The Darkest Shade Of Black - An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance

CHAPTER XI: Night Watching.

Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?
-Justin Alcala.

Riccardo just stares at me as if I'm gonna break, I might have an hour ago, but not anymore. I still have that chill in my bones. My voice still feels a little shaky, but my soul is no longer dying.

"I'm fine," I tell him as I drop the pharmacy bag on the coffee table.

But he knows me all too well. "Are you sure?" It has happened before that I think I'm fine when, in fact, I'm not.

"Yes, Dick. I'm sure. " I sit next to him on the couch and prop my feet on the table. When he tries to do the same, I glare at him. He just chuckles and drops his feet.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I realized he was no longer in mass, at first I didn't think anything of it, until I saw Antonio, it was odd, I still don't know why he stayed, so anyway I made a few calls and I was informed Angelo was seen headed to your apartment" He says it as if he weren't certain "I'm not sure exactly how he got that info" I don't see how it makes sense either, but right now I don't want to think. He drapes his arm over my shoulders and pulls me to him, giving my left shoulder a little squeeze with his hand. "Hey, what did he want?" He asks with a playful smile.

"Gave me this." I give him my left hand.

He dog whistles. "That's a nice diamond." He lets go of my hand.

"Thank you, I was deeply concerned about it being fake." I opt for sarcasm.

"You don't know shit about diamonds, Rory, I was just being helpful." His playful smile turns into a proud beam.

"I don't really care for diamonds, Dick, you know this."

"Well, then I could have a replica made and sell the original in the black market I'd get good money for it, we'd split it, of course I get sixty-five percent you get thirty-five, he'll never know" He whispers it, like we're sharing a secret.

"Fuck off" I push him with my shoulder.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, you can go find allies who will stand by you in case Father decides he wants you dead" I reply casually. He stares at me as if I have eight eyes.
"I'm not stupid, Dick. I know how your mind works. Now that I'm out of the equation, you won't just stand idly by. Your ego is too big, you'll want a say"

"Sometimes I think we think too a like, it's disturbing in the worst possible way"

"At least we don't think like Father" I reason.

"Oh, but don't we?" He kisses my forehead and stands up, leaving me with that horrible thought. "I'll see you when I see you," He calls out as he closes the door.

I ponder it for a few seconds, then decide it's too much for my emotionally drained brain. I need to clean this cut and close it, then Ill go for a nap.

With a devastated sigh I stand up from the couch, grab the bag and head to the kitchen, I'm too tired to unwrap the whole thing so instead I grab the scissors and cut it on that space where the index and thumb meet. The whole thing is a bloody mess, quite literally, I'm just lucky it doesn't have pus, for a med student I'm a little stupid, I've been putting it off for a whole week, if that isn't stupid I don't know what is.

I open the sink faucet and put my palm directly under the spray, I rub a little hand soap on both hands and rinse it off, I look around the kitchen counters and finally my eyes latch on the glass cylinder container and before I have time to think about it my left hand latches onto it, somehow one of the counter booths ended up on this side of it, with my foot I pull it toward me and hop onto it, without giving myself time to back out i place my hand over the sink and simply pour the salt over the open wound.