Page 5 of Twisted Obsession

‘FUCK!’ he shouted out, and a smile broke out over my face.

Linking his fingers together, he placed both hands on the top of his head as he attempted to take in the oxygen he badly needed. Then he pulled his hands backwards abruptly and looked up towards the blue sky.

I took the steps below my feet faster, as pleasure at his discomfort and, dare I say it, pain, coursed through me. Then I urged my feet on, knowing I had to make him aware of the fact he had company, and because I wanted to share in his obvious agony.

Turning around on the spot as he stared up to the heavens, he took in several deep lungsful of fresh air, as he appeared to look for answers that just didn’t seem to be coming.

My smile grew just that bit wider. Never had I seen him look so discombobulated, human I supposed, but nowhere near human enough in my eyes.

Suddenly, he stopped turning around and looked directly out to sea. It was then I heard his normally deep voice travel over to me on a whisper.

‘So, maybe the nightmare was a premonition? If I’m not able to love her, she’ll leave.’

As the words he’d spoken sunk in, I congratulated Serafina for causing the bastard anguish and my hands came together on instinct in a slow clap to make him aware that he wasn’t alone in his agony. In his pain, his vulnerability had been exposed, and the facts he was presenting let me know it had been caused by Serafina.

Well done, Sis.

As soon as my clapping found his ears, he changed his stance, but didn’t turn.

‘Well, well… brother-in-law.’ I let the condescending tone tell him all I needed him to know.

‘Dante.’ He spoke my name with disgust.

‘You look troubled,’ I carried on, as my feet met with the sandy beach.

‘I’ve been running,’ he offered as a poor excuse.

‘Shame… I was hoping you were in pain.’

‘Of course, you were,’ he agreed.

‘So, running from something or someone?’

‘And you would care, because?’ He finally allowed himself to turn. I watched on as he scrutinised me from head to toe. For a few minutes, the history of our two families flew around us, with neither of us able to tie them down, nor clear our view. But, asmuch as I felt the strength of his hatred towards me, a Giordano, I was surprised to momentarily see respect flicker through his eyes.

As quickly as I’d seen it, it was gone and left in its place was the hatred that had been between us for as long as I could remember.

‘It’s a someone,’ he answered and winked as he tried to wind me up. At first, I remained calm, but then as his mouth spread into a knowing grin, I remembered that Serafina was his wife. A ‘Ndrangheta wife, his possession to do what he wanted with, wherever and whenever he chose. Bile rose far enough up my throat I could taste its acidic tang and feel its burn.

‘I hope she’s giving you hell,’ I spat out in reaction to his amusement.

‘Only in bed, brother,’ he goaded. ‘Only in bed… But then, that’s how she likes it.’

‘You’re disgusting.’ I shook my head from side to side, as I attempted to clear the disgusting images of my sister being fucked hard by the animal in front of me.

‘Again…’ he grinned, enjoying my discomfort at the way he’d managed to turn the tables. ‘What goes on between a man and wife is no one else’s affair.’

‘Why did you make her come back?’ I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest.

‘I owe you no explanation.’ He shook his head. ‘But just because you’re Serafina’s brother and are standing here, asking mesonicely, I’ll answer you. I didn’t make her come back… She came back of her own accord.’

‘She was free of here, of you. Why the fuck would I believe that?’

‘And the fact you don’t believe that, would bother me because?’ He took a step nearer to where I was standing and I stood taller on instinct, while holding my ground.

For a few seconds, the sounds of the beach I loved so much fell away, I could no longer feel the warmth of the sun on my face, hear the birds, nor smell the salt. All that was left was the hate we had for each other circulating between us.

‘It wouldn’t bother you,’ I answered and shrugged. ‘I hate the fact my sister, who has so much to offer, only hasyouto devote it to. She has so much to give than just this,’ I released and opened my arms out wide.

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