Page 5 of His Cursed Heart
“She died three fucking days ago, and you are telling me now?” I feel my pulse in my throat and I’m trying to calm down. “How did she die?”
Who do I need to kill?
“Murdered.” He’s suffering. For the first time since I know my father, he’s almost crying for the death of his daughter.
His favorite daughter.
My sister was murdered and I didn’t even said goodbye.
My fucking sister is dead.
“He promised me he would take care of her! He fucking promised me.” I can’t even say his name.
“Calm down, uccellino. Betrayal is a strong feeling. A weak feeling.” My hands turn into fists and I was ready to punch him.
“Who killed her?”
“They don’t know, yet.” Those fucking Americans.
“When is her funeral?” Now he looks again at me.
“Today.” Of course it’s today.
“You fucking bastard.” I whisper, my throat hurting.
“Did you say something, uccellino?” That nickname that hunts me even in my sleep.
“You. Are. A. Bastard.” Hanibal Luciano starts laughing like this is the funniest thing in the world.
“You better watch your mouth.”
“Or what, Papa?” I’m not scared of him anymore.
He stands up and starts to walk in the room, thinking about something I know involves me.
“You will give your new husband a run for his money with that attitude.”
“Who said I’ll marry?” I swore many years ago that I’ll have no husband. Just the thought of them makes me already tired. They require too much energy.
“I did. In a month you’ll marry Keaton. I just talked with his father. We need to keep the peace between the two mafias.” I don’t let his words affect me, even though I feel my body trembling.
He didn’t say his name. He didn’t.
That’s all he cares for. His mafia. His legacy.
“I’ll marry Keaton only over your dead body. Wanna
do it quickly?” His body moves quickly in my direction,
his hand wraps around my neck and his angry eyes stare at me.
These are the only moments when I let my wicked smile show. Making him angry is my favorite thing in the world.
“It’s so funny that you consider yourself my equal. Do your worse, Althea. Meanwhile, start looking for a dress.”
“It’s so funny that you think you’ll win. Do you think Vincent will like America? I’m thinking of taking him with me.” And I just hit his weakest point.
“Don’t you dare touch my son.”