La Regina: Nicola |18+|

9. Reunion

Nicola

The psychopathy really ran deep in our family.

I blamed it on Elena's bad genes.

I hated that I was her daughter and I very much inherited the rotten DNA.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I and the wicked witch were alike in many aspects.

Maybe that was why she despised me so much to the point she loved to see me suffer. Maybe that was why she did what she did.

Elena was on medication most of her life. Her diagnoses varied throughout the years as she showed many symptoms in which her psychiatrist couldn't keep up.

She had a fucked up mind. Not only the hallucinated lunatic kind, but also dangerous narcissistic psychopath kind.

She lived to manipulate and the living proof of her way was my father. She got him wrapped around her fingers, yet he was too blind to see. He loved the insane woman too much, ignoring the chains of disaster she inflicted.

I, was one of that disaster.

These eight years had been more of blessing. My life had been so peaceful without her. So, imagine my shock to find that she was still breathing and alive. Worse, my family had been covering it up. My head boiled just thinking about that.

Elena was living her best life? Not gonna happen on my watch.

I needed her to stay dead. Buried six feet under.

Maybe my doctor was right. My psychopathic tendency was almost as high as Elena.

Maybe I should start my medication to calm the fuck down.

I was unusually quiet when I got ready for the night. My dress was provocative, my hair was up in high ponytail and Giorgio's blades—which I stole—was strapped on my inner thigh.

The makeup looked sultry, siren eyes that captured attention.

The dark haired man in Berluti three piece suit was my first victim. Those flecks of gold turned two shades darker as they roamed over me. He didn't hide the fact he was blatantly ogling me. And I swore I caught him wet his bottom lip at my sight.

I disliked that his stare boosted my confidence.

"You're drooling." I said stoically as I walked past him and to the main exit. He didn't match my steps, instead trailing behind me. I found him glance down at my ass. Perv.

"I am." He replied with no sarcasm.

A red Pagani Huayra was parked on the driveway. The beauty of millions dollar baby made me stop in my tracks. I would be lying if the sight didn't amaze me.

"I drive. Can't risk you crashing her." Giorgio slid up open the passenger door for me. I got in smoothly too dumbstruck to care.

He closed the door and rounded the car, sliding into the driver seat with ease.

The rumbling of this red beauty sounded sexy when he started it. Not gonna lie, my hands itched to take over the steering wheel.

I was a sucker for fast cars.

I stared at his composed figure as we were speeding through the night.

He was looking hella fine as always. His dark hair was slicked back, nothing seemed out of place. His Berluti suit was fitted, framing his solid body to perfection.