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“Call me if you need me to go back out.” I said as I reached the door and glanced over my shoulder.
Lorenzo nodded distractedly and I left his office.
He had no idea the reason behind my desire to be out enforcing for him. I didn’twantto do it for him, Ineededto. I needed to let out my anger somewhere that it wouldn’t be noticed. He must presume that I was taking the job seriously and that I still wanted to take over from him, but that I needed to learn more, hence the fuck ups. Part of me did still want to take over, but not when he retired. No, I wanted to take over when he died. Ideally begging for his life, at my feet, like the worthless pezzo di merda that he was.
I headed up the stairs to my room to go and shower, I needed to get this blood off of me. Then I’d go and work out, or maybe take a drive. Nutmeg never did bring my bike back, I had been more than a little bit angry about it, but with everything that had happened, I had found it hard to hold on to that anger. My beautiful Ducati had ended up being stolen by some kids. I’d been in contact with Giorgio to see if he had caught wind of anything, but he hadn’t heard anything. So for now I’d have to live without it, I didn’t want to have to replace it, but it had been a few weeks now, and if it hadn’t turned up anywhere by now, it was likely that it was long gone.
I passed the guest bedroom door and pushed open the one next to it. I locked my bedroom door behind me and headed straight to the shower. Once I was clean and had pulled on a pair of black gym shorts and trainers, I headed back out.
The guest bedroom door opened at the same time as my own and as I stepped into the hallway as she did the same. Nutmeg.
“Nutme-.” I began in a whisper.
“Don’t.” she snapped before I could finish.
She spun around to face me fully, her red hair was hanging loose in a mess of curls, she looked like she had just woken up, her blouse was wrinkled, and she was barefoot.
“Don’t fucking speak to me.” she hissed.
“Mi dispiace.” I said in a low voice.
I couldn’t do gentle or soft, but I could do sincere. I genuinely was sorry. I had never meant to hurther.
“Are you fucking deaf Adonis, I said don’t speak to me. I don’t want to hear a single word come out of your mouth. I want to be left alone.”
She closed in on me. She was shorter than me, especially without her usual high heels, but she was intimidating, not to me, but I could see why others would cower to her.
“Why are you even here?” she demanded.
“I thought you didn’t want me to speak.” I smirked, unable to stop myself.
“Fuck you.” she snarled, then turned and stormed away.
I stood in the hallway and clenched my fists. Hating that she’d walked away, and hating myself for wanting her to come back. She wasn’t mine, hell, I didn’t even want her. No, it was worse than that. I craved her. I hungered for the taste of rage on her lips. And I didn’t care about the consequences, I wanted her to hate me and want me in equal measures. I wanted her to feel what I felt. But she didn’t, because I’d fucked up. I’d fucked up big time.
3
Meg
As I stood in the kitchen waiting for my bread to pop up out of the toaster, I pondered my plan. Lorenzo D’Angelo would pay for everything that he had done and continued to do.
He had tracked me down.
I’d left my apartment and put everything that I own into storage apart from a bag of essentials. Then I ran. But I didn’t get far enough, and I didn’t have a plan. All I knew was that once I’d found somewhere safe, I needed to get in contact with Charon. That didn’t happen, I never found safety.
Lorenzo dragged me back kicking and screaming as he threatened the lives of every single person I knew, weather I cared about them or not, he listed name after name. I couldn’t have a single one of their deaths on my conscience though. And as much as I hoped he was making empty threats, part of me knew that he could easily go through with it. I knew what he was capable of and what he would push other people to do.
So I’m here, in his house, and I feel nauseous. Hence the toast. Jase always told me that if I felt like this, I should eat dry toast. I needed to keep my energy levels up too if I ever wanted to get my revenge.
Then there was Adonis. Who had come home after that awful night in Toby’s apartment and acted as though I hadn’t told him a thing. It was clear to me that he was here for the same reason that I was. And that now put two men under one roof who I wanted to see dead. At least one of them had the decency to feel bad about what they had done and attempt to apologise. But I couldn’t forgive him.
“Nutmeg,” his voice pulled me from my thoughts and my entire body tensed. “Can we talk?”
I spun around to face him, he was stood in the doorway, topless still, but now he was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. My eyes ran down his toned, inked torso and I hated myself for the way my body reacted. Ihatedhim, but he didn’t repulse me, not like Lorenzo did. He should have though.
“I thought I told you to not to speak to me.” I snapped. Pulling myself together and mentally berating myself.Bad girl, we don’t fantasise about the enemy.
“You did, but you know I don’t like to do as I’m told.” he said as he sauntered across the kitchen towards me.
