Page 12 of Ashes
I go closer to the windows. They’re covered with bars.
It’s getting darker outside, and I curl my fingers into fists when I realize my father is partying and celebrating my wedding right now.
Everyone’s so happy that I’m miserable, and no one cares about what my husband might do to me.
I look up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, Alex,” I whisper, tears filling the corners of my eyes. “But I promise I’ll do better.”
If Victor thinks he’ll just stroll in here tonight and have his way with me, he’s wrong.
I’d rather die than let him touch me.
I stride to the closet and open it wide. It’s filled with clothes, mostly dresses. Because, hey, what else would a mafia princess wear, right?
Ugh.
People and their stupid preconceptions.
I highly doubt Victor bought the clothes himself.
It had to be someone else.
A servant, probably.
I finally find a pair of black pants and a black top.
There’s a mirror in the bathroom.
Maybe I can smash it and use a sharp piece to kill Victor.
After I change my clothes, I throw the dress into the trash can. It doesn’t really fit, so it’s spilling everywhere, but I don’t give a damn.
Just as I come out of the bathroom and eye the chair that’s in front of the desk so I could use it to break the mirror, I hear the door click.
Victor opens it.
I rush to the nightstand and snatch a lamp off it. Victor ducks as I chuck it at him. As I look for something else to throw at him, he lunges at me.
His arms wind around me from behind, and I throw my head back, hitting him hard in the face.
He briefly lets go of me with a hiss as I spin around. His fingers come away with blood, and his face darkens.
He catches my wrists, shoving me hard against the wall and trapping me with his body. I thrash against him, but it’s like trying to move a mountain.
“Calm the fuck down,” he says.
“Why? So you can fuck me?” I shout as I keep struggling. “If you think I’m going to sleep with my brother’s killer, you’re wrong!”
His gaze narrows at me. “Don’t forget your part in all of it. Your brother killed mine first with your help!”
“What?” Is he on something? “What the fuck are you talking about? You killed my brother! I didn’t do anything!”
His brow furrows. “My father killed Alex because Alex killed Rodrigo first. It was payback! And you know it. Because you helped Alex lure Rodrigo into a trap.”
I let out a laugh. “Stop fucking lying! I know it was you! Everyone does!”
“You’re fucking crazy,” he says. “I know what I did and didn’t do. But clearly, you don’t.”
