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“Where are we?” she yawns, recoiling from my touch, then looks out the window and I retrieve my hand.
“Boston.” It's morning and I have had time to clear my head while driving.
She sits up and looks around again, this time blinking, gulping, gapping, and closing her mouth repeatedly.
“Whatever it is, don't say it,” I take another turn, this one leading into the driveway of my family’s manor.
It's been a minute since I've been here and I don't miss it one bit. But unfortunately, I'll be gracing them with my presence for a long miserable while.
“What makes you think I want to talk to you?” she clicks her tongue.
Pretty thing.
I drive through the conifer driveway to the place that is known as my spot. It's just in front of the cream and orange building. I don't have the patience to drive to the main parking lot and then walk down to the building. I've been parking here since I started to drive at sixteen and there’s nobody who can stop me.
I turn the engine off and climb out of the car, about to turn and start another round of bickering with Rosaline, but she surprises me by coming out herself.
I lead the way, as Evelyn, the housekeeper, walks out with a smile that is unnecessarily too bright for the morning and the tight pony she has her gray-black hair tied in.
What exactly is so good about waking up so fucking early to attend to me and my guest?
She bounces her large blue eyes between Rosaline and me, then dips her hands in the pocket of her apron, which looks more like a washcloth around her waist because of her plus size.
“Good morning Benedetto,” she sends some of her smile Rosaline’s way, “good morning miss…”
“Rose,” she returns the affection.
“Is Orazio here?”
“Yes, there,” she nods, pointing behind me.
“Take her in and make her comfortable,” I dismiss them both.
“This way,” says Evelyn leading Rosaline in.
“This is far from over, Benedetto Corte, far from over.” As expected, Rosaline turns and stabs her index finger at me, with her doe coffee brown eyes spreading open to make her point.
If she hadn't said anything, I'd have asked Evelyn to take her to the doctor to check for head injury.
She closes her lips and turns with Evelyn, walking into the building, with her usual hips-swaying strides on black strap heels that spotlight her shapely legs.
There's no escaping this now. And I don’t give a fuck what she thinks, I'm seeing it to the end. When I leaped into action and took it upon myself to protect her, I hadn't thought about it thoroughly. But I'm in too deep now.
“It's about time you came back,” Orazio punches my shoulder and throws his hand across to give me a side hug.
“What can I say, had my fun and needed to leave,” I move away from his hug.
He knows I despise physical touch but he is always coming up with this rubbish about physical touch being a love language. One of these days I'll kill him. If he's got such a special language he should speak it with the people that understand the damn thing in the first place.
“I got your text,” he exhales, shutting his stupid drowsy black eyes for a quick second, then rakes his jet black hair with his fingers, “why is she here?”
“Romano will kill her if he finds her,” I start to walk into the building.
He follows after me, “And you brought her here because?”
“To teach her to play ping pong, why the fuck do you think?” The door opens and I walk into the detailed woodwork and opulent interior of the manor.
“This is not good,” he comes to stand in front of me and rests his hands on the waistline of his sweatpants.
