| Norah |
I was the last one to step out of the Cadillac, feeling numb. Not shaken, but numb. I followed the men through the garage, the silence only broken by the sound of my bloody stilettos clattering against the cement.
Maddox didn't say a word since I tore my hand from his. The way he pushed himself out of the car so quick, made me wonder how long he had been itching to get back to the house.
We climbed the spiral staircase and went down the hall before coming out into the foyer. Adriano stood, waiting patiently for us.
"How did it..." He paused, noticing the blood splatter that painted my skin, "go?"
"Anton has been neutralized," Maddox informed him. I almost rolled my eyes at how he put it.
"I can tell," Adriano responded, taking a deep breath when he looked over me once again before addressing the men. "I'm glad it went according to plan. Goodnight ragazzi."
All of them dispersed to the stairs, Matteo giving me a faint goodnight. I returned it with a smile and went to go upstairs as well. I stepped onto the first step, but before I could continue up the stairs, Adriano called after me.
"Norah?" Adriano's voice sounded blatantly concerned. I turned around with a questioning look, even though I knew what he was concerned about.
"Yes?" I asked, stepping back down so I was facing him. He reached out for my chin and tilted my head to the side, looking over the now dried blood. I shivered at the thought of still having that Russian man's blood on me. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed.
"Mia preziosa figlia," He murmured, his voice sounding broken. "Please tell me you weren't hurt in any way."
I shook my head and gave him a small smile that I forced upon my face. I wasn't particularly emotional from what I had helped do tonight, but more conflicted. My old morals of murder now faded and blurred, warping into a new reality. And deep in my mind, I believed that what we did tonight was wrong, but also right in the fact that it had to be done.
"I'm fine. Anton didn't hurt me," I replied simply. Adriano studied my expression, looking like he wanted to ask again, but finally nodded his head.
"Good," He nodded, forcing a small smile while he looked like he had more to say.
"Goodnight," I departed before an expected awkward silence could loom over us.
"Goodnight, Norah," Adriano said softly and left to his room on the first floor.
The walk to my room was like a daze. The lights were low and once I entered my room, I fell back against the door, sighing. I stood there for a minute, back against the door, looking straight ahead aimlessly. I shook my head and pushed myself off of the door. Taking off my fur coat and stilettos, throwing them out of sight. I went straight into the bathroom. Once I turned on the lights, I instantly regretted it. My heart sank as I looked at my reflection, the blood of my first target painting my face in droplets.
I gagged but fought the bile down. Instead, I thought of those women being found in the Hudson. I thought of my mom, gunned down.
I thought of myself and what was to come if I didn't get out of this mess.
And that's when the regret faded.
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Loving a Killer | 18+
RomanceHe's a contract killer for the Italian mob. She's the secret daughter of his boss that he's been paid to retrieve. What could possibly go wrong? • • • Being paid to kill is something Maddox King had grown used to. The weapons, the torture, the blo...
