Chapter 30 In the dark - Lily
I've always been short tempered, even as a child. Nana used to blame it on the red hair and the green eyes. She said my mother had a temper as well, but that my father really enjoyed it. It was maybe that spark that she had that made him fall for her.
Nana also always tried to rein in my temper. If I acted out, there would be consequences, so I behaved most of the time, keeping my temper on a leash.
But something about Vincent is unleashing that temper that I have absolutely no control over.
He infuriates me so much, I want to kill him and fuck him at the same time.
And the sex did not help my position at all, especially since he was much rougher than the first time. I loved it too, the way he fucked me up against the window.
What I need is my head checked out, because kmaybe my father dropped me as a baby. That could be the only explanation for me liking what we did in my studio.
Vincent has been gone the whole day, along with most of the mafia men that roams around the house. Even Padre has left, leaving me to wonder what the hell is going on.
And I wonder if it has anything to do with the alleged pregnancy.
I can't get over that. I probably never will. It irks me that Vincent had a lover only weeks before we got married. I'm no fool, I didn't exactly think the man was a saint, but the same woman for two years?
Does he love her? Did he think of her when he was inside me? I'm just a girl who doesn't even know much about sex, who still needs time to recover.
He says he's only sleeping with me, but what if he's thinking of her all the time. What if he misses her?
I'm probably just a placeholder for his true love. And now she's pregnant with his baby, too. He's probably chasing after her right now, declaring his undying love.
And I'm stuck here waiting at his house like a devoted housewife.
I hate this shit. And I fucking hate that I'm even thinking of him and wondering if he wants me or not.
The fucking asshole!
I had to take a lavender bath to soothe my raw vagina. I shouldn't even be thinking of sex right now, yet I wonder when he will fuck me again.
It's like I've become obsessed with him.
And I fucking hate every second of it.
I toss and turn in bed, even after I took two pain tablets. Fiona and I was watching a movie in the entertainment room, but she fell asleep quickly, and I wasn't interested in what was going on in the movie anyway.
I check the time on my phone, and it's already past three in the morning.
Is that idiot still working, or is he avoiding me?
I'm finally drifting off to sleep when the door to the bedroom opens, and Vincent tries to quietly enter, but I sit up and switch on the bedside light.
He looks tired, dark circles underneath his eyes. His dark hair that is usually styled to perfection, hangs in curls down his forehead, and the smell of cigarettes is even more potent.
"You should sleep." His voice sounds rough as he starts to undress slowly, like his body is fatigued and he doesn't have the energy to do the simple act.
"What's going on?" I want to know.
"Elio is in the hospital."
I know that is the gist of the mafia. People get killed and hurt, but it doesn't pain me less knowing that something is wrong with Elio who is usually full of smiles and jokes.
"What happened?"
"We don't know. We went to go find Amber, he took her to her apartment." Vincent rounds the bed to his side and sinks into the mattress with his head in his hands. "Either her, or someone else hit him over the head with a very hard object."
"Why?"
"To get away most likely." Vincent groans and falls down flat on the bed next to me. "It's not looking good for him right now. They put him in an induced coma so the swelling on his brain can go down."
"Why is she escaping when she was here yesterday morning crying and shit?" I frown.
It doesn't make sense. She didn't look like someone who wanted to get away yesterday. In fact, she looked like someone who wanted Vincent to claim her.
He turns his head to me. "Exactly my thoughts. We looked everywhere we could think of for her. Family, friends, hospitals, police stations. Either she got abducted, or she's working with someone."
She looks like the type who would stab you in the back if she can't get what she wants.
I turn my back on him. "You have really shitty taste in women, and I want test results of every fucking known disease."
I hope Elio is okay, though, but I don't say that out loud. Vincent has to know I'm not okay with whatever transpired today, and if this was a normal relationship where I had free will, I would've been out of here yesterday morning.
"Okay."
No arguments, no sarcastic reply. Just a tired "okay."
I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.