šššš¼š I only gave her one job. One flipping job. Something so easy, a child could have done it. Yet the stupid woman couldn't even do that without getting caught. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as the car moves along the road. The city rolls by, but my eyes stay forward. I donāt drive fast, there's no need to, not when I've already won this part. The plan with Mama had been simple: ensure she was sick enough to not only bring Dante back to Milan but keep him tied here so I could monitor him and know were to hit him best. I need to hurt him in a way that completely crumbles him and just targeting his money won't be enough. He's resourceful enough to make it right back. Things had been going well. He was settling comfortably with his wife. But now all my plans could collapse before they even began, all because of Rina. I shouldn't have trusted that weak minded, sloppy old hag. How long before she buckles under pressure and spills my name to save herself?
šæš¼ššš Aleraās breathing steadies against my chest. Sheās asleep, her face tucked close and her hand rests lightly on me. This feels like the most natural thing in the world, holding my wife while everything around seems to crash and burn. I stare at the ceiling and my arm tightens around her. I donāt know why I havenāt moved it or why I kissed her. I don't know why I'm letting myself get to comfortable in her warmth. Getting too close to her will haunt me in the long run. Very dangerous, especially if she turns out to be someone I shouldn't have trusted. And yet⦠I donāt regret it. Thatās the problem. I should keep her at armās length, remind her what we are to each other. But every time she looks at me with those expressive eyes, I forget reality. I shut my eyes, but instead of sleep, the night drags me backward. *** Rinaās face swims into view, streaked with tears. Her voice is hoarse from hours of crying. Sheās tied to a chair in one of my properties on the outs
š¼šššš¼ Dante shifts beside me, turning in the sheets like he canāt find rest. His arm falls against the mattress, and when his eyes open, they land directly on me. "What?ā He exclaims. I jolt, startled that he caught me staring. My head jerks up to meet his bewildered face. āI..nothing,ā I whisper quickly, but my gaze betrays me and lingers on his hand. Following my gaze, he slowly turns his knuckles to the faint light in the room. āYou⦠youāre injured.ā He glances at the damage and shrugs. āItās nothing.ā āItās not nothing,ā I insist, my voice is sharp despite the dryness in my throat. āThereās blood all over it. Iāll⦠Iāll get something to clean it up.ā I nearly trip over the sheets as I start fumbling around the room, my eyes darting for where I last saw a box of first aid. āAlera.ā He rasps. I donāt answer. āAlera,ā he repeats, with more force which has me flinching. But I still donāt look at him, instead I continue to move, toward the dresser. My min
š¼šššš¼ The music room trembles with noise from down the hall. I flinch, nearly dropping the album Elena had just placed in my hand. The calm weād shared seconds ago, talking about her favorite singers, is completely shattered. Elenaās brows furrow as she lifts her head sharply. āChe cosāĆØ?ā she whispers. The shouts grow louder. Theyāre raw, angry, and multiplied. My throat goes dry. āItās nothing, justājust the others,ā I rush out, forcing my voice calm. āStay seated, please.ā "Nothing? That can't be nothing Cara. Can't you hear them. They...they are fighting." Elena pushes herself up from the armchair. Her thin hands shake as she grips the armrest. āNo, no, let meāā I move quickly, sliding to her side and supporting her weight. She leans on me, weak but determined. The sounds are impossible to ignore nowāscreams in Italian, thuds, a crash. We make it out to the corridor. Luciana is the first person I see. Sheās standing stiffly outside the heavy door, her eyes wet.
šæš¼ššš First, it's silence that stretches for so long, time seems to have come to a halt. Then, Alessia breaks it by chuckling humorlessly, as her arms fold across her chest. āDrink the tea? What in the world is going on, Dante?ā I ignore her. My focus stays locked on Rina. "You won't drink the tea?" I rasp. "Signore, drink the tea? Why?" She half laughs. Sheās holding the tray like it weighs a hundred kilos. Her eyes dart from me to Luciana, then linger a second too long on Rowan. Her breathing becomes shallow and uneven. āSit,ā I order flatly. Rinaās lips part, but no words come. Her gaze flicks around the room like sheās searching for an escape. Lucianaās brows knit. āDante, what is this?ā Rowan frowns and steps forward. "This is ridiculous.ā I donāt look at any of them. I take a step closer to Rina. āDrink it.ā Her knees tremble. She clutches the cup tighter. āSignore Moretti⦠please...ā Bianca shoots off the bed and rushs to Rinaās side. She grabs her
šæš¼ššš My heart sinks as I stare at the word. Aconite? The paper shakes flimsily in my trembling fingers, and I shove it at the doctor. āWhat is this... Aconite? Thatās poison? Tell me.ā The man adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat. āYes, Signore Moretti. Aconitum napellus, more commonly known as monkshood or wolfsbane. Itās one of the most dangerous naturally occurring toxins. Even a small dose can cause nausea, vomiting, weakness and irregular heartbeat. In higher or repeated dosesā¦ā He trails off, studying my face carefully. āIt causes paralysis of the respiratory system. That is...death.ā I stare blankly, my head buzzing. āYouāre saying my motherās been drinking this?ā He nods slowly. āTraces were found in the sample you provided. Not an immediate lethal dose, but enough to weaken the body over time. Prolonged exposure makes recovery almost impossible.ā My mouth feels dry. āSo it mimics other illnesses?ā āYes. The symptoms such as fatigue, shortness of brea