Page 65 of Do It For Me
“But if you get bored—”
“I won’t. I’m taken, blinded by you. I don’t care if someone comes to me, completely naked—I won’t want them. You own my heart, my body, my soul. Forever. Even after we die.”
Tears sting my eyes.
“You promise?”
He smiles softly.
“I promise. And you don’t need to give me the same in return. My love for you is unconditional.”
He kisses me, then presses our foreheads together.
“I want to,” I whisper.
But I’m scared of getting hurt.
Good things never happen to me.
SKULLFACE
It’s been about three weeks since Dante and I started living together. It’s been incredible. He’s been teaching me how to write, and now I barely make any mistakes. We’ve gone on dates, spent time alone, and just love each other. I never thought I could be like this with someone… or feel so in love.
Tonight is supposed to be my bachelorette party. Dante should be at one too, but we decided to skip tradition. Also, my dress won’t be pure white—it’s a shade of light blue. I tried it on a few days ago with my mum. She started crying. I asked if she wanted me to wear her wedding dress, but she refused. Apparently, my father threw it away.
My bouquet will have pink and light blue flowers. I checked it with Dante. He insisted on lilies because they reminded him of hisnonna14. I’m not sure what that means, but I agreed anyway.
There will be no traditional music or that awkward moment where he’s supposed to take something off my leg. I don’t want that. The guest list is mostly my family and my father’s business partners, so I don’t care much about the reception. Honestly, I don’t even want to go. When we’re in the car, I’ll tell Dante we’rejust going to eat cake, say goodbye to my mum, and then sneak out to start our honeymoon.
As if he hasn’t fucked you already.
I blush at my own thoughts. It’s true, but how exciting is this? He wants to take me to Italy, Japan, and France. I’ve never been outside England, and I’m excited, to say the least.
A door creaks in the hallway, and my hair stands on end.
I’m freaking out, even though Dante rented several floors of the building for us—from the ninth to the very top.
We’ve watched too many scary movies this past week. I shouldn’t have agreed to it. I’m not that brave.
“Ragnetta, dove sei?”15
What the hell does that mean?
I keep walking down the hallway. He turned the lights off, so I can’t fully see what’s going on. I’m probably going to trip over something.
“You’ll regret not coming out.”
He told me to run away! He can’t punish me for that, can he?
Although, part of me wants him to.
I hide behind the back of the sofa, crouching and crawling when I hear him nearby. My heart is pounding so hard I’m scared he’ll hear it. I need to stay hidden. He’s acting like a psycho, and I have to play the damsel in distress—it feels too real.
I love it, but it’s embarrassing. I wish he’d do this in the woods. Too bad England’s weather sucks.
A shadow enters the hall. He’s wearing a mask. I didn’t notice it earlier when he told me to hide on this floor. I was tooparanoid about the people in the lobby to notice what he brought with him.
The mask resembles a skull, sharper than the usual design, with small horns sprouting just above where his eyebrows should be. It lacks a mouth, though the scars etched into it are just like his. Did he buy it just for this? Was it custom-made or just a coincidence?
