Chapter Eight

Adriano.

I could feel the room spinning as I tried to get up from my chair.

“Adriano, what the hell!” I heard a familiar voice snap, and then someone tugged at my hand to help me up.

I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me—I had never felt this relaxed before. My whole body felt light, and I felt as high as if I was in the clouds, but I craved more.

I wanted alcohol and drugs more than I craved air; they were the only things that made me forget my problems, if only for a while. They kept my mind from spiraling into dark thoughts.

I hated the voices in my head; they always popped up when I was sober or when I wasn’t drunk or high. They urged me to claw at something or get blood on my hands.

This was the only time I didn’t have to fight with myself—getting drunk was a way to calm my nerves.

“You have to get up,” someone said. I blinked, trying to force my eyes open, only to wince when the bright lights assaulted my eyes.

What the fuck was going on?

Who was holding me, and why did I need to get up?

“Fuck!”

“Luc wouldn’t like this,” the voice said, and I frowned.

Luc, as in Luciano? What the hell was Luciano doing here? The last time I remembered I was the only one here and I haven’t been able to see him since he started coming up with his plans.

We were selling the act of not knowing anything and I know why he was going to do this but I didn’t want it.

I would rather die than call him family.

I exhaled deeply, my eyes closed. I liked this… this calm and peaceful feeling rushing through my body. I liked—what the fuck!

My eyes snapped open in shock as cold water hit my face. My teeth clenched as the cold assaulted me, driving away every sleep from my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the room's brightness. As I looked around, I scowled when I saw a familiar silhouette.

“What the hell was that, Kyle?” I groaned as I managed to sit up.

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while now, so I had no other choice,” he replied with a shrug, showing no remorse.

I brushed my hand through my wet hair, shivering slightly.

“Why the hell would you do that?” He walked away from my side, and I took a moment to examine the room. I didn’t recognize it; in fact, I didn’t remember coming here. The last thing I recalled was getting drunk and high at the club. So, how did I end up here?

My gaze returned to Kyle, who had walked over to the bed and stared down at me. For a second, it felt like I was staring at my father. But that couldn’t be possible when he was lying six feet underground. It must be the drugs.

“What happened?” I asked as I rubbed my hand over my face again.

My head was killing me.

“I should be the one asking you that, Adriano.” He said and I looked at him with a frown, wondering what he was talking about.

He was the one who woke me up and now he’s acting like I was the one in the wrong here. What the fuck did I do?

“What happened to you?” He asked me this time around and once again I looked around the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t reach you, you were nowhere to be found, and then this. I found you like this.” I winced at hearing his loud voice. He was being unnecessarily loud and all I wanted to do was punch his face, but I bet I wouldn’t be able to do that right now.

“Where am I ?” I asked as I looked at the room again.

“You passed out after drinking continuously for several days, Adriano, so I brought you here,” he replied, pausing to glance at me. “It’s a miracle you’re not in the hospital right now.” I almost scoffed at his words.

There was no way I was going to end up in the hospital just because I had too much to drink.

“Fuck!” I let out a curse as the headache hit me again this time it felt like it wanted to tear my head apart.

Fuck! I should never drink like that again.

“Here,” I raised my head at hearing his voice. Kyle’s hand was stretched out and without asking questions, I opened my hand and watched him deposit the tablets on it.

“They will help with the headaches.” I threw them into my mouth before he could give me a glass of water.

I gulped down the water after and let out a sigh, I rested my head against the bed rest with my eyes closed.

“We don’t have all day, Adriano. Your brother is waiting for us.” He said and I slowly peeled my eyes open again.

“What does he want?” I asked and got a shrug from him as an answer.

“He wouldn’t say. We will know when we get there,” I let out a groan and closed my eyes again.

“Give me three minutes,” I whispered but knowing Kyle he wasn’t going to give me any room to rest.

“As I said, we don’t have all day, Adriano. You have to—”

“Fine, fine. I’m up.” I pulled myself from the bed and walked toward the bathroom but paused when I got to the door.

I looked down at my clothes with a frown, I stink and I don’t think I will be able to wear these clothes again.

“I’ve ordered some clothes, it will be here anytime soon,” Kyle said as if he could read my mind.

I looked at him appreciatively before stepping into the bathroom, I took a nice cool bath, and after bathing Kyle knocked on the door and handed the clothes to me. I quickly changed into the new clothes and stepped out after I was done, Kyle was texting on his phone when I came out and I didn’t need anyone to tell me who he was texting.

“Ready?” He asked as he pocketed his phone and I nodded and together we left the room, heading for the elevator after making sure nothing was left.

We stepped out of the elevator when it opened and walked to the parking lot. I got into the car and Kyle got in a second later, the car drove out of the parking lot and I rested my head against the window with a sigh. I felt a bit better after taking the drugs but that doesn’t mean I was feeling any better inside. I still feel like shit and I fucking hate it.