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“Maybe, but before I die, I’m going to marry Anna and get her pregnant. You know the commission rules same as me. Once she’s pregnant, you can’t touch either of us until the kid’s first birthday.”
“Fuck the commission.”
“Don’t let them hear you say that.” I’m getting bored with toying with him. I can see on the cameras that Anna is approaching the front door. “You know what I’m going to do when she’s pregnant?”
He says nothing.
“I’m going to send her back to you when she’s too far gone to get an abortion. Make it nice and public. That’ll fuck up your plans to marry her into the cartel. Fuck up your hopes of a merger. End your shitty bloodline with you. How’s them apples sound?”
I hang up the line on his cursing voice. I smile to myself, but only briefly. Part of me just wants to walk up to him and put a bullet in his head, but this is going to be far more satisfying. A rightful vengeance for what he did to my family.
There’s a knock on my study door.
“Enter,” I say loud enough for the sound to pass through the thick mahogany.
Eva sticks her head around. “She’s here.”
I get up, straightening my tie as I follow her into the corridor. “Where is she?”
“I put her in the parlor, as you requested.”
“Good. Anything else?”
“She’s soaking wet. I thought I’d run her a bath.”
I smile, thinking how wet she’ll be when I’m done with her. “Have Giuseppe attend to her in ten minutes.”
“Very good, sir.”
I walk down the stairs, sliding my hand down the banister, feeling the varnish as I have done all my life. Every summer, we spent weeks in this house, our secret hideaway from the tumult of the city. This is my first time here alone. It takes some getting used to.
My parents will never walk down these stairs again. Sophie will never slide down the banister, crashing into the carpet in the hall and giggling as she jumps to her feet.
I glance up at the ceiling above me. “I’ll get justice for you,” I whisper.
Then I put them out of my head. It’s time for me to deal with my guest.
Ten
Marco
* * *
Ifind her in the parlor. She’s sitting there, dripping onto the rug, hands facing the fireplace. She’s shivering, her back turned to me. Her hair is plastered to her head, and she smells of the rain.
“Good evening,” I say as I walk toward her.
She jumps out of her skin, spinning around to face me. “You scared me,” she says. “I never heard you come in.”
“Evidently.”
She looks at me with those big doe eyes of hers. I get a sudden urge to kiss her. Not yet. Not until she knows what’s going on here.
“I want to make a couple of things clear,” I tell her as she sits bolt upright, staring silently back at me. “You came here for a job and a job you shall receive. You will marry me and give me a child. In return, I will pay you a handsome sum of money.”
Her head cocks to one side, like she thinks I might be joking. I let nothing show on my face and her smile crumbles. “What’s the punchline?” she asks weakly.
“No punchline. No joke. You are not leaving this house again until you agree to my terms.”
