Page 91 of Alluring Darkness
Heaving a deep sigh, I tear my gaze from hers and instead stare up into the dark ceiling again. Outside the windows, a strong night wind whirls around the building, creating a faint howling sound. I adjust my position, pulling the soft cover up to our waists with my free hand while I continue resting the other on Raina’s hip. She wiggles closer to me but continues to study my face as if she can read the answers there.
“Because bad things happen when I’m not in complete control of everything and everyone around me,” I reply at last.
“And when you’re asleep, you’re not aware of your surroundings anymore,” she fills in.
“Yeah.”
Silence falls over the dark bedroom for a while. I keep watching the ceiling until her soft voice drifts towards me again.
“What happened?” she asks.
My first instinct is to shut her down and refuse to answer. But for the first time since it happened, I feel like I actually want to tell someone about it. No, not someone. I want to tellherabout it.
After drawing in a deep breath, I tear my gaze from the ceiling and meet her eyes again. “You remember how I told you our family is connected to the Italian mafia?”
“Yes.”
“Well, being a Morelli means you have a lot of power. It also means you have a lot of enemies.” I caress her hipbone with my thumb. “When I was thirteen, I was kidnapped by a rival family. I spent a week naked and shackled in a concrete basement while they tortured me.”
Her eyes widen, and then her gaze drifts to the map of scars across my bare chest and arms before it returns to the scar that cuts through my eyebrow and down my cheek. Fury roars to life in Raina’s green eyes. It’s so fierce, and so unexpected, that I momentarily lose track of what I had been about to say.
I clear my throat in order to give myself a second to get my head back on track. Then I continue. “They filmed me. Every day. While I was naked and helpless, they filmed as they tortured me and then sent it to the Morelli family.”
Dread and embarrassment crash into me unbidden. That was the worst week in my entire life. The feeling of being so completely at someone else’s mercy almost broke me. After that, I swore that I would never let anyone else have even an ounce of power over me. And I started craving the feeling of taking other people’s control away from them. Preferably by threat or by force.
“And the thing is…” I continue. A sigh escapes my chest. “I wasn’t even the target. Rico was.”
“Rico?”
“Yeah, he’s…” I shake my head. That’s not my secret to tell. “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, they came for Rico but I happened to be sleeping…” I hesitate while trying to figure out how to explain this without divulging that Rico is not actually my brother and blowing his cover. So as to not complicate things, I settle for simply, “In Rico’s room. So when they broke in, they thought that I was Rico and took me instead. We’re similar enough in appearance, and especially back when we were kids, that they never realized their mistake.”
“So they tortured you in his place?”
“Yes.”
“And you never told them that they had the wrong person?”
“No.”
She nods, her eyes full of understanding. The expression in them makes it clear that she would have done the exact same thing for her brother. It sends a pang through my heart. It’s another thing I’ve come to love about her. She’s incredibly, almost suicidally, protective of her family. Just like me.
“Is that why Rico is so protective of you?” she asks eventually.
“We’re protective of each other. But yeah. He blames himself for what happened, and for the… issues I developed as a result of it.”
“They kidnapped you while you were sleeping.” It’s more of a statement than a question.
“Yeah. Like I said, if I’m not in control of my surroundings, bad shit happens. So after that, it’s as if my body refuses to let go of control and go to sleep because I should be keeping watch in case something like that happens again.”
Her eyebrows crease slightly. “But you sleep when you’re with me.”
“Yeah.” I heave a deep sigh and caress her hip with my thumb again. “I do.”
“Why?”
“Because, for some reason, when I’m with you I feel… safe.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. I snap my gaze back to hers, waiting for her laughter.