Luca - His to Possess: A Ruthless Scion Novella Page 5

  Nine

  Forget to Remember

  “Take me to the door,” I say to Naima as soon as Mrs. Almonte makes the announcement. I try to keep my voice calm. “Please.”

  “No problem. I can’t believe it took Powerball this long to come get you,” she says, helping me to my feet.

  But I can’t smile. Or even pretend to. Because I already know who’s here.

  Jake might be the son of someone specializing in “disaster clean-up,” but Luca Ferraro is a straight up Mafia prince. Poised to take over the Ferraro Crime Family, probably as soon as next year when he finishes his degrees. Of course, he’d send someone else to do his dirty work.

  “Oh,” Naima says, not bothering to hide her surprise when she finds Big Italian Tony standing on her parent’s front porch. Doused in Drakkar Noir rather than the expensive scent Jake wears.

  But I just say, “Okay…can you give Naima her jacket and I’ll come with you back to Jake’s?”

  I keep my voice casual. Calm. But I can tell Naima is weirded out by my sudden decision to go off with my boyfriend’s humongous friend.

  She clings to me as we hug goodbye. “Are you sure you want to go?” she asks, seemingly not so eager for me to reconcile with Jake now. “You can stay here as long as you want.”

  I smile at her in a way I hope looks reassuring. “I’m fine,” I tell her. “It’s just time for me to go.”

  I can only hope she will drop this when I’m gone. That she won’t go out of her way to seek answers after my disappearance. The last thing I want is for my father to inadvertently get another woman I love killed.

  I can almost sense her eyes on my back as Big Italian Tony guides me to the car. The wrong way. Grabbing my arm and pulling me toward what turns out to be the back seat.

  I hear the metal whine of him opening the door for me, but I don’t immediately get in. “They’re innocent, and I didn’t tell them anything,” I say to him. “They don’t even know who I really am, and if they try to look into it, WITSEC will kill the investigation. Promise not to hurt them, and I’ll go with you quietly.”

  A tick. Then Big Italian Tony says, “Alright, fine. Just get in.”

  Two hours later I’m Bella again.

  I’m back in a desolate forest. I can’t see it, but I can smell it, feel it, taste it. Pine needles and sharp, biting winds that sneak up your nose and down your throat. And though these woods aren’t as far away as Massachusetts, it feels like I’m walking through the same woods where I grew up. The same place where I lost my sight. Where my mother ignobly lived and died…

  I keep my stick at a diagonal, feeling for obstacles while I walk straight ahead like Big Italian Tony commanded. He’s right behind me. I can hear his shoes crunching over the recently unfrozen ground. And I can sense the gun in his hand—the one he’s going to shoot me in the head with before he buries me.

  We seem to be heading somewhere specific, so I guess the grave has already been dug. That’s probably why he didn’t come after me last night. This guy’s a pro like my dad.

  I walk stoically toward my pre-prepared hole in the ground, not wanting to give Fake Jake any more of my pride than I already have.

  But I say to Big Italian Tony, “After we’re done here, please make sure to let Luca know his whole mission was pointless. My dad would never have come out of hiding for me. He set up that account with me when I was ten. Told me that no matter what happened, I’d always be able to reach him there. I’ve sent him an email like that at least once a month since I learned how to use a computer again. Know how many he’s sent back? Zero. You guys slaughtered his entire family, and I’m only the secret daughter nobody was supposed to know about. He doesn’t give a shit about me. He’d never come out of hiding for me.”

  It’s a huge thing to admit, but no tears come to my eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from writing the letters, but I know my dad was never going to come back to get me and whisk me away to whatever tropical island he’s hiding out on. I accepted that a long time ago.

  But then Big Italian Tony says, “Don’t know about that. Danny had a special place in his heart for you, and his real kids were spoiled as fuck. Dumb as shit. Plus, I guess, he had a big heart on for your mom, or else he wouldn’t have taken my deal. If you ask me, if there was anything could have brought that fucker out of hiding it would have been his precious Bella. Nah—this ain’t an invitation to shoot the shit.” When I stop, he nudges the gun into my back. “Keep walking.”

  I do as commanded, but ask, “How do you know my father?”

