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It gives me little satisfaction when she flinches, but the small bit it does give me is what I latch onto.
“Mr. Martinez’s money is just as good as anyone else’s,” I try and justify my actions. The tone of my voice is almost believable even though Viola is picking apart the reasons for my own uncertainty over business with Martinez. “How the fuck did you even hear about the deal?”
Viola shakes her head at me and swallows hard. “I know because Dante knows and he’s increasing my security because of your little deal. Arming a man like Martinez is bad business, no matter how much money he has. He will do bad things with the goods you’ve sold him. He won’t care where those guns end up. He won’t care what they are used to further. He is the worst of the criminal underworld.” She tilts her head to the side as she studies me. “But you already knew that. Didn’t you?”
“I did,” I intone.
“You just didn’t care. Or you were so blinded by your own need for power and misplaced vengeance to find a different buyer?”
I throw my head back and laugh, the sound sinister and inky as it fills up the room around us. Viola flinches back as I take another step forward. I both hate and love the fear which flashes in her eyes. She should be scared of me.
She thinks she means more to me than she does. I’ll make sure to clear up any confusion.
“You think you can come into my home and question me about my business?” I curl my lip in disgust as I look her up and down. While I’m thinking about how beautiful she was naked and writhing on my cock, she’ll be assuming that I’m looking at her like a whore. Maybe I am. “You were always just a means to an end, Miss Guidice. Having you in our pocket gives us power and an in to the family that has kept ours down for far too long. Not just my family either. The Guidice family has been at the top in this city, but how long do you really think you can keep hold of that power?”
When I look into Viola’s dark eyes, they glisten with unshed tears and a tear rips through my soul.
“Just a means to an end,” she echoes.
Marco jumps up but I cut him a look that has him freezing. Massimo makes a pained sound, but I don’t think Viola hears it at all as she stares at me.
“You were always just going to be used by us. You showing up in Club Sin when you did only changed how we did it.” I smirk at her. “How do you think your brother would react to know our cum has bathed your womb?”
Viola rears back as if I’ve slapped her before she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Her lips part, but she closes her mouth and they thin. I can see the anger and hurt in her eyes.
I don’t like it, but it also feeds something dark inside of me.
“You were just a little whore to be played with,” the words sound cool, but they feel like fire on my tongue. I look her over again. “A pretty little whore, but still,” I let the rest of my words trail off.
Not because I can’t say them again, but because I don’t need to.
I saw every single syllable land like daggers to her heart.
Viola stands a little taller as she stares into my eyes for a heartbeat before her gaze shifts over to Marco. When she turns on her heels, there’s a moment when she looks at Massimo. His hands twitch as if he wants to reach for her, but I know he won’t. Not after what I’ve just said and the way I implied they were all in on the plan.
They were, to an extent, but that doesn’t mean they agreed with it.
Viola glides out of our home with grace and dignity which I can’t help but admire. She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t even slam the door.
When she’s gone, my shoulders slump. Before I can react to it, Massimo steps up to me and he punches my jaw. I stumble back a step, my eyes going wide.
It feels like I’ve woken up from some sort of rage haze as the world comes into full focus around me again. I even have a moment when I look at the spot where Viola was just standing expecting her to still be there.
My youngest brother’s voice is full of barely contained violence, “How fucking dare you, Mateo. How could you do that? To her? To us?”
The last few minutes rush back into my consciousness, but it almost feels like it was a dream. “She had to know,” the words sound and taste like a lie.
“No, she didn’t,” Marco’s voice is sad, and I turn slightly to look at him. “Our plans could have changed.” He stares into my eyes, and I almost want to take a step back from the betrayal I see there. “You could have changed,” he challenges.
“The Guidice family is not the only people who will have the same opinion of us because we did business with Martinez. You knew it and you still did it,” Massimo sounds resigned.
Our youngest brother has always been the glue holding us together. He has always been our conscience and our heart. Right now, he looks shattered and I’m not sure how to put him back together again.
Well, I do, but I’ve always been too proud to apologize, especially when I know I’ve done wrong. I can spin almost anything to my advantage.
But can I spin this?
Can I make this okay?
