do at this point?
“You can call me Sal,” he pauses, “Or demon. Whatever works best for you.” I hear him smile through his tone and turn to look at him. Salvatore has a half smile drawn across his face. “Dark lord would work as well?”
I take a deep breath before asking what I know I need to. “How is this going to work?”
“However we want it to. You read the contract, saw the nitty gritty. It’s just you and me from this point on, buttercup.”
That’s when it hits me. I won’t be seeing my brothers every day, or my little sister. I’m no longer going to be living in Los Angeles...instead I’ll be living in Seattle where Salvatore is from. Every aspect of my life is changing, just when I thought I was putting the pieces back together.
“We’re going to figure this out. That I can promise you,” Salvatore says to me, and for some reason I believe everything that is coming out of his mouth. I don’t think he’s lying to me, but then again, everyone has always lied to me. How am I to tell what is the truth and what is fabricated?
When I woke up this morning...this was the last way I expected my day to start. I try hard, but my tears continue to spill over my cheeks, running down my neck until they’re coating my shirt. Salvatore looks at me with sorrow in his eyes and wraps his arms around me, allowing me to cry my heart out. He shushes me, “Hush,mio dolce. Hush.” I don’t know what it is that he’s saying, but it sounds oh so sweet.