  “We worked together. At least we tried to. He was supposed to kidnap the kid. Make it look like this one New York gang did it. Keep him out here for a while then put a couple of bullets in his brain and send him back to the Ferraros in pieces. You see, Luca’s father started talking about going legit, so I needed a way to convince him not to. And nothing’s more convincing than a war. It was a good plan, but Danny missed a camera at the fancy boarding school he kidnapped the kid from, so suddenly everybody, including the police, knows it’s him a few days later. So the Ferarro family ends up warring with his Boston family, and his Boston family’s so pissed they’re looking to retire him early.”

  “This was all you?” I ask, shaking my head. “My father kidnapped Luca because of you? The Romanos and Ferraros battled for years because of you?”

  “Hey kid, I was only trying to keep Luca’s father from making a bad call. And your dad said he needed the money to move someplace safe from the Romanos with you and your mom. Know how long it took me to save up a million for that deposit? Only to have him fuck it up? If you think about it, I’m the one who got gypped in that deal.”

  Wait… “He was going to take us somewhere?” I asked. “Like to live? As a family?”

  “Yeah, stupid fuck thought he was going to get a happy ending. Should have known—guys like him don’t get happy endings.”

  Oh God…everything I thought I knew about my father begins to rewrite itself. “You killed my mom and bombed our house to cover your tracks?”

  “He called me that day, you know. Told me he was going to kill the kid then take you and your mother someplace you wouldn’t be found. He was trying to keep up his side of the deal. What he didn’t know was me and the crew were already on our way there. That’s what you get for being honorable.”

  He made a disgusted sound. “And I guess this is what I get for leaving loose ends. Thought it was strange when your pops came after me later, screaming about me killing his moolie and his daughter. I thought you were with him since we didn’t find you in the house. But Danny and me didn’t exactly have time to discuss all the specifics since I had to kill him before he killed me. But now that I think back on it, the kid must have lied. I guess he was stupid from the start when it came to you.”

  Daddy… my chest fills with sorrow. Because he wasn’t a good man. But he was my father, and I didn’t realize how much he truly loved my mother, loved me. Until now. And suddenly I get why I kept writing. Because I knew. Deep down I knew he hadn’t lied to me about that account. I knew he would have answered if he was out there.

  But he wasn’t out there. And that was why he hadn’t written back. And suddenly my body becomes hot with rage against the man who orchestrated all of this and manipulated us like fools.

  “What is it about you anyway?” he asks from behind me. “After all that effort he put into using you to get to your father, Luca was ready to let you go. Said we should leave you be and let you live your life. That you’d already been through enough. I don’t know if that one’s going to go over so well when he takes over the family. He’s too soft. Might have to figure out how to off him, too—oh, stop right there. We’re at your hole.”

  And that’s how I find out you can’t just will love away. Forget to remember, like a Frank Sinatra song. My heart thunders with the need to do something. Because after this guy kills me, he’ll go back to the city and kill Luca, too. Maybe not right away, but eventually.

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bsp; I can smell the grave beside me. Moist, fresh dirt in stark contrast with the rest of the frozen forest floor.

  “I have one last request,” I say.

  He gives an irritated grunt but must be curious because he says, “Alright. What is it?”

  “I want to crawl into the grave and then get shot. Not the other way around.”

  He lets out an appreciative chuckle. “Dignity, huh? Don’t see much of that these days. Especially among your generation. No wonder Luca got so stupid over you! Alright, sweetheart, hole’s right in front of you.”

  “Right in front of me?” I make a big show of stepping forward.

  “No, right in front of you on your side,” he answers.

  I step in the opposite direction of where I know the hole to be. “Right here?”

  “No, turn around.”

  I turn…in the exact wrong direction.

  “Oh, for Chrissakes…fucking Stevie Wonder!”

  I hear him come forward to point me in the right direction. But before he can touch my arm as intended, he gasps when I reach out and shove him in the exact direction of the hole.

  A gunshot goes off, and then I hear, “Fucking TROIA!”

  With the sound of him calling me all kinds of bitch in Italian, I take off running in the exact direction we came from Tony’s car.

  I don’t have his keys, but I heard other cars when we got out so he must have left it parked near a road. If I have to, I’ll stand in the street and wave someone down—

  I slam into a chest and almost go flying backward…except a pair of arms wrap around me.

  “Jake!” I breathe out, inhaling his familiar scent.

