Aurora’s POV
I looked over the pool from my window and watched the flowers and trees that bordered along the fence towards the lawn. It should have excited or made me feel good since I’d always enjoyed watching nature but it didn’t, because I felt lonely and I wasn’t sure the feelings of loneliness was going to leave soon.
Weeks had passed since we broke up and he had made me a sex slave to him but he hadn’t touched him, and as crazy as it seemed, my body ached for him in any way he wanted to take me.
I knew that he would have to let me go and the only thing binding us together was my pregnancy, but I wanted more than that, and I didn’t know any other way that I could make him forgive me.
He ordered me not to call him or come to his room except he gave me permission, and with each passing day I felt useless. An idea dropped in my mind so I left the window pane and walked out of my room.
I headed towards Angelo’s room even though it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t stay still without making an effort in making things work. Matteo’s presence at work made it the best time for me to visit Angelo’s room. I could be treading on eggshells as I wouldn’t forget the deep look of disgust he flashed at me the night we left Chicago.
I raised my hands with slight reluctance and made a knocking sound on the door. My heart skipped a beat when there was no response so I knocked again then heard his deep voice through the door.
“I didn’t send for anyone, who the hell is at the door?” His voice still held the anger and resentment from the past.
Most times I wondered how aunt Giselle coped with his recent mood. He rarely came to the dining area for breakfast or dinner, the same as Matteo. Most times I pushed my dinner to later hours just so I could see him as he returns from work but he snubs me and goes straight to his room.
“You have to come out first,” I replied, my voice raised slightly even though my heart was thudding really hard against my chest.
The next things I heard were brisk footsteps, then the door swinging open. Angelo’s face turned red and his eyes were narrowed in anger the moment he saw me. He didn’t say a word, rather he tried to jam the door but I was quick to stop it from closing.
He scrunched faced and the clenching of his lips told me that his patience was thinning out, but this was the only way for me to feel better and get to Matteo.
“Please, listen to me.” I pleaded when I felt sure that he wouldn’t slam the door at me.
“You have ten minutes to convince me that I didn’t make a mistake in letting you in.” He said nonchalantly and left the door ajar so that I would come in.
I strolled in and moved straight to his couch as my legs were aching already. I got tired easily these days and I could tell that it was because I rarely ate anything. Feeding or even cooking didn’t excite me as it used to so I let aunt Giselle do the cooking most times.
“I know you’ve heard this a thousand times, but I’m really sorry, Angelo. I was hurt and the only thing that took hold of my mind was to inflict pain on the man that made me an orphan, but since your father was no longer alive I decided that you and your brother would do. Everything changed when I fell in love with Matteo.” I explained, peering at Angelo who didn’t bother flashing a glance at me.
“Hmph! I don’t doubt your love for my brother, but what if you never fell in love with Matteo? You might have poisoned us right?” He interrogated, folding his arms as my gaze was averted from him.
“Poisoning you wouldn’t have been satisfying so I’d have planned something more torturous and painful.”
“I like your honesty,” He admitted, then advanced towards me.
Gone was the softness and compassion which was replaced with darkness, anger and bitterness. He snatched my hands holding them together then hovered over me and held my throat, a bit tight but I could breath.
“Do you know that I can kill you right now and nothing would happen? You just made a terrible mistake by trying to plead with me when I can only remember the horrors of the night of my kidnap and the remaining days I was kept in that hellhole. Over there, my position as the consigliere didn’t matter, instead they were so happy to inflict pain on the son of Aldo Moretti.” He loosened his grip but his hands remained on my neck.
I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t scared of him, or why I didn’t scream for help. Maybe it was because I knew that deep down he would never go through whatever he thought he could do despite his anger.
“I’m so sorry for that, Angelo. If you can recall, I chose you and Matteo over my family. Doesn’t that count for something?” I asked softly and the bitterness disappeared, replaced with a look I couldn’t decipher.
“I… I don’t know… Aurora.” He stuttered and just as he released his hands from my neck, the door pushed open with Matteo barging in.
Angelo quickly moved away from me while I straightened my short dress which rode up to my thighs. Matteo’s eyes were filled with rage and jealousy which was the last thing I wanted.
“What is going on here?” He asked in a dangerously low tone while taking slow but intimidating strides towards us.
I looked at Angelo for help but his hands on his pockets and his stoic expression showed that he didn’t care about what was going on. I was shocked to my marrows because I thought that we had a standing.
“It’s not what you think, Matteo. I only came to apologise to him,” I said in my own defence, my gaze swinging from Angelo to Matteo.
A hysterical laughter burst out from Matteo’s lips which caused me to shiver as I had never heard him laugh in such a scary manner. I guess there were several things I didn’t know about him.
“Well, it seemed that you were doing something more than apologising and I hope he has forgiven you because right now you have only made yourself more disgusting in my sight.” He seethed, and slammed his fist against the wall.
I quickly jumped to my feet as I didn’t want him to hurt himself. I knew how possessive most men in our world were, but I needed him to know that I didn’t do it. Unfortunately, there was no evidence.
“Matteo, you have to trust me,” I pleaded.
He shrugged and glared at his brother. He grabbed me and pushed him against the door but he didn’t fight back while I wondered what he was trying to do.
“And you Angelo, I risked my life for you only to want to sleep with that whore?” He snarled as my heart shattered into tiny pieces.
How could he think so little of me?
“I didn’t do what you think I did. Things only got out of hand because he was angry but if you think so lowly of me then I don’t need to be in this place anymore.” I yelled in irritation as angry tears flowed from my eyes which I wiped off immediately.
“You aren’t even fit to be a sex slave so you can leave.” He smirked, “I’ll send you some cash for the baby. I’m sure you need the privacy to sleep around as you want.” He said, schooling his emotions into a mask of surprising calmness.
My lips parted as I realised that I’d lost the man I loved. He couldn’t even stand me anymore.
I sniffed and cleaned my face then cleared my throat. “Just as you want I’ll leave, but I hope you believe that I didn’t try to seduce your brother.” I said finally and passed a final glance at them as I got to the door then stopped with my hand on the door knob. “I still love you, Matteo. I hope you never forget that.”