Chapter 86 : Make It Hurt
Chapter 86: Make It Hurt
Angelo
Yet, my father said that ten slices was too less, there should have been thirty at least. He demonstrated that to me, somehow not killing me in the process. So next time, I did fifty and it was an innocent man. Someone my father had picked up from the city. He had a wife and three children for whom he had been out buying pastries. I killed him slowly while he begged, I didn't eat more than bread for the next week.
‘Make it hurt.’ So I did,
‘Forget your emotion.’ So I did.
Love can only make you weak, so I never loved it. Not truly, till she came and then I knew nothing but love.
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Sophie POV
The mansion was giant, leaves crawled up its white walls, curling on the railing of the massive balcony of the mansion. It covered so much land and the stairs which led up to it seemed to be neverending. The garage on the right was the biggest I had seen, the mansion towered over everything and it seemed to be towering over the damn clouds. The windows were dark, showing nothing inside. We got out of the car, I forgot to wait for one of them to open the door for me but I was too eager. The mansion was so glorious.
“This is yours?” I asked them.
“Or doesn't it belong to the capo?”
“It is ours.” Luciano answered simply and I wondered just how many digits their bank balance had. We climbed the staircase and on the top of it stood two men, Abel smiled at me.
“Hello Sophie.”
“Hi,” I replied. I liked him, he was nice and always smiling and he put me at ease.
The second man extended his hand towards me, he was tall and broad with rough features and his golden curls were tied back in a ponytail. He also has brown eyes, his face was firm and there was a scar, a large vertical one on his neck. I took his hand in mine, feeling myself shift closer to the Rizzos.
“This is Paul Rizzo.” Angelo said.
“He is going to be your head bodyguard from now on. In our absence, he will keep you safe.”
He looks like a man who could keep someone really safe or really unsafe.
“He is our only bearable cousin.” Adriano said.
“And he will protect you with his life.” I nodded my head.
“Hello, Mr. Rizzo. You can call me Sophie.” He nodded.
“Call me Paul.
“Or Paulo, he prefers that.” Abel added. He rolled his eyes at him.
“I don't, feel free to call me Paul.”
“He really prefers Paulo…”
“Enough!” Angelo grumbled.
“Is all of our staff here?”
“Sophie's room is one of the rooms on the second floor, the one with a balcony.” He added and I knew my expression brightened.
“Yours is the rooms surrounding it, all rooms are prepared though. So settle your ass in any room and your kitchen shit.” He looked at Adriano.
“You million books.” He said and looked at Luciano.
“Your million files.” He looked at Angelo.
“And your million art supplies are all here.” He looked at me.
“I will be accepting thank you by a raise.” Abel added.
“You already got too much.” Luciano pushed past him, taking my hand in his. I waved at Abel who waves back and I walked inside the mansion with my three men.
The doors opening into a larger hall of luxury, I had expected golden things but this place wasn't all that shiny. It was gloomy, vintage and gothic. It was so perfect. Dark stairs crawled up the mansion, crossing each other on every floor, forming a square balcony and framing the large hall five times. There were multiple doors and corridors, the ceiling had a giant and a freaking giant chandelier hanging from it. It was switched off but its crystals reflected the light from the other lights of the mansion. The floor was pure marble and some couches were set up in the middle of the hall. My fingers twitched to sketch all of this.
“Do you want to use the elevator or stairs?” Adriano asked.
“Stairs,” I replied. I want to explore the house.
I felt like a princess standing at the large balcony which overlooked everything. I could see the guards at the gate from here, I could see the woods around us and I could see the hint of the city but it was too far away. I could see people working in the front yard. I could see Abel and Paul sucking faces. Apparently, Paulo was supposed to be with me only when I wanted to go out which means that I could go out. But under disguise, of course. He had Abel pushed against a tree. I slipped the white wine I had stolen from the large collection there was in the caller beside the gigantic kitchen Adriano was in right now.
I walked inside the room, sliding the doors shut but kept the curtains open. I sat on my large bed which seemed to be made of clouds. My room was large with a large closet that already had my clothes inside and a large bathroom. I got under covers, opening my laptop.
‘Call mother and tell her about father being out of the prison.’ The voice came into my head.
If I did, I would have to tell her a lot. The Rizzo had assured me of her safety when they wanted my forgiveness in the car when I wasn't talking to them. She will be safe. My stepfather was a strong man, he could keep my father out and with the Rizzos protecting her too, I doubted anything would happen to her. What if something did happen to her? No matter how much I disliked my mother, I could not let her be in harm's way when I could do something about it.
A few days went by and nothing happened between me and Rizzo, our conversation in the limousine was a ghost that haunted all of us. Although, they did love me knowing just how pathetic I was. They were so powerful, so magnetic and shared of themselves. I was nothing but a bundle of nervousness and too many problems. We co-existed easily in the mansion, we didn't talk much, just pleasantries yet their eyes lingered and darkened when they fell on me. We are giving you time, they seemed to say with their eyes and when you don't need more time, we will pounce and it will hurt.
I wondered if the hurt was what I needed, if them, controlling me in the bedroom was what kept the worries away from me a little, knowing they were there to shoulder the worries. To control them as they controlled me, they couldn't control my demons, they were mine to fight. But they pushed them away when they looked at me in their arms. They might have lied, and they were still lying to me but everything in me silenced when they touched me. In that silence was the peace that I had always chased. They were the peace I had chased for so long even though they looked to be made of pure chaos.