Page 50 of Twisted Minds of Sin

So far, my plan isn't taking flight. It has been a failure. I had a different outcome in mind when I made my moves, and having Rosaline hate me more than she already did wasn't part of the fucking plan.

“Someone’s missing me,” Orazio calls out from behind me and I turn to see him holding up his phone, decked in a bright green T-shirt and black jeans.

“There is a lot of seduction going on here,” he points at my shirtless body, “I mean, it's just us, but my love, you hate PDA.”

They say people change. Even I have been trying to change, though how is still left to be seen. But this mad fucker can never stop being a mad fucker.

“One day, I'm going to…” I swallow as he starts to blow kisses my way, “Orazio what the fuck are you always smoking, I need some of it.”

He closes the distance and swats my chest with the back of his hand, “You should see your face.”

“You are fucked.”

“Well fucked, had a blast through last night into the morning,” he continues laughing. “I know it is hard for you to relate to,” he shakes his head, “it’s a sad life you have going on for you,” he shoves his phone into the pocket of his jeans, “which is where I come in with my endless love for you, butter cake.”

“My bad luck,” I tsk and move back to my car.

“Why were you calling?” He trails after me.

“Paul is dead.”

“He had it coming,” he shrugs.

Yeah, classic birds of a feather kind of scenario.

“And if I tell you I killed him?”

“Please tell me it wasn’t because you wanted his daughter, because that would have just been a stupid move and besides, the man would have gladly given her to you because he was in dire need to save his face.”

“That’s what you would say to that?” I cock my eyebrow.

“How is she taking it?” He nods in the direction of the manor.

“I saw her earlier handing out sweets and dancing her heart out. How the fuck do you think she is taking losing her father?”

“Fair enough, did you get any of the sweets?”

“Any of what sweets?”

“You know, the one Rosa was handing out,” he winks.

I grunt silently, “This is not the time for jokes.”

“My love, take your negativity somewhere else,” he shushes me, “I'll joke till my dying breath.”

“Must it always be this way with you?”

“You have a thing against consistent love?”

Everyone is pulling at the strings of my sanity from different angles and the devil helps because why am I even in the middle of all of them?

“Orazio…”

“Was it you?” He comes closer, too close and I don’t trust him not to try to annoy me with his usual stupid moves, so I move back.

“Was what me?”

“Did you kill Paul?”

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