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Gia
The soft rumble of a car driving away caught my attention, and I ran toward the window. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel...something. Ever since we left the docks, I felt watched.You’re being paranoid, I thought to myself.
I stood, slipped on my flip-flops, and walked toward the main house. The pictures of my smiling family dotting the hallway almost nauseated me in comparison to the dreary pictures of Enzo’s family. No one looked happy there, not under Silvio.Silvio,I thought, remembering the gunshot and having to run. I had to leave Enzo behind to deal with the mess I created. It was my family who shot first, forcing him to shoot last.
Is he okay?
I knew Enzo would never forgive me, and that made my heart bleed. I felt the warm remnants of my soul dripping into my stomach. Enzo was the first person I’d felt feelings for in a very long time—my whole life, perhaps. Before him, I thought I was a cold, emotionless being, incapable of feeling. Enzo woke up those emotions inside me, making me feel alive.
I knocked before walking into the library. The heavy conversation halted the moment they saw me. I was a traitor to not only his family, but my own.
“Don’t stop on my account.” I rolled my hand in a gesture to carry on and wrapped myself in a blanket draped over the chair as I sat and curled into myself.
“Gia,” Ro said sternly. “We need time.”
“Time? For what?” My gaze snapped to him, my lip trembling.
Ro wiped his forehead. “To trust you again,” he said with a quiver to his words.
Trust me?A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. His accusation wasn’t unfounded, but it still hurt. I’d spent my entire life being faithful to this family, even as it took everything from me. I never even dated because I felt married to the family business.
“Ro, you have to understand why—”
“No, Gia, I don’t. I’ll never understand why. Youhatedtheir family as much as we do. The Vigliones made you sick! You were willing to bring them down, and we had a prime opportunity to do so. All of it was for nothing! Was getting fucked by the son of Silvio fucking Viglione worth it?” He looked at me with a curl of his lip.
He was laying the shame on thick, trying to make me feel guilty.Do I?I began to question everything, whether what happened was merely a terrible dream. It wasn’t, it couldn't have been, right? Yes, I could still remember the horrible things Lorenzo tried to do to me, the way Enzo protected me. His firm yet now familiar touch. If I closed my eyes long enough, I could see his face etched to perfection in my mind’s eye. No, it wasn’t a dream. But I might have dreamed how I thought Enzo felt about me. He loved to fuck me, and I thoroughly enjoyed him fucking me, but was there anything more for him? Was I merely a trophy for his wall, a rival notch on his bedpost? I needed to let these memories of him go. It was fun-ish while it lasted.
“Hello?” Ro interrupted my thoughts, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you. I’m a piece of shit. I know that, okay?” I could already feel myself beginning to wither away, suffocating on the air of tension within this house.
* * *
Enzo
I walkedinto the club and reached over the counter to grab a beer. The stool squeaked when I sat.
“Where’s your broad?” the men asked in unison before laughing.
I flashed them a tight-lipped glare, making the laughter die as quickly as it had begun.
“Don’t worry, your brothers will take care of her.” Bullseye dropped his hand of cards to the table, spreading them like a fan. “Full house.”
“Ah, fuck. You got cards up your sleeves?” Kenny asked as he threw his cards down and pushed the pile of chips toward Bullseye.
With a quick shake of his sleeves, he showed he had no hidden cards, that it was all just his luck. I kept my gaze straight ahead as I played with the cap of my beer, twirling it around my fingers.
The weight of Bullseye's words hit me much too late. The conversation had long been left behind. “Wait, what did you mean, Bullseye?”
“What? That I had a full house? Aces and threes.”
“No, idiot, about my brothers,” I said as I rubbed between my eyes.
“Your brothers will take care of her, that’s all I said.” Bullseye stacked the cards and began to shuffle them.
“I know that’s what you said, butwhydid you say that?” I sat taller.
“It’s nothing, Enzo, relax. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Bullseye chuckled.
