Surviving The Mafia

Part 19

Part 19

He thought I was weak. He thought that he would let his precious snakes feed on me, and I would submit to him. He thought he could own me after nearly scaring me to death. He thought he had won.

He was wrong.

If Severon thought he had won after what he did to me, then that snake loving psychopath had another thing coming. I would not let this slide. I would get even. Severon was clearly underestimating me, and I would use his delusions to my advantage. I had dealt with pain before, though it was more emotional rather than physical, and I was stronger now because of that pain; and Severon could not defeat me by using a bunch of snakes. Yes, I was scared of snakes. Yes, I would probably be afraid to look at another snake for the rest of my life. But that did not mean that I would give in. I would fight. I would fight until he killed me himself.

"Renzo, get me that medical book," I ordered. "It's about time I show Severon what I'm made of," I muttered under my breath.

Once I had stopped crying, Severon muttered something in Italian before kissing my forehead and striding out the room, leaving me staring at my damaged legs. The more I stared at the bite marks, the more fury bubbled in my core. No way was I going to let him get away with this. It was a moment of weakness that I had let Severon comfort me—the sight of my legs shocked me to my core, threatening to topple me over. But not anymore. I was done crying. It was now time for revenge.

Giving me a soft smile, Renzo went and fetched the medical book and placed it on my lap. He had come a few minutes after Severon left. And maybe it was my new resolve that was showing on my face, or maybe he could see the fire burning in my eyes, but Renzo gave me a look that was part fear and part comfort.

"What are you looking for?" He enquired, watching me flip page after page.

"I need to learn about the heart," I answered him, too engrossed in my search of the organ that controlled most of the human body.

"Why the sudden interest?" He queried softly. I looked up to see him eyeing me like I was someone he needed to take care of; like I was fragile and one wrong word from him would send me over the edge. But Renzo thought wrong; I may look fragile and weak right now, but I was strong on the inside.

"Why not? I need something to get my mind off things. I mean, the sight of my legs isn't exactly comforting right now," I replied bitterly. The truth was, I wanted to read about the weaknesses of the heart; to know what was the easiest way to stop it.

"You can read about Psychology, it's more interesting," he suggested.

"I don't want to know how crazy humans can be, I am lucky enough to witness it first hand," I responded sarcastically.

"Kelsey, are you sure you're all right?" Renzo questioned, concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be," I said.

"This is not how I left you. You were...happy...I mean...now you just look upset...and angry," he stated.

"Well when the person who is the cause of those bite marks on your limbs comes to meet you, you lose all the happiness and are left with nothing but anger," I retorted.

"The bite marks will heal," he said.

"Yes, but the scars he inflicted on my soul won't," I countered.

"You're thinking about revenge?" The shock in Renzo's voice couldn't have been more obvious.

"Yes." I deadpanned.

"But...it's too dangerous," he argued.

"And your point is?" I raised my eyebrows in question.