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“So you don’t mind if I fuck her?”
I grabbed him by the collar and held him up against the wall. I slammed him back. His eyes glittered at me, but he didn’t say anything.
“If you even think about laying one finger on her, I will—”
“You’ll do what, Antonio?” he spat and pushed me back. “You’re lucky that I know you’ve been through trauma, but you’re not going to treat me like a punk for this bitch.”
“Don’t call her a bitch,” I said.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, I guess what they say is true.”
“What who says?” I snapped back, turning away from him, ashamed that I’d let my anger overcome me, and took it out on him.
“The fact that every man falls once in his life.”
“I haven’t fallen for her.”
“You might not know it, but I do.” Alessandro sighed. “So what do we do now? What’s the plan?”
“You need to call Gia,” I said, suddenly remembering what Callie had told me when we were in the van.
“What’d you mean? I’m not calling her. Why would I call her? Now is not the time to bring—”
“Gia is friends with Callie,” I said. “And her other friend is coming from California. Fuck, what was her name? Isabella. Jenny. Imagination. Emma. Emotional. Imogen, that was it. Her best friend Imogen was coming from California, because she was feeling bad about what happened with us. Imogen and Gia should be together, they most probably want to know what’s going on.”
“Okay, and you’re going to tell them that you kidnapped their friend, but someone got wise to the fact that you planned the kidnapping and actually kidnapped the two of you as well. Do you really think they’re going to buy that, big bro?”
“I don’t care if they buy it or not, but we need to talk to them. We need to know what they know. Maybe Gia noticed someone following them. She’s from our world. She’s smart, and she would’ve recognized people. She knows the Di Lorenzos.”
Alessandro paled. “I don’t want to fucking contact Gia.”
“I don’t care what went on between you two, you guys can figure that out later, but we need to get to Callie before something happens to her. Because if they lay a finger on her head, I will personally—”
“We know, Antonio,” Elisabetta said. “You’ll cut off their fingers one by one.”
“And then I’ll eat them in front of them,” I said, grunting. My blood was boiling in rage.
Elisabetta looked at me with her eyes wide. “Whoa, I didn’t realize you were a cannibal.”
“I’m not,” I said and let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, I just… I shouldn’t have gone on with this plan. And where’s Jimmy? Where the fuck is Jimmy? He will know exactly what’s going on. Why can’t I get in contact with him?”
“I don’t know, but it’s going to be okay,” Alessandro said. “You know Jimmy, he’s strong.”
“I know.” I nodded. “If anyone can take care of themselves, it’s Jimmy.”
“So let’s just see what happens, okay? I’ll call Gia.” Alessandro let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know if she’s going to pick up, but…” He shrugged.
“Maybe she will. If she’s looking for Callie, she’ll pick up,” I said. “We need to meet up with them, so whatever you do, Alessandro, don’t fuck this up.”
“I won’t, big bro.”
27
Callie
I turned the handle slowly. My breath was in my throat as I waited to see what was on the other side. I was prepared for almost anything: snakes, cockroaches, an actual life-size wolf standing there baring its teeth at me. A part of me thought that I might see Antonio sitting there in a crown laughing at me, his eyes gazing into mine, asking me how I could have been such a fool. The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, and I held my breath as I stepped in. Disappointment flooded through me when I noticed it was just a small bathroom. There was a sink and a toilet. I was grateful for that.
I didn’t want to pee in a plastic bag again, not that I’d seen any plastic bags, but I hadn’t gone through the couple of cupboards I’d seen in the main room. I stepped back out of the small bathroom and back into the main room of the cottage and looked around. There was a fireplace I hadn’t noticed before, and on top of the mantlepiece sat three gold candlesticks, each with one slim, white, unlit candle. I walked over and looked around. There was a box of matches there. I opened it and struck the match, and the bright fire of the flame caught my eye. I lit the candles quickly, staring at them, wondering why white candles and why gold candlesticks and if it meant anything. The dreams I’d had, the recurring dreams, all had gold candlesticks that resembled these and long, white candles.
