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“I’m so sorry!” I wailed, my emotions flooding now as I hugged her as tightly as I could.
“For what?” Dahlia asked, confused, then offered me the glass. “There’s more cup of drink.”
She giggled and then snorted. “Cup of drink.” She repeated like it was the funniest thing in the world.
“I kept fucking Gio when you were kidnapped,” I sobbed. “I’m such a bad friend! I’m so sorry!”
“Oh,” Dahlia blinked but then nodded. “Yeah, that’s fair.”
“What?” I gaped at her, bewildered by her nonchalant response. It could’ve been the alcohol, but I swore I thought she was glowing a blue-ish color, though it could’ve been the light from the TV screen.
“I’d do the same,” Dahlia admitted with a silly grin, “so it’s okay. I know how much you worried about me. If he took your mind off of me, then good for you. You needed a good fuck, so I’m happy for you!”
“Dolly,” I whimpered, my eyes flooding with tears once more. “You’re the bestest friend ever.”
“No, you’re the bestest bestest friend ever,” Dahlia refused, shaking her head adamantly as she booped my nose.
“No, you’re the bestest bestest bestest friend ever!” I refuted as the two of us held onto one another, absolutely drunk out of our minds as we cried and giggled at the same time.
“You know what?” Dahlia suddenly gasped. “Since I’m the bestest and you’re the bestest, we should get married! Fuck boys. We’d be great together!”
I blinked rapidly, thinking it over for a solid minute but then I beamed. That would solve all my problems! “You’re right! We’d be the best! Do they have an Elvis here?”
“Who’s Elvis?” Dahlia burst into laughter.
“Mierda,” Maria sighed, shaking her head as she looked at the two of our drunken asses, practically making plans to get married
Before we could do anything we’d regret, however, a familiar jingle rang out through the living room, and Dolly jumped two feet in the air. She fished her phone from her pocket, staring blankly at the screen.
I leaned over her shoulder to see who it was and the heated fuzzy buzz in my head ran cold.
It was Tallon.
I’d never gotten sober more quickly than I did right then.
*Giovani*
“It’s such a pleasure to meet the Don of the Valentinos.” Dmitri smiled as he watched me carefully. There was a coldness to his eyes, the black irises almost dead-looking as he stared at me, not even blinking.
Fucking bastard.
“Unfortunately, we couldn’t have met under better circumstances,” Dmitri glanced around at the empty warehouse around us, a dozen men with their eyes and guns on me. “But you’re quite a hard man to find these days, Giovani.”
“Fuck off,” I spat, in no mood for these games.
Dmitri laughed, a high cold sound that was more like a ghost than an actual human being. There was a dark glint in his eyes as he stepped forward into my space, only two steps away from me.
He didn’t look angry or upset. He didn’t even look happy or pleased to finally have me in his clutches. He just looked empty–like a hollow shell without any substance inside.
Dmitri glanced down at his hands, the black leather gloves he wore making an unpleasant squeaking sound as he testingly squeezed them together. Finally, he smirked, looking at me dead in the eye.
Then, faster than I could blink, his hand was around my throat, squeezing tightly as he grabbed me roughly and pulled me forward by the neck. I gasped at the sudden lack of oxygen, choking on my own tongue from how fast it had all happened.
Dmitri smiled pleasantly, like we were having a respectful conversation and he didn’t have his hands around my throat and one of his men pointing a gun at the back of my head.
“Soon,” Dmitri warned softly, “you’ll be speaking with a different tone. You’ll need to start talking… more respectfully.”
Even with how tight his grip around my throat was, I glared furiously at the man who’d fucked with my family, my organization. The image of Dahlia’s blood on my hands as we rushed her to the hospital flashed in my mind, and the way he smirked at the camera as he mercilessly killed a teenager.
Respectfully, my ass.
I spit in his face, smirking strainedly as the lob of spit hit him directly under the eye, and he looked at the ground, finally letting go of my neck.
I gasped for air, breathing in deeply and quickly. I hadn’t realized how dizzy I had been from the lack of oxygen until it all came rushing back in.
Dmitri wiped my spit off his face, staring passively at me like I had done just what he had expected me to do, but there was a deeper emotion hidden just under the surface–the first time I noticed any kind of emotion from him.
Disappointment.
The realization hit me like a brick, and for a moment, we stared at one another, enemies on either side of a crumbling foundation.
Dmitri smiled–a horrible, twisted kind of smile like a man who had seen nightmares and lavished in them. His eyes glinted with a dark kind of excitement, and I wasn’t prepared in the slightest.
The first crack had been made and Dmitri lashed out, his fist colliding with my face. The strength was enough to push me back, but the chair I was wrapped in prevented me from moving.
Without my arms to defend myself, I was a sitting duck. I could only sit there and take it as his fist beat into my face repeatedly, each time getting stronger, more aggressive, and wilder as he cared less about technique and more about just hurting me as much as he possibly could.
I grunted from the attack, keeping my teeth clenched so I didn’t bite my tongue before it was finally over. With the final punch, I heard a crunch, and I sucked in a breath from my mouth as my nose collapsed against my face, cutting off any air supply through it.
My whole face was burning in pain, and my right eye was swollen, half closed as I felt a bruise blooming around it. My nose was in an awkward shape, and it hurt to breathe through it. I tasted the blood pouring from my nose as I sucked in a breath through my mouth.
My nose was definitely broken, and I was nursing a black eye. I ran my tongue across my lip, feeling the split. Of course, he had gone for the face.
I lamented briefly for him ruining my face for Olivia. I knew how handsome she thought I was. Still, at least once I saw her again, I couldn’t wait for her to nurse me back to health. Really, I should thank him.
Olivia caring for me day and night until I was better was a good enough exchange for the destruction of my face.
Amusement burst to life in my chest. Despite the pain in my eye and nose and lip, I began to laugh. This was nothing to me. I’d been through hell and back to make it where I was and this… this was child’s play.
“Is that all you have?” I smirked up at him, even as I tasted blood in my mouth.
Dmitri narrowed his eyes at me, and finally, a hint of annoyance flickered across his face, and victory sang in my blood–a second crack in that emotionless demeanor.
Dmitri smiled, cold and unforgiving, as he reached for my face and wiped the blood from my cheeks.
“This isn’t even the beginning,” he said casually.
He could’ve been discussing the weather with how bored he looked. I was disgusted to have his hands anywhere near my face, but then Dmitri smirked, and I stiffened as his mask dropped just the slightest bit.
If eyes were windows to the soul, then I had seen exactly what was contained within Dmitri.
Madness.
And he proved it as he pressed two fingers against my broken nose and pushed as hard as he could in the opposite direction it was facing. The pain was excruciating, and I heard a pop as I clenched my teeth to prevent a scream from falling out.
