He nods his head as he slowly moves toward my bed. He places a hand on the frame, his face closed off as he looks down at me. “Good,” he mutters and he seems to be thinking something over. “Enzo is alive,” he finally says.
A rush of air leaves my lungs and my head spins. As much as I hate to admit it, the thought of Enzo dying doesn’t sit well with me. Not just because I thought it was the consequence of being intimate with me. But because that talk about absolutely everything and nothing, the way he’s taken care of me… those things have taken root in my head, traveling to another part of my body that I don’t want to pay close attention to.
“Can I…” I clear my throat, trying to get my words straight but tongue feels too thick in my mouth.
“Have a Xanax?” he finishes, his tone lightening.
So I guess the maid reported back my request.
I should have known that she was going to run to one of the Costas and tell them what I asked. The poor lady probably thought I was going to try to hang myself with those sheets she’d just placed on the bed.
I probably should have.
"I… that’s not what I was going to ask,” I say, rubbing my arm. “I was going to ask if I could go back to my room since it’s apparently not a crime scene.”
His lips twitch the slightest but his eyes hold no joy. “If that’s what you want, yes. Someone will be in to fix the wall later on today.”
“What happened to the wall?” The answer should be obvious and my brain finally connects after a second.
That shot had to have gone somewhere if it didn’t go into Enzo’s head.
Vito inclines his head the slightest. “Maximo shot the wall and then he proceeded to run his fists through it a couple of times. It;s a mess.”
“Oh.”
His hand slides into his pocket and I watch as he pulls out a little white pill. “I brought this for you, but if you no longer want it-”
He doesn’t even have to finish his sentence. I snatch the Xanax from his palm and throw it into my mouth, swallowing it dry.
His brow rises the smallest bit, but he doesn’t comment on it, instead nodding his head. “Let’s go.”
I get to my feet, following behind him. I think we’re going to my room but a frown crosses my lips when I realize we’re moving in the opposite direction.
We’re going to Giovanni’s office?
It’s the last place I want to be right now, I want to remain as far as possible from him and his brother right now.
But before we make it to Giovanni’s office door, Vito stops, turning to a closed door. I squint, recognition moving through me.
The basement.
My blood runs cold.
Nothing good happens in this basement.
Even Maximo is afraid of it.
It’s where his brother punishes him and it’s the same place that Giovanni punished me the night he caught me with another’s man’s hands on me.
He’d shown no remorse about cutting those same hands off or about the way he’d fucked and punished me, leaving me in the basement for I don’t know how long.
Time had blurred together down there.
Am I here to be punished again?
I did mouth off to Giovanni right before the shootout and he’s proved that he doesn’t forget shit.
I freeze before taking a step back.