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Before my smile widened, I looked up. It turned out, all I had to do was look to my left.
My leather suitcases stood out along with the empty and broad space they rested before. Not one was missing, but I specifically only cared for the one that held my most prized possessions, my knives. In long strides, I met what I had left of my life, opened it, and found comfort. As I walked out of the closet, I stepped out of my heels, leaving them behind near my bags, and headed toward the bathroom.
The amount of water that poured over my body was unable to wash off the unsteady feeling of today. In the darkness, I drifted off to sleep with wet hair, questions, and fleeting feelings.
A faint rustling sound drifted me away from sleep. Slowly, my hand slipped under the pillow without a sound. Ready for a threat, I opened my eyes. They found Lucca stepping out of the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around his hips. Under so much ink, his strong back muscles were hidden, even most of his legs. My eyes followed the leftover water that ran down his hair, neck, and arms. Lucca walked unbothered and unconcerned until the ink, his tan skin, and cut body disappeared out of view into the closet.
Relaxing once again, I peeked through the covered windows. Sunlight had not slipped through, but a ray of hope to catch sunrise did. It may have been the same sun, but it wouldn’t be the same Italian morning.
The closet door cracked open, and Lucca stepped out in another full suit. It was blue. White shirt, matching vest, no tie.
No tie.Why did I notice such a detail?
Not once did he turn my way, or acknowledge I’d slept in his room, his space. He just made his way to the bedroom door and stopped once it opened.
“Breakfast will be served in an hour.” His head inclined to his left, and I saw his clenched jaw. “Don’t ever sleep with a weapon in my bed again.”
The door shut, leaving his threat behind.
Fuck.
I stood up and tossed my pillow. My chest rose and fell with the fast beat of my heart.
It was empty.
My butterfly knife was missing.
A burning rage and blinding ire demanded its return. With a quick glance at the door, I knew the only way to get it back was through him.
The sunrise would have to wait. I had a part of me taken, and I was bound to get it back. But first, I had to dress for the façade.
Another dress and another flawless face later, I walked out of the room with my heels pronouncing each step I took. With my push dagger securely strapped to my leg, I was ready for him.
I had no clear vision of where I was headed, and after I took the last step down the stairwell, I wandered to the back of the house. The trail of plate clatters and the aroma of freshly baked pastries led my feet. Ignoring the grandly structured rooms and the detailed décor, I shadowed the path to Lucca. Two double doors were opened, and the glimpse of a chair announced my destination.
I took a deep breath before exposing my lust for pain and walked inside.
He wasn’t alone.
I paid the second figure no attention, even as it stood by Lucca’s side with a phone in his hand talking to him. Meanwhile, I remained by the entrance with emotions that grew stronger as I sawhim.
Cruel and calculating bastard.
He sat composed and relaxed with an untouched plate of fruit at the end of the table.
My eyes never veered away from him. Instead, I watched his every move in detail.
Lucca wasn’t paying attention to the figure anymore.
No. He’d heard me, I was sure of it. I wore heels for a reason. Andstill, his head remained angled toward the other man.
Yesterday was in the past. I had left any frail thoughts and slips behind. Today, I missed my sunset and woke up without something that belonged to me.
There was no sane Vitelli alive. I guess he’d forgotten the blood that ran through my veins.
Finally, silence.
With finger-styled dark hair and a locked jaw, I was acknowledged.
