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Chapter 10: The Thirty-Day Queen
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The Vitale Brothers Ruined Me, Then Made Me Their Queen Chapter 10: The Thirty-Day Queen
It is two in the morning.The house is sleeping. The monsters are in their caves.But the light under the library door is still on.I stand in the hallway. I am wearing my oversized t-shirt, my bare feet cold on the marble. I am shivering, but not from the temperature.I am shivering because I am about to walk into the lion’s den and ask him not to eat me.I touch the spot on my chest where the diary burned against my skin earlier.I am blood.But blood isn't enough. Blood gets spilled. I need leverage. I need time.Sofia Greco is coming in a week. Once she is here, I am done. I will be locked in the basement, or sold, or "disappeared" to keep the new bride happy.I need a shield.I push the door open.Aureliano is there. He is sitting in a leather armchair by the fire, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He isn't reading. He is staring at the flames.He looks up as I enter.He doesn't look surprised. He looks bored."I didn't call for you," he says. His voice is gravel and smoke.I walk
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The cleaners have already scrubbed the blood from the patio. The bullet holes in the kitchen window are covered with plywood.In the Vitale house, violence is just a spill to be wiped up.I am in the drawing room. It is a space of dark leather, heavy velvet, and silence.Aureliano stands by the fireplace. He looks pristine. Not a hair out of place. It is impossible to believe that hours ago, his house was under siege.Ciro sits in the corner, nursing a whiskey. Spadino is sprawled on the sofa, still vibrating with that manic energy, cleaning his nails with a knife."The Corsicans were a message," Aureliano says calmly. "But we do not reply with noise. We reply with structure."He gestures to the crystal decanter on the low table."Graziella. Wine."I move.One step. Two steps.My body aches. My thighs burn from the friction of the panic room. My lip is swollen where Spadino bit me. But I am moving.I pick up the heavy crystal bottle. It weighs a ton.I pour for Ciro first. He doesn't
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The diary burns against my skin.I can feel the leather cover pressing between my breasts, hidden by my dress. Every breath I take reminds me it’s there.I am blood.The thought echoes in my head, louder than the clatter of pans in the kitchen. I am scrubbing a copper pot, my hands red and raw from the hot water. Ciro is nowhere to be seen.The house is quiet. Too quiet.Then the world explodes.CRASH.The kitchen window—reinforced glass, bulletproof, I assumed—doesn't shatter. It spiders. A web of white cracks blooms instantly across the pane.Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.The sound is distant at first, then deafening. Automatic gunfire. It sounds like a typewriter from hell.I drop the pot. Water splashes my legs."Get down!"I don't know who yells it. I don't move. I freeze. It’s my instinct. Be a statue. Be a ghost.The back door kicks open.Spadino Vitale slides into the room. He isn't holding a gun. He’s holding a knife, and he’s laughing.He looks wild. His curls are a mess, his eyes wid
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The library smells of dust and dead words."Clean it," Ciro had said this morning, tossing me a rag. "Every shelf. Every book."It was a punishment for the broken wine bottle. Or maybe just a reminder that I am less than a servant here. Servants get paid. I just get to survive another day.I climb the ladder to the highest shelf.I pull down heavy, leather-bound volumes. History. Law. Politics. The Vitales study power like other people study religion.My arms ache. My cheek still throbs where Aureliano struck me. The heat of it hasn't faded, even if the redness has.I pull a thick book on Sicilian maritime law from the shelf.It’s stuck.I frown. I tug harder.It slides out, but something clicks behind it. A hollow sound. Not wood hitting wood. Metal hitting metal.I freeze. I look around. The library is empty. The door is closed.I push the books on either side apart.There, set into the dark wood of the shelving unit, is a small, grey panel. A safe.It’s old. Electronic, but an olde
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The dress lies on the bed like a puddle of smoke.It isn't a dress. It’s an insult.It’s sheer grey chiffon. No lining. No structure. Just a whisper of fabric meant to veil, not hide."Put it on," the guard says from the hallway. "And nothing else."I dress with shaking hands.The fabric settles against my skin. It’s cold. It clings to every curve, every scar, every goosebump. I look in the mirror. I can see the dark circles of my areolas. I can see the shadow between my legs.I am naked. Worse than naked. I am wrapped in a suggestion.I walk down the stairs. My bare feet make no sound on the marble.The dining room doors are open. The sound of male laughter spills out, heavy and thick with cigar smoke.I stop at the threshold.There are six men at the long table.Aureliano sits at the head. He looks like a king in a black suit. Ciro is on his right, silent, drinking water. Spadino is on his left, spinning his knife on the tablecloth.The other three are strangers. Associates. Men wit
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The bathroom light is unforgiving. It hums, flickering slightly, casting a sickly yellow pallor over my skin.I lean into the mirror.There are three marks on my collarbone.One. Two. Three.They aren't love bites. They are bruises. Dark, angry purple blooming into ugly yellow at the edges.Spadino came to my room late last night. After Aureliano.He didn't ask. He didn't knock. He just opened the unlocked door and claimed his turn. He was frantic, messy, his hands grasping too hard, his teeth scraping against my skin. He treated me like a toy he was trying to break just to see how the pieces fit together.I unscrew the cap of the cheap concealer I managed to keep from my old life. It’s almost empty.I dab the beige cream onto the purple skin.Tap. Tap. Tap.I have to hide them. If Aureliano sees them, he’ll be annoyed. Not because I’m hurt, but because the property is damaged. Damaged goods lose value.The door opens behind me.There is no sound. No footstep. Just the sudden displace
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