Page 85 of His Cursed Heart

What if that bastard Ivan is calling her?

I answer and I'm ready to let out a series of curses when a small cry calls for something.

"Sorella?" His sob takes away his words.

Vincent.

"What's wrong?" I ask loudly, my heart beating like crazy. I look at Althea and she's still asleep.

Is she fucking dead?

"Keaton?" He asks like he's trying to remember my name.

"It's me, bud. Why are you crying?" My voice is soft. I need to remind myself that he's five and not a heartless human like his father.

He says something but his sobs are too powerful and I can't understand anything.

"Take a big breath and tell me what's wrong." I say to him in a calm tone.

"Please come and take me, I'll be good I swear." His cries are making me go feral. He's scared. His voice is desperate and I think about the only possibility.

Hanibal.

I will kill him if he touched even a lash from Vincent.

"Are you in danger, Vincent?" I say the words with a nod in my throat.

"H-he's angry and there was b-blood," His stutter is all I need to snap.

"Stay where you are, we'll be there." His sigh of relief is all I hear then. "If anything happens, call me. You understand, Vincent?" I make sure he gets it.

"Okay." His little voice whispers.

With tight muscles and fists I grab my own phone to call my private pilot to get the jet ready to leave for Italy.

I almost broke the wardrobe doors as I take some clothes of mine and Althea's and put them in a bag. I take from our bathroom the things we need and then go straight to my wife who is still fucking sleeping.

"Althea?" I shake her a little and nothing. Not even bombs can wake her.

I shake her more and I start to get anxious because she doesn't even move. I lower until my head is on her breasts and when I feel her chest moving, I let out a sigh.

I move my eyes to her bedside table and my eyes grow at the box that has Italian titles, but the sleeping moon on it makes me realize what the box is for.

Sleeping pills.

Why is she taking them? How many did she take?

Knowing that not even water can wake her, I run to the garage to take one of her heavy dogs. I enter it and the sudden voice makes the dogs unsteady and ready to rip me apart.

I give them one of Althea's tops to smell it and then their tails are wiggling in excitement. Before to run again to my sleeping beauty I stop at my BMW in horror.

What the fuck happened?

My car is scratched in white lines that form at the ending in a fucking heart. And I know instantly who did it.

Oh, little fox, you like to play?

I let all my dirty thoughts aside when Anubis barks.