Page 109 of Always You
“Answer me,” I shout.
Samantha smirks slipping her dress on. “Jealous?”
A malicious laugh erupts from my chest. “Fuck no. I don’t give a shit who you screw. Have you been spying on my girl?”
She laughs spitefully. “I see, Mommy Dearest hadn’t told you. Now she’s locked up, our deal is off.”
“What kind of deal are you talking about?”
She scoffs and lites a cigarette, something I’d never seen her do before.
“Angelo, here is the man your mom hired to keep tabs on Mila all these years.” She points to the dude getting dressed. “You see, Dominic, I’ve always known about Mila and Dante. Way before you did. Your mom told me.” She takes a hit of her cigarette.
My anger boils.
“In order to take over his inheritance, my father had a stipulation that I had to be married. It was when I was leaving the law firm, I caught your mom stealing from my father’s firm. We made a deal. She would set me up with her poor, broken son. I would keep quiet about telling my father, and I would be married to gain my inheritance. It was a win-win. Until the lousy bitch got in our way. Why do you think I set up the engagement photo shoots at her shop? The look on her face.” She hummed with a smirk.
“How did she like those photos us fucking, Dominic? Angelo here took them. He loved to watch us. He’s into voyeurism.” Her laugh radiates through the apartment.
“This was all a fucking game to you, Samantha. You were just as much of a joke to me. I used you too. Do you think your pussy was so good? Fuck no, I had to get drunk to fuck you. I give zero fucks about you.”
Jesus, I should have seen it. I was the pawn in their game.
She wraps herself around the guy next to her. And fucking laughs harder. The idiot next to her watches smirking.
“Oh, Dominic, it was easy, you were the poor broken bastard who followed along like a puppy dog. Angelo came into the office to report to your mother, and that is when we began seeing each other. Daddy would never approve of us; the age gap would be too much for him. It had to be you. Once I got the inheritance, I planned on leaving you.”
It’s my turn to laugh. God, what a fucking idiot. I felt bad for treating Samantha, the bitch, like shit. Turns out I was the one getting played.
“You knew about the fire. And did you break into Mila’s place?”
She takes a drag. Her lips form into a line.
“No, I found out the day I snuck into your house, by the way, the look on Mila’s face was priceless.” She snorts. “And… no, the break-in wasn’t me.”
Fuck I’ve had enough of this shit. I gather all the photos, I wince at the throbbing in my hand. It feels fucking broken.
“If I ever see you two anywhere near my family, you’ll have to deal with me.” I look into the fucking douchebag’s eyes with a grimaced glance. I shove him against the wall. “And you,” I point to Samantha, “If you ever mess with my girl again, I’ll make sure to call your father and let him know about the man you’ve been fucking you know about six maybe seven-years age gap. No inheritance for you, bitch.”
She sneers. I slam the door behind me. Fuck. Samantha’s a selfish bitch just like Rachel. No wonder they got along. Both evil and heartless only looking out for themselves. Thank the fuck, I never married her. What the fuck was I thinking?
thirty-five
MILA
God damn, it’s cold. Good thing I left my big jackets here, mainly all my heavy winter clothing. It’s beautiful here. The bitterness of the crisp wind brushes along my arms, prickling my skin. As I walk down the street to one of the best bakeries in town, I reflect on the previous night.
We arrived late last night. Uncle Roger picked us up from the airport. Nana stayed home, waiting for us to arrive. The winter is cold here, which adds to the discomfort of her joints. I keep telling her to move back to California; she has refused to. She’s made good friends, and Uncle Roger takes good care of her.
Uncle Roger kept gazing at me out of the corner of his eye as we drove back close to midnight. Uncle Roger is the master at figuring out your facial expression. He’s always been good at reading people.
“All right, so are you going to tell me what’s going on? I know you didn’t fly back here to just say ‘hi’ out of the blue.”
I sigh in, desperation, as my heart tugs at what I need to tell them.
“You’re right. A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks. I needed to fly back to tell you and Nana…” I blow out a hot breath. “Rachel, Dominic’s mother, caused dad’s death. She started the fire.”
Uncle Roger is silent for a couple of minutes. “Are you sure?”
