ACIDIC. IT SMELLS ACIDIC and it burns the more I inhale it. I turn to escape the smell but it follows me.
Once I steer awake, it stops and I am met with a face; an old face. The face smiles at me; its skin stretching out the wrinkles. “Carina.”
The voice is cold but calm. It makes me want to run or hide but I cannot seem to move. I do not know what to make out of it but when I look down — it all makes sense.
I am bound in chains to a silver steel chair in a dim room full of books and files. The more I move — the more it hurts me. I turn to the old face. I scan each crease and crevice on his face.
There is a likeness about him but I cannot quite place who is like him or who my mind thinks is like him. I let my thoughts wonder a little more before I let them on.
“Do we know each other?” I ask — more curious than scared now.
“Look closer.” He responds — his smile wider as he taunts me like a trapped little mouse. I think hard as to who he could be or who he could be associated with but no one comes to mind. No one but one.
I think back to the car ride with Nikolai. He had warned me but I never listened.
“...his father. He has EVERY REASON TO HURT YOU.” Nikolai had said but in that moment — I brushed it off and now danger is dancing in my face.
“You are — Salvatore’s father.” I respond in realization — brows furrowed. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”
“WHY SHOULD I NOT?” He poses a question and pauses for a moment. When a response never comes — he continues. “Deep down, you know I should. You would too if you were in my shoes.”
“You know nothing about what I would and would not do,” I spit.
“Believe me, I know. I know all your secrets. I know what you did to Natalia, I know what you said you did to Candle.” He says, pulling out a phone. He then proceeds to play that video of me confessing to killing Candle.
My eyes widen at the realization that this was all just a trick. The Russian head tricked me to get out of the mess with Salvatore’s father and Salvatore himself. My eyes widen at the realization of it all.
“I know everything, Carina.” He laughs bitterly. “I know you should be locked up in jail. Or better yet, killed for what your father did to my family. Not to mention his debts to me.”
He pulls out a knife, coming closer to me. He brings the cold blade to my skin, running it down my neck, as he says, “You’re indebted to me, Carina, and the only way to pay is through blood.”
My heart beats against my chest. His knife grazes harder and harder over my skin, drawing blood and tears from me.
“Stop, please.” I beg, but he doesn’t listen, yanking my head back by my hair. He then moves the sharp tip of the bloody blade to my throat.
I swallow, pleading with him. “Please, I’ll do anything but please don’t hurt me.”
“Anything?” He repeats, an evil glint in his eyes.
“Anything,” I reiterate rather desperately. His lips stretch into a crooked smile. “Guards!”
Immediately, 3 guards come into the room; armed. He repeats himself. “Anything?”
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DARK DEEDS
RomanceSalvatore is a superstar. Carina is blinded. What she does not fathom however is that a star cannot shine without the dark of dusk. Salvatore is bound to the dark from his role as the head of the Italian Mafia to the blood on his hands. What hap...
