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Chapter 163
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Vito POVThe corridor outside the suite had been built when this house was new, in 1903, and was thirty-two paces long.I knew this because I had walked it forty-six times.My grandfather sat in the chair by the linen closet with his cane across his knees and the careful patience of a man who had attended six grandchildren in his time and understood that the role of the men in this family during this particular event was to wait, in silence, and to not embarrass themselves by attempting to do anything useful.I was not as practiced as he was.Nicholas had arrived three hours into it and sat down across from me without comment. Emily had come up once, in slippers, to put a hand on my shoulder and tell me, with the soft authority of a woman who had recently survived this same event, that this is what it is supposed to sound like, and that I should not, under any circumstances, lose my mind.I was, currently, losing my mind.Every cry from behind the door arrived in my chest like a small
Dominated By Him Chapter 169
Sophia POVThe baby was due in nine days.I knew this because the calendar in the corner of the kitchen, the one Mrs. Benedetti had hung up the morning we'd told the staff, had a small red circle drawn around a Tuesday in late January, and because every member of this household had been counting backward from that Tuesday for the better part of a month. Vito had pretended not to be counting. He had been the most diligent counter of all.He was, by any honest accounting, more nervous than I was.I caught him at it constantly. He would be reading the morning briefing across the breakfast table and his eyes would lift, every few minutes, to check that I was still sitting where he had last seen me sitting. He would be on a phone call with a banker in Zurich, his voice doing the cold precise work it did, and he would walk slowly across the study while he spoke so he could put one hand against my shoulder on his way past. He had begun to listen, faintly, for sounds. Once I had dropped a tea
Dominated By Him Chapter 168
Vito POVThe mahogany table had not been moved in fifty-three years.I knew the number because my grandfather had told it to me once, with the specific clarity old men reserve for the artifacts of their own legacy. The carvings along the edge were Sicilian, hand-cut by a craftsman in Palermo whose grandsons still received a quiet annual stipend from this family. The chairs around it were original. The decisions made at it had bent the course of three generations of New York.For two years, I had sat at the foot of this table in a wheelchair, with dark glasses across my face and a deliberate vacancy in my answers, while men I had grown up calling uncle spoke around me with the carefully muted condescension of people who believed they were managing a wounded animal.Today, I sat at the head.The chair was upright. The glasses were on the table in front of me, folded, where everyone could see them. My posture was the one I had not used in public since the morning of the accident—shoulder
Dominated By Him Chapter 167
Sophia POVThe days had begun to belong to us.I had not understood, before, how strange it could feel to wake up without listening for something. For a year I had measured every morning by what was wrong with it—the watcher I could not place, the slip I had to keep from making, the next escalation that might be a week away or might arrive before lunch. My body had learned to wake into vigilance. The first thing it had checked, every morning, was the room.Now, the room was just the room.The October light came in slow and gold across the wide bedroom windows. Vito brought me toast and weak tea before he let me sit up—the same plain ritual every morning, small careful gestures from a man who had spent his life moving entire economies with a phone call and was now apparently content to butter toast. He had told the estate he was working from home. He had told New York that anything that did not require him personally could wait. He had told the council that he would attend their meetin
Dominated By Him Chapter 166
Vito POVThe house had settled into the particular silence of a place that has been allowed, after a long stretch of not being allowed, to rest.The fire had burned down to embers. The lamps were turned low. Through the window, the long sweep of grounds beyond the terrace held the kind of darkness only an estate at the edge of nothing held—a single thread of moon along the cypress line, no sirens, no neighbors, no city.Sophia lay in the curve of my arm with her head against my shoulder and her hair spread loose across my chest, breathing the slow even breathing of a woman who had let herself be held without bracing for the next thing. She had eaten. She had bathed. Doctor Russo had come and gone, pronouncing her body and the child she carried both bruised but intact. The day had been carefully, deliberately quiet—the kind of quiet I had built specifically for her.And in the quiet, what I had been carrying for two years had nowhere to hide.I traced the line of her collarbone with th
Dominated By Him Chapter 165
Sophia POVI came back to myself slowly, the way you do after a sleep so deep that your body has had to remember it is a body before it can do anything else.The first thing I registered was warmth. Sunlight, ordinary and benevolent, lay across the foot of the bed in a wide, slow rectangle. It was the kind of light that came in late mornings at the estate—filtered through the tall east-facing windows, softened by the curtains Mrs. Benedetti always left half-drawn—and for a single disoriented moment my body relaxed before my brain caught up, because some part of me had not expected to wake in light again.The second thing I registered was that I was not alone.He was sitting in the armchair he'd pulled up to the bed sometime in the night, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a small porcelain bowl in his hands. The dark glasses were gone. So was the wheelchair—I caught its absence the way you catch a missing piece of furniture in a room you've known for a year. He looked up when my breathing
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