Madame

Chapter 13

Karina's POV

"You play like shit!" Grey yells at me as his Mario Kart character falls into my banana peel trap, "Learn to play better." I smirk, pumping my fist in the air as I pass the finish line, obtaining first place for the hundredth time today. 

He groans and throws his controller onto the couch next to him, leaning forward to grab his cup of Grenadine. He looks around and then to me, "Where's maman?" He asks, grabbing his phone that is resting on the table where my feet are kicked up, "I don't know, she may be sitting outside tanning with Vince." I suggest

He shrugs, getting up and shoving his phone in his pocket, "Where are you going?" I shout at him as he opens the door to go downstairs, "It's too hot up here, I'm gonna go take a cold shower." Before I could say anything he shuts the door, the wind from the open veranda causes the door to slam and I hear Grey utter a "Sorry" from down the stairs.

I run my hand through my hair and huff out of boredom, turning off the T.V. and cleaning up the snacks and drinks we had gotten out. I reach for a cupboard and feel a sharp pain in my left shoulder, making me slowly bring it back down and massage it. Fuck her for shooting me in the one arm that wasn't fucked up.

After I passed the fuck out, Andrew found me about an hour later in a dazed state still laying on the floor. Supposedly they brought me to the hospital right away but that was complete bullshit because I re-woke up in a hospital near Aix-En-Provence, which is about 5 and a half hours from Milan. Anyways, I woke up in an all too familiar hospital right outside of my little village that my grandmother lives in. And for some odd reason I felt happy, happy to be back and even happier to see that my mother was the only person in the room.

I remember her glazed eyes as I turned my head to her, squinting as I had put the slightest amount of pressure on my shoulder and she freaked out, thinking I was dying. But other than that, I have done absolutely nothing these past 8 months. I've been home, with maman and Grey, the only place I want to be.

My uncle has been here a few times, his temper and mood have changed and Maxime took off a few weeks and spent some time with us and went to see his family which I think did him some good. Hugo though, has not changed, he's still a sadistic ass wipe who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. Fortunately he's been hitting the high life with Andrew in the UAE for the past few months so his name rarely comes up.

Andrew occasionally asks my uncle to speak with me and when we do it's an alright conversation, nothing too significant but not boring. He's an ok dude, just the fact that he's a sex-trafficker who has no respect for women kind of makes me want to rip his balls off, shove them down his throat, and then shove my dick up his ass... and then of course set him on fire and listen to his screams as he becomes ash.

"Salut, ma belle." I jump, and my maman freezes, "Tu pense a quoi?" She laughs, placing a kiss on my head as she walks past me to the sink, "I want to travel again." I come next to her and place a bowl into the sink, "Alone?" She asks, taking the bowl and quickly cleaning it for me, "Maybe, I'm not too sure." I shrug, leaning against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.

I hear her take a deep sigh, "To where?" I chuckle, "Somewhere close. I don't need to go far, I just need to go somewhere different. Maybe to Ceillac, I loved that house we rented years ago, I wonder if the owner is still renting it out to people?" I ask myself "I'm sure if your uncle gave the owner a call he could-," I stop her, "Maman I want to do this myself. Please." I smile and she nods, "Of course, cheri. Just let me know when you get details." I give her a thumbs up and she brushes her hand across my cheek.

"What is Maia doing these days?" She asks, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge and twisting the cap off, "Well, her, Benjamin, and Claire are in Cannes I think, checking out this boarding academy for when Claire get's older." She quirks her eyebrows, "The dance school?" I nod, "Yeah, supposedly Claire loves to dance. She's just a kid though so she could very well change her mind in a few months." I chuckle, thinking of the little brunette that is Maia's daughter.