  He doesn’t answer. And I don’t realize he has a gun until his arm kicks and a gunshot explodes right beside my head.

  The next thing I hear is the sound of a heavy body dropping.

  Big Italian Tony. I’ll later find out he climbed out of the grave and was right on my tail. If Luca hadn’t gotten that call from Naima… If he hadn’t put a tracking device inside my mobility cane… If he’d gotten there even a minute later… I would be dead.

  But right then I don’t know any of this, and I have a choice to make when he tells me to “wait here.”

  I could not wait there. I could run. Back to the road. Try to get a ride directly to WITSEC. Try for a new life.

  But in the end…

  The melody for “Somethin’ Stupid” plays in my head as I turn in the direction of the wingtips crunching over the still half-frozen ground.

  The footsteps stop. And this time, I don’t even flinch when two more gunshots sound. Ending a lie that began eight years ago.

  Ten

  The Second Time Around

  Instead of running, I listen to the sound of him shoveling the rest of the dirt into a grave meant for me over the body of Big Italian Tony—whose name, I later discover, is Greggi Deltano. Dry-eyed. And then I’m underneath Fake Jake’s arm as he guides me to his car.

  We don’t talk about what happened on the drive back into the city. He walks me into his building. A voice calls out a cheery hello to me. The daytime doorman, I realize with a start. So much has happened, my world’s been turned upside down along with everything I thought I knew. But it’s not even time for the night shift yet.

  When we arrive inside the apartment, it feels for the first time like I’m coming home. It’s familiar. I’m grateful for it. In ways I could never have been a couple of days ago.

  “What should I call you now?” I ask him.

  “Whatever you want,” he answers.

  I don’t ask Luca to sleep in another bedroom. Another two days pass by, and I start studying for the bar. And after two weeks, I shake him awake in the middle of the night and ask if I can be on top.

  We haven’t had sex since the night before the party. I can feel his hesitation before he reaches over and positions me above him.

  The sex is quiet. No jokes. No conditions. Just Luca holding my hips as I find my climax with increasingly desperate thrusts.

  Then he holds me when I break down sobbing against his chest. Everything I’ve been holding back comes out in one long cry as if the orgasm uncorked the sea of tears I’ve been holding back all these years.

  “I’m sorry,” I say several minutes later. “I never cry. Never.”

  “Just with me.”

  “Yeah,” I whisper. And then I drop a kiss on his chest.

  “You know I really am crazy about you, right? I wasn’t lying about that. Guess you got under my skin.”

  “Well, Frank Sinatra was Italian too.”

  I both hear and feel the rumble of his laugh in my ear.

  Then he says, “Want me to kill Deltano’s whole family like he killed yours? I will. Just give me the word.”

  “He killed my family after my dad kidnapped and tortured you,” I point out.

  “I don’t care. I’ll do it. He’s got two sons. Both of them talk too much. Just say the word.”

  I don’t laugh. I don’t think it’s a joke. But I do smile against his chest as I say, “No, please don’t do that.”

  And a few days later when I get a special braille invitation to attend Talia’s over-the-top wedding on the island nation of Victoire, I ask Luca if he wants to come along.

  Months later when we arrive in Victoire, I’m still trying to figure out how we made it to a happy ending.

  However different I thought it was going to be with Talia, it’s not. Even though she’s the mother of two and has received a huge status upgrade from reluctant law student, she chooses to stand in a corner with Luca and me at the rehearsal dinner after-party, like I’m the most important person at her party. We talk about old times and the many accessibility challenges that will come with taking the bar in September. But as soon as Luca excuses himself to use the bathroom, Talia drops the small talk and starts in with her real questions.

  “So you’re living together now, but you still haven’t met his family?” she whispers.

  “Nope,” I answer. “And trust me, I’m cool with that.”

  Luckily, Luca comes back before I have to explain why.

  We stay on for two more days after the wedding to make sure we take full advantage of the quiet tropical setting before heading back to noisy New York City.

  “You still got something against dating Italians?” he asks me as we sit on the lounge chairs outside our bungalow at the resort Talia put all her guests up in.

  “Nanh, I guess not,” I answer grinning up into the warm sun.

  “How about marrying one then?” He turns my hand sun up and places a small fuzzy box on my palm.

  And even before I open it, I have the feeling Luca and I are about to do Somethin’ Stupid. Again.

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