Page 149 of His Cursed Heart

"Oh, I am mad, but my ways of being mad at you involves my cock chocking you, and I'm really trying to not do that."

My hand falls from his face. How the fuck should I response to that?

I know this time he'll be mad, but he doesn't look feral with anger. He looks mad because I broke his trust, again.

"It wasn't my secret to tell, Everette," I begin to explain, but he interrupts me.

"And I understand that. But you could've told me that your mother is fucking alive, Althea. You could've trust me with that, it's not like I was going to meet her."

"I know, okay? I trust you, Everette. Don't doubt that, but my mother is fucking the-" I stop before I let my anger scream the damn house and expose my mother in the worst way possible.

I know the people from this house are loyal, but with a piece of information like that they would betray anyone.

"My mother is the Empress, and since she left me and Keres, she's been reckless. There are mafias that are hunting her, who want her dead. I trust you, but I don't trust the world."

Everette's face turns redder and redder, and I don't know if I should stop talking or keep going.

"You are so loyal to her and in return she's playing mind games with you." He snarls at me, and I take a step back at his anger. I've never seen him so angry before. Not even when he found out about Keres being pregnant with Ivan's child.

Mind games? What is he talking about?

"You put her in an asylum because she would be protected there and because she's sick, am I right?" I frown at the true facts he's talking.

"How do you-"

"Gianna is faking everything, baby. She broke down

earlier when I talked shit earlier about you, she practically-"

"Earlier?" It is me that snarls this time. "You went to her?"

"Yes, I did, and you should thank me for that. She lying about being sick,"

I can't listen to this. I can't listen to him talking like that about my Mamma.

"Mamma would never do that to me." I scream and he stops talking, looking at me with pity.

I almost kill him here at the emotion he gives me. I don't need his pity. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Mamma is sick. For years, Keres tried to bring her memories back and when she died and I was the one who told her and Mamma didn't even flinch. If she was sane, she would've grieved her daughter, or show me some devastation.

My hands are tugging my hair hard, feeling how I'm tearing my hair from my scalp.

What if he's telling the truth? I hear my subconsciousness ask me.

Mamma is the Mistress of all the mafias. She's a manipulative, powerful woman. What if she faked it all?

"When I first moved here and went to her, I told her I'm her daughter who missed her so much. When Keres moved here with you, we decided to move Mamma to Chicago too. She wasn't protected enough in Italy." I tell Everette who is now holding my hands in his grip, trying to control my anger.

"Hello, Mamma." I whisper and I feel the tears falling down my pale cheeks.

I missed her so much. Three years without her felt like torture, and now she won't even look at me. She doesn't even hug me.

She just stares.

"I'm Althea, your daughter." I say with desperation. Mamma remained so beautiful; she looks good. Like she hasn't suffered one second.

Please just recognize me. Please, just for one moment be my Mamma again.

"I'm your second daughter actually. You've met Keres, she's your oldest." She keeps staring at me. "I missed you so much, I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner." I choke on the tears, my throat closing with each word.

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