Page 88 of Twisted Oath


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As soon asI understood she would still be here when I got back, I was gone.

Out of the villa and down to the shoreline in what had to be my fastest ever time.

Not since I was four had I run away from anything. But nonetheless here I was, running to place some distance between us.

What the hell does she want?

I’d gone back for her like I’d promised. I’d shown her parts of me that I wasn’t even sure I knew.

But it isn’t enough?

I could still hear her speaking the words and was shaking my head as I attempted to shake myself free of the vision of her in the blue bathrobe, the one I’d bought her to match her eyes, as she sat on our bed making her demands of me.

Then what the actual fuck is enough?

Run, just fucking run.

Throwing the trainers that were still in my hand to the last of the rocks where the cliff met the beach, I pushed my heels deeper into the sand beneath them and moved forward. Faster and faster my legs turned over, making deep footprints in the sand. Beads of sweat were running down my back and my heart was beating so quickly it was uncomfortable. Blood rushed around my body, making the bang behind my eardrums grow to such a pitch it was painful.

My body was screaming at me to stop, but still nothing drowned out her words, so I carried on as I punished myself for getting so fucking involved.

For feeling far too much.

Trying to clear my head I sprinted to the furthest end, ignoring the Giordano villa as it grew in size in my peripheral view.

How the fuck have I come to this?

As I arrived at the other end of Bolavino Beach, my exertions got the better of me. I allowed myself to come to a halt, refusing to fall to the soft sand like my body was imploring. Needing to slow down my heart rate, I attempted to pull in a breath that would contain enough oxygen to feed my muscles. Having not warmed up, they were now filling rapidly with lactic acid.

For as long as I could I held my breath, trying to regain some sort of control.

‘FUCK!’ I shouted out on my first exhale.

Linking my fingers together, I placed both my hands on the top of my head as I attempted to open up my lungs so they could absorb the oxygen I so badly needed. Then I pulled my hands backwards abruptly and blinking through the sweat that was subsequently stinging my eyes, I looked up through the few white clouds to the blue sky.

How the fuck have I got here?

I’d had a plan.

A plan that if I’d stuck to, surely would by now have seen the Giordano villa razed to the ground by the locals. The man I blamed for my mama’s kidnap would have been sent to his maker for his sins and the few Giordanos I would have allowed to live, would have been sent back to England, never to return.

Whether he’d been guilty or not, I’d have taken my revenge and I was certain I could have lived with that.

You’re a lying bastard.

Turning around on the spot as I stared up to the heavens, I breathed in several deep lungsful of fresh air, and felt my heart rate begin to slow.

Why does she push?

I just think we’ve reached a place, and she steps it up. She wants more.

More?

Love?

Is that what she wants?

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