Chapter 57 : It Is All My Fault
Chapter 57: It Is All My Fault
Adriano
It was hard, letting Sophie go. Now that I had her. I wanted her in my arms all the time, sometimes it didn't feel real. It felt as if she would just walk out one day and never come back.
“When will they be back?” She asked.
“Soon,” I replied.
“Do you need something?” She shook her head.
“No,” I hummed, my finger still working on her lower back.
“Are you nervous about leaving?” I asked and he nodded her head.
“Yes,” I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Do you want to go?”
“I don't want to leave you three.” She mumbled.
“It feels wired in my stomach when I think of leaving.” She added.
It felt weird in my stomach as well when I thought of her leaving.
“Then don't.”
“Angelo will get hurt.” She muttered.
“What?”
“He is next in line. No more hurt.” She mumbled and then fell asleep.
When Sophie woke up, she was crying because of her cramps again.
“Kitten,” she sniffled as I sat up, cuddling her into my arms as her body shook. I hated this, her being in pain and I could do nothing about it.
“I need to change.” I hesitantly let her go and she got off the bed, her movements slow and walked out of the room with me beside her holding her hand.
One thing I had come to know is that picking her up when she was having cramps was not a good idea even the lowest pressure on her stomach made her cry. We entered her room and she walked inside the bathroom, closing the door. I sat on her bed, looking at the books on her bed. My brother and I never graduated high school, we would have if we ever got the chance. Still Angelo and Luciano were fucking geniuses, Luciano had his name in various researches and Angelo was too fucking good in business. I helped her arrange her books on her desk, knowing she would throw these on the bed as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom.
The door opened before long and she threw herself on the bed, looking at me expectedly. I laid down broad ever and she snuggled to my side again throwing her leg over me and one arm came around my chest.
“Adriano?” She called.
“Yes?”
“Ten people died.” She mumbled.
“It was all my fault.” She burst into tears.
This was a pattern, too. She cried because Luciano and I got hurt and then she cried because of the ten people who had died and then she cried because Susan’s cafe got shut down. It was an awful cycle that left me feeling powerless because there was nothing I could do to convince her that none of this was her fault. If anything, it was ours
“Kitten, it wasn't your fault.” I tried to assure her but she cried more on my chest, little sobs which shook her whole body as she clutched to me as if I was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I held her, that was all I could do when she refused to listen to me.
“It wasn't your fault,” I mumbled to her.
“It was,” she said back and I for some reason had a feeling she was referring to more things than I thought.
She was a little mystery box, you could find out her ring size, you could tell what she was thinking and you could tell when she was lying but sometimes she hid. She was damn good at that, you wouldn't even realize it when she hid like that, it was quick. She hid like that when she woke up crying in her sleep. I knew about what happened to her but I didn't know how deeply it was engraved into her. I wanted to know, I wanted her to tell me everything. Because her father was a suspect too because he had run away from his prison a few months back. That was when it all had started.
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Sophie POV
“How deep is it?” I asked, looking into the pull.
“Pretty deep.” Angelo replied.
“Luciano likes to act like a deepwater fish sometimes.” I laughed and he smiled.
“You want to go in?” He asked, I rubbed the back of my neck.
We were standing near the indoor pool they had and it was right beside the gym. I was to have a tour of the place but I had seen most of the place.
“I am not a very good swimmer.”
That was an understatement, my mother had to save me from dying the last time I was in a pool. That was at a pool party at my uncle's house when I was ten years old.
“I won't let you drown.” He smiled at me and pulled me close to him.
“Yes or no?” I bit my lip.
“Yes,”
“Good girl.” My face heated up and kissed my lips.
“Go, get into the swimsuit.” I nodded.
He slowly removed his arms from around me and I walked out of the large room and climbed the staircase. I walked inside my room and then my closet and then I raised what kind of swimsuit I had. The Rizzos had picked the swimsuit and I had barely paid attention because I didn't think I would be swimming in the last week of the month. But the pool could be heated and then the temperature of the room could be maintained. These swimsuits, one had thin black and white vertical stripes and I knew it would show off my ass too much because the bottoms were barely there. It would show the little stretch marks I had on the top of my thigh too. The second one was red, deep red but it would show my breasts too much, more like a lack of them.
I took my phone out of my pocket and went to Sarah's number because I couldn't stop myself. She wasn't picking up my calls or replying anymore. What she had said on the day Adriano got poisoned. I couldn't lie, I had been avoiding thinking about it. I couldn't tell the Rizzos, they would probably tell their capo. I didn't want Sarah to get hurt and she couldn't have done anything to harm Adriano, not when I had ranted about them to her like a million times. She couldn't, she must have been talking about something else. She had to.
I wore a shirt over the swimsuit, buttoning it down and walked out of the room. I descended the staircase and walked inside the room which had the pool again. All three of them were there, half dressed, talking amongst themselves while sitting at the edge of the pool, casually looking like the next supermodels. This was the first time I was seeing them like this. I had seen Luciano half naked before but my eyes had been more on his ripped shoulder to put my mind on other parts. I had seen Adriano half naked as well but I hadn't taken one single glance at him.