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Hope started to fade the minute the night air hit me.
I wanted to scream, to fight him.
So I did! I scratched at his face and kicked at his shins.
“I’ll fucking kill you right now,” he punched me hard in the face and I couldn’t do anything but scream.
He covered my mouth and dragged me along the rows of cars.
Finally he pushed me inside the trunk of a car, and then darkness came for me.
My last thought was,I just gotten fucking kidnapped.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Mason
Iwas in a daze. A drunken daze and I was forcing myself to dance to the beat of the alcohol in my glass. Carmine was having a party. He was always doing stupid shit like this. He loved people despite what he was.
Despite what was running around in control of his body.
Happy Halloween, I read the text that had come through on my phone. A smile came to my lips immediately,Nora was thinking of me. Maybe she hadn’t completely written me off.
I stopped typing, took a breath and deposited the phone into my back pocket.
“You look like shit,” Matteo mused leaning against the counter.
The party was down in the basement area of the house. I’d come up here to escape the noise, desperate to flee some of the women and even a few men who hadn’t run from my scowling face.
My Corsican was in love sick mode, and he wasn’t talking. He had built a mental wall between us and I didn’t care.
“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped at my brother.
That got a laugh out of him. “Is it the woman?”
“What?”
He pulled on his own beer. “Nora, is good for you.”
“Yeah, well I’m not good for her. There’s a fucking difference.”
“She knows about what you are and she didn’t run…”
The glass bottle of Jack was sitting in front of my face. I was playing a little game of how quickly could I make myself black out. Half the bottle was empty already and I felt cloudy as hell.
“She did run though,” I poured more Whiskey into the glass.
I craved its burn, craved it because I was going to go crazy from not killing anything in a long while.
Matteo was still dressed in a suit. My brother loosened his tie and I knew he was about to give me some sort of fucking lecture.
Carmine didn’t have enough whiskey in this house, and we all knew it. If I was going to get lectured to death, I would have liked to be even drunker.
“You said,it’snever reacted like that before…to anyone?”
The Corsican stirred at being talked about but only slight vibrations at the base of my skull.
Good,I thought. Keep fucking quiet.
