After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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"Why?" I asked. The word barely came out of my mouth, and I had to pull my shit together in order to get the rest out. "Why did you help me?"
I didn't get an answer, no. At least not the one I was hoping for. You see, I only have so much time to talk with this man, and absolutely no privacy, thanks to the balking assassin right behind me.
"Help what? I believe it was you who managed to escape, Olive." Thiago replied and leaned his back against the wall, not even glancing my way.
"Say her name again, and I promise you I'll skin you alive." Riccardo seethed, pushing off of the wall and marching past me, putting himself between me and the guy who looks nothing like I remember. "Son of a bitch, I'll cut you fucking open."
Of course, there are also the metal bars separating us. And a rope around his back, pulling his hands together.
Yeah, oddly familiar.
Thiago raised his head to that, and I'd actually feel sorry for him if he wasn't the one who helped Viktor kidnap me a little over a month ago.
And then again, he's the reason I'm not a corpse. I'm not rotting six feet under right now solely because of his actions, and that's exactly why I'm here. I need to know why.
"You put your gun under that chair, it didn't just fall off of you." I forced myself not to choke on my words, embracing the cold anger running through my veins. Anything but the sheer terror I've grown used to since I met him. "Why did you do it?"
"Clearly, if I hadn't, I wouldn't be here." he winced, rolling his bleeding shoulder. "A momentarily lack of judgment, I think."
"Say that again." my brother's knuckles turning white, looking like he's trying to force the bars to crumble under his fists. He looked like a hunter whose eyes are set on his pray, assessing any visual weaknesses. His smile was deadly. "I dare you, say that again."
I found out he wasn't permitted to see Thiago for this exact reason. Amadeo wanted to keep him alive and suffering, but Riccardo only wanted the latter.
Thiago can obviously sense that too.
"Back off, Riccardo." I hissed, pulling the back of his shirt. "You promised."
His head shot back, looking at me with eyes darker than ever. "I promised to let you speak to him, not let him talk to you like a piece of..." he groaned, biting his words back and running a hand through his hair. "He's-"
"Full of shit!" I snapped, glaring at the man on the floor. "He's so full of shit, but I need myanswers. You are not helping."
"Olive-"
"Fuck off!" I shouted at Riccardo, shaking the hand he put on my shoulder. My eyes returned to Thiago's, locking on them. "A lack of judgment? Bull. Shit."
