Lost In The Darkness {Edited}

Chapter ~ 51

Vanessa's POV

I am utterly, hopelessly bored. There is, like, absolutely nothing to do at all. Alessandro is holed up in his office, deep in discussions with his heir about some pressing matters. Nicolo got an urgent call from Matthew and ran out like his butt was on fire. Armano has gone to the library, buried in research for some obscure topic. Lorenzo has taken my little furball of heaven for a walk around the neighborhood. He even bought a damn leash for my baby, treating him like a dog. My poor kitten. But Lorenzo assures me that regular trips to the vet reveal that Whiskey is healthy and happy, which is a much-needed relief. I still don’t understand why the head of that despicable scum is still attached to his body. Van has been going soft, which is huge considering she’s a top-notch psycho.

Moving on, Vince has been texting and stalking someone obsessively. I’ll tell Van to find out who because I’m only good at creating chaos, torturing, and killing people. Unraveling secrets is not my strong suit.

Anyway, this leaves only Angelo, who is cooped up in his room. He might be tending to his wounded ego or his actual injuries; who cares. I am not approaching that stuck-up brat because his egoistic ass might provoke me to slit his throat. I wouldn’t mind doing that, but my dear Van wouldn’t appreciate it, considering she might be calling dibs on killing him.

So, this leaves me alone in the living room with absolutely nothing to do but watch some idiotic people on TV doing terrible acting. I am so bored that I could have a mental breakdown from this sheer, soul-crushing boredom.

"This is the fourth time you’ve sighed in less than a minute. Are you trying to break a Guinness World Record?" Angelo’s voice cuts through my thoughts, his tone dripping with faux concern.

"Why do you care?" I snap, my irritation flaring.

He raises an eyebrow, unfazed. "I brought you a glass of pomegranate juice."

I turn my head to see him holding a glass of juice. Huh, shocking. "Did you snort meth?" I scrunch my nose in disgust but still take the glass from his hand.

"No, it’s the magic of pixie dust. Anyway, I was bored after being cooped up alone in my room. Since you’re the only one around, I’m calling a truce until the others come back." He blabbers, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"Did I agree to this stupid truce, you little bitch?" I grumble, handing back the empty glass.

"Hey! Stop cursing like a sailor when I’m being nice, you little shit." Angelo glares, plopping down on the sofa opposite me and placing the glass on the table.

"How about... uhmmm... no?" I grin, flipping my hair in the air.

He sighs, louder this time. "What now?" I ask, irritated.

"I’m bored." He sighs again, almost melodramatically.

"And?" I raise an eyebrow, daring him to say something that could possibly make me care.

He stares at me for a second, then speaks with a hint of uncertainty. "How about we do something together?"

"Yeah... no. I don’t want you anywhere near me. Shoo." I wave my hand dismissively.

His face falls briefly before he tries again. "I know I’m the least favorite of your brothers, but we can, for the time being, shoo away each other’s boredom."

I consider his suggestion for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Fine. But I still don’t like you."

"Sure. So, what do you want to do?" He asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"First, I want to jump out of my window screaming 'I can fly.'” I say, deadpan.

"Are you crazy?" He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.