Sacred Vows | Book 2 'Til Death Do Us Part | Mafia Romance | 18+

Chapter 4

Hi Lovelies,
Been long?
Yes
Why?
Coz apparently no one from here is following me on IG
Rather good at ignoring me
I'm updating, but I'm disappointed.
I thought I had my people, MINE!! And we could build a wonderful community together but look like you guys don't want to be a part.
Anyways give a follow on my IG if you want to connect with me.
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Liliana

My legs are trembling.

No.

My whole body is.

The truth has shattered me to the bones.
I stand beneath the shower which I haven't turned on yet. I stare at the reflection in the mirrors scrutinizing back at me, mocking me. I glide my sight on the floor-length mirrors reflecting my actions.

Turning around, I glimpse my reflection in the back mirrors. I look, like a ghost haunted by my past.

My eyes turn into slits as I emphasise myself; I don't look like him. I don't have his features or his eye colour.

Green.

I can't be his daughter.

"I'm not Constantino Salazar's daughter," I mumble.
My voice is audible to my ears.

My mind flashes back to when I was a child and stumbled into the room with the master's photograph. A woman was standing beside him dressed as a bride. Does that mean she was my mother? However, we (I and Alejandro) were orphans at least that's what the staff said.

Or maybe it was all nothing but...... a lie.

Closing my eyes, I tried to recall the woman's face, but I couldn't. All I see are brown hazel eyes staring back at me in the dark. Like mine.

I cannot be his daughter. I reassure myself.
What kind of father wants to sell his daughter?

Constantino's kind.

A small voice echoes from inside me.
A shudder slithers down my spine making me feel cold.

My knees give away, and I collapse to the cold, harsh floor, hugging my knees. My reflection vexes me.

He must have saved Alejandro that night. Is he still beating him? Holding him in the cell? But then, Alejandro has grown and depicted from his size, he could annihilate anyone in the blink of an eye. 
Is the master alive?

I recall our short moment in the hotel. How he held me gazing deep into my soul as if he could unearth me. I sensed a darkness lingering around him clinging to him like a moth drawn to a flame. It's as if the boy I knew once perished in the flames. 

I am intruded from my reverie by the reflection of the figure leaning behind me. I haven't told him about Alejandro, haven't told anyone. Will it be a betrayal if I kept this secret? My eyes travel up to his as he scrutinizes me silently. I blinked so he couldn't read me.

Dominic has discarded his blazer and waistcoat. The sleeves of the black silk shirt are rolled ending near the elbows. A stark contrast against his tanned skin. The thick arms inked with tattoos are on display some of which creeps inside the shirt and onto his body.
The body I'm well aware of. The same body I've branded as my home.
My solace.
My peace in chaos.
I haven't confessed or said loud, but deep down, I know.