Page 75 of Forbidden Deception

He shakes his head with a loud sigh.

“I don’t like the tone you have, mister,” Medora tuts and hits his arms with her bat with such force, I hear a faint crack of bones.

“Ah, did you just break his arm?” I ask, looking up at her.

She shrugs.

“Now, please answer nicely or else she might end up breaking every bone in your body.” I eye him up and down. He tries to sneer at me, but I raise a brow, and he stops.

“No, I don’t know anything about this entity.”

“Do you know who else has rumours about having an entity? Power and influence but no name the public could call them by?”

He ponders over the question. “Remo Cainn, Rafael Gustav, Vance Hartley.”

“Remind me, Medora, what is my full name?” I don’t look away from the man in front of me who seems to be oh so confused.

“Venezia Cainn.”

I smirk.

His jaw slacks and his eyes widen, and he stills. Then his eyes flick between us.

“I own you, you motherfucker,” I whisper.

“So let’s spill the beans. What the fuck did you tell the Ricco family?”

The man looks between us both, a frantic look in his eyes and his breathing now accelerating. He put me in danger when I’ve tried to keep myself safe all these years.

He ruined the safety net Medora and I had with how we discarded Samuel’s body.

How dare he do that for barely any money?

“I-I told them I saw you both bury a body just behind the cherry blossom tree near the back gardens. They suspected it was their son, but I wasn’t sure. So I told them to check. They were there for the whole night. They left when the sun began to rise and took something with them. I don’t know if it was the body or not. I promise I didn’t know they would be so concerned—”

“About their own son? What the fuck do you think they care about, then?” I snap.

“You think they came to eat apples and watch the sunrise, you fucking moron?” Medora grits out.

“That place, that school, is for wealthy people to dump their unwanted children to keep them out of sight and out of mind. They don’t care about the ones being abused, the victims. No, they care about keeping their names and reputations clean. You don’t have to be a fucking genius to understand that they are threatened by the murder of their son. They don’t want to make amends for the women their son tried to rape; they just want to keep their ‘good’ name.” I run a frustrated hand through my hair, breathing heavily and so done with this man.

“Imagine having morals for once in your life, and maybe you’d be more concerned for all those innocent girls who got abused.” I step back. I don’t want to waste any more of my time and breath over this sorry excuse of a man.

Medora steps forward and slams her bat against his head. Blood explodes from his ear and splatters across our clothes, but since we are both wearing black, it doesn’t show. Only a few flecks of blood here and there show on our skin.

“I fucking hate how disgusting these people are,” Medora mutters, standing next to me as we watch blood pour from his head.

I turn away from the scene. Then I suck in a sharp breath and release it. My hands tremble, but I hide them in the pockets of my hoodie.

“I told my brother about this. He will look into who in the Ricco family knows. I don’t know his plans yet, but I’m glad I met you.” I look at her and smile.

Guilt, longing, and maybe even sadness swim through me, but I manage a small smile for her.

Looking into her dark eyes brings back memories of us stuck in a tiny room together.

Ricco walking towards us as he holds a knife.

Him ripping through our clothes.

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