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“What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.”
Which is why I’ve tied cinder blocks to his feet. If anyone discovers his body, they’ll find a bullet through his mouth—a clear message of his crime.
I’m not only riveted by her. I’m possessed by a need to have her. And she must be mine.
She plagues my mind, infecting it like a parasite and overriding any autonomy over myself. My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing.
“Gigi,” he pleads, but I hold up a hand, silencing him. “You’re destroying this family, Johnathan,” I choke out, the words as unstable as my heart rate. “And I have no choice but to let you.”
Damn
I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.
If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.
can’t keep up any longer, and I’m beginning to favor the ghosts that haunt these halls. At least they are predictable.
“Love cannot define what I feel for you. But I will settle for it with my words and show you what I truly feel with my actions,” he says quietly.
How does one look from him have me questioning my entire life until this point?
“Have those cookies insulted you, my love?” I deflate, shooting him a disgruntled look. “No. As a matter of fact, they did not. Not that it’s any of your business what warfare I engage in with sugary food,”
“Orazio made it clear it wasn’t a quick death,” Angelo says, chuckling. “Apparently, the horses didn’t run. They walked. Slowly rippin’ off the limbs from their bodies.”
Holy shit
I lean closer to her ear. “No, mia rosa, not even God can have you,” I growl. “You’re mine, and you will only pray to me.”
“So sweet, you’ll make all the bees come out,” I retort. Her eyes widen comically. She’s always hated bees. “A bath, it is.”
“I rather like it when you beg.” “My God, Genevieve,” I choke out. “Are you trying to kill me?” She grins devilishly, crimson and saliva smeared across her chin. “How else will we spend eternity together?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to only love you in the dark when you deserve to be loved in the light?”
takes a few seconds to process that I fucked her so hard, I moved the couch a good foot from where it had been. She notices, too, glancing around before turning her bright gaze back to me, her astonishment evident. “If you wanted to rearrange my furniture, you could’ve just asked me.”
Gigi and Ronaldo are dancing to Frank Sinatra in front of my fireplace, gazing at one another with so much love, it makes my heart ache.
It’s been decades since their passing, yet still they remain together in the afterlife. Even death could not tear them apart, their love surpassing the inevitability of their mortality. One day, hopefully far in the future, Zade and I will join them, and I am so excited to meet them.
