Not My Mother!
Elena;
“I am at my last shard of patience with you, Elena. Do not let me repeat myself. Go back in there and have a rest or do you prefer me to help you do that? ”
I took steady breaths, biting my tongue and willing myself to not say something that would warrant my head to be at risk of being shot.
I met his eyes, and he raised a brow, daring me to act contrary to his command.
Why was he pissed?
I should be the one pissed.
“I figured you would be a hard nut to crack. Not when it comes to me though. But I do not have the luxury at the moment to spend my entire time in Peru watching or babysitting your ass. I have a whole lot on my plate. So..” He glanced over his shoulder, “Come on, Eva.”
My eyes followed the direction, and soon enough I heard the clinking of heels resounding.
Eva?
That bitch!?
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
The moment she came into view, my brows furrowed deeply, “I do not understand. What, what are you doing here?”
” What is she doing here?”
“Dominic and I would be stepping out. To attend to something very important. I would have taken you along, as part of your training, but I wouldn’t want a hassle. Or a repeat of the attitude you portrayed earlier.”
He turned to Eva, with a little smile on his face, as he spoke rather hesitantly, “I figured you would need someone, aside from my men surrounding this place….. as…a kind of support. Ladies stuff. I don’t know.”
Wha…?
“Support?” I gave him a blank look, wondering why a man who seemed to be sosmart could also be daft.
“You sent this… girl here as a form of support to me?” A dry chuckle escaped my lips at the absurdity of it.
The girl in question stood beside him, her lips pursed as she stared at me with a forced calmness written over her face.
I took a step back, “You can head over to wherever you wanna be. But, this is just not happening. Not happening.”
When I was sure I was a little distance from him, I grabbed the door and quickly pulled it close, locking it as well.
I could hear the two of them having some heated conversation behind the door, but I couldn’t care less, as I slid down the door, with my head in my hands.
*****
A few minutes later, when I was sure all was quiet and he must have left, I slowly pulled myself off the floor.
I was suddenly so damn hungry. I made my way out of the room, Glancing around the majestic house.
I marveled at the decor and its intricate designs. It was massive with intricate designs at different corners of the house.
But right at that moment, I felt so famished I might die if I didn’t eat something.
It was strange, I thought, wondering how long it had been since Angelo offered me the meal at the garden.
My bare feet trudged through the marble floors, steady and carefully, looking for anything like a kitchen.
Fortunately, the door I pushed open was exactly what I was looking for.
However, I couldn’t miss the splendid extravagant decor of the space. It left my mouth wide open, in a state of utter shock.
But the next moment, I was heaving a relieved sigh as I practically ran towards the fridge, eager to see something eatable.
“Not just a slut, but a pathetic thief, aren’t you!?
That obnoxious voice echoed through the kitchen, making my hand freeze in mid-air.
Right. She was in here.
Torn between grabbing a peanut butter and giving her a taste of my rotten mouth, I slowly stood up straighter.
And there, she stood at the foot of the door, hands akimbo, dressed in a short bum and a red armless crop top.
I stared at her for a few moments, my eyes roaming over her, wondering if she was worth my time.
Shaking my head slightly, I ignored her. Turned my back on her as I crouched back down to get the peanut butter.
I heard a chuckle, and then I heard her footsteps as they neared.
“You intrigue me, you know?” She began, just as I took hold of the peanut butter can.
“For someone with a traitor like father, I wonder how Angelo trusts you by involving in his business.”
I opened the cap of the can, which seemed like it was stuck, doing everything else but paying her a single attention.
As I stood upright, her next words made my hands still, and I felt my heart rate increase.
“You are just like your mother.”
It wasn’t the context itself, but the sheer bitterness and disgust seeping from her words that got me frozen in shock.
My hands suddenly tightened on the can, and in a slow steady movement, I turned to face her.
She was sitting on the chair, her legs dangling in the air, spotting a sadistic smile as she stared at me, “What? Did I trigger anything? Did I say something bad?”
“What do you know about my mother?” I asked with gritted teeth, hoping with everything in me that the last band in me doesn’t snap.
She was riling me up, I knew that. But I needed to be smarter as well, “I asked you a question, Emma,”
Her lips suddenly turned down in a frown, “It’s Eva, you slut!”
I took two fast steps towers her and in the next moment, I was banging the can i was holding onto, on the table. The loud bang echoing round the room, as the table shook.
She didn’t move an inch, but she kept her eyes on me, “I am not going to ask you again, Emma….”
“It’s Ev…”
“I don’t give a rats ass what your mama gave you, bitch!”
Her eyes widened in horror, her mouth gaping in sheer shock.