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Inside our bedroom, Katia beelined to the bathroom while I changed into another dress shirt. I debated on leaving without a word, but my feet carried me to the sound of running water. The valves squeaked shut, and I stared at the wooden door for a second longer before I knocked. She didn’t respond, so I let myself in.
Katia leaned back on a plush towel as her body soaked in cherry scent. The lights were dimmed, and a few candles flickered in peaceful waves. Bath bubbles covered her silhouette, and I traced her necklines.
In silence, I watched her.
The strands of hair that had fallen from her updo. The way they tickled her collarbone and teased the water. Her parted lips and gentle breaths. Flushed cheeks and sun-kissed nose.
Striking.
Breathtaking.
Infuriating.
Then, her eyes opened, and her vivid greens watchedme. They roamed from my face and down to my feet until they landed on my chest for another second.
I had changed into all black. She was aware I was leaving.
Our eyes met again.
Our eyes fought.
And neither one of us said a word.
I turned and left her alone with the silence. No goodbye, no regard for her feelings.
That night,I killed three men and tortured another.
That night a total of eleven Borelli soldiers met hell.
I was drenched in death and taken by depravity. And when I got home, I was greeted by an empty bed.
It was the last thing I expected, and in my immoral state, it was dangerous. The ideas and visions my mind lured me to execute. The evil punishments my demon shook with.
The things I wished to do to her.
She wasn’t safe from me. Not right now.
I headed back to work even if the distraction was all I could think about from that point on.
KATIA
I hadn’t spokena word to Lucca since we landed in Miami. Not on the plane ride, in the car, or inside his home.
After his eyes glared down as if it was an inconvenience in his life while I had sought a peaceful bath, I didn’t want to be near him. Near his essence or scent. For the past two days, I’d slept in a separate room. I doubted he even noticed because even a glimpse of him was nonexistent.
In those days since our return, security had increased, and countless men were gathered around the house. I felt unease by the amount of precaution and urgency everyone carried. I wasn’t the only one. Wex and Vino were also highly alert and unfriendly to the bodies roaming around the premises and within the halls. It was safer to keep them away, as I too didn’t feel friendly or calm enough to prevent slitting someone’s artery if they glanced at me the wrong way.
The boys and I had something in common. Raging impotence.
While I didn’t want to worry or care, with every hour and minute that passed, I wondered about Lucca’s wellbeing, and with every second that passed, I detested myself for it.
This morning, Mrs. Greco knocked on my door. Her old ways didn’t seem pleased to find me in a guest room. Even as she hid it terribly, she announced the last thing she needed to mark off for the wedding.
The marriage class and meeting with the priest at the church.
I chuckled at the marriage class. The one everyfamigliamember had to attend in order to be married in the eyes of God.
My heart didn’t feel pure or ready to face the church I had been introduced to, so I didn’t get ready. I didn’t leave the house when the time came, nor did I move away from the bed.
