Page 41 of Bad for You

Look what she was able to achieve upstairs. Everyone is unsuspecting of a young woman, which Gianna tends to exploit. And the woman Valentina is growing into—no man or woman stands a chance against her.

She is so beautiful. Anyone would happily take their last breath if her lips delivered the blood kiss.

The thought of another man kissing that mouth has a feral possession overcoming me, and when a fucker walks a little close to Valentina, eyeing her disrespectfully, I don’t hide the fact he has three seconds to fuck off before I strangle him with his red bow tie.

Gianna walks, and we’re to follow as always—like her little lapdogs.

We slip out into the night, undetected, leaving behind a bloodbath which is the reason we came.

When in the car, we wait for Gianna to speak.

“Your first kill at seventeen,” she says with an almost gratification to her tone. “I’m proud of you.”

I conceal my anger while Valentina’s face expresses her happiness at Gianna’s approval. She is never proud, so when moments like this arise, it is as if Valentina cured fucking cancer.

Every move of Gianna’s is calculated. She is paving the path for her succession to overthrow her rival and become queen.

“You remember that man?”

Valentina nods.

“How did that make you feel?”

We know better than to make Gianna wait when she asks a question.

“Alive.”

I want to open this door and throw us from the car. I would rather those odds of survival than another moment with Gianna.

Valentina believes it’s her I despise when, in reality, I cannot stand being around Gianna. I’ve had to stop myself countless times from suffocating her in her sleep. Or poisoning her food. But it’s fruitless because she doesn’t trust me. She watches me, waiting for me to slip up.

I need to catch her unawares. I need to findherweakness because we all have one.

And Gianna knows Valentina is mine.

When I find what her weakness is, only then can I leave behind this life and take Valentina—kicking and screaming if I must.

“I knew you were special,” she has the gall to say.

She’s really tugging on the heartstrings. I have a feeling that’s all for me because she knows I see through her bullshit. She has always purposely put us against one another while she stands back and watches the mess she made.

I need to find Aldo, and I need to find him now.

“You’re ready.”

Both Valentina and I look at Gianna.

Ready for what exactly?

She leaves the statement hanging, of course, because she is a narcissistic asshole.

I thought I had time, but it’s clear I don’t. I had hoped Valentina would see what I did, but the point of tonight was to “reward” Valentina. Gianna gave her, her revenge, and now Valentina feels some sense of obligation toward her.

She is building her up for the grand prize, however, and that prize—can you guess what, or rather, who that is?

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Father Merry.

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