Deception

Chapter 54 - Slow Down

Waiting for the maids to finish making dinner has never been so hard. I'm both starving and frustrated, especially at the desolation inside me.

This room is dusty, all the furniture covered in fabric I think used to be white. Nobody comes to this past of the house, not even the maids. Before I was arrested used to come here to hide from Pietro, Silas's father.

My fingers slide along the smooth keys of the dark wooden piano. I wonder what such a soulless family would do with it.

I don't know how to play, I'm not someone with hobbies but it sure is fun to press the deeper notes.

Sighing, I stop and watch the dust float around in front of the window. The sun grows stronger within moments and shines over the piano onto my hand, highlighting my silver ring.

I don't understand what I feel. All I know is that nothing makes sense when he's not burying himself into my heart. I miss thinking he wanted me and though it sounds insane, part of me wishes I was still blind.

Realising someone doesn't love you back is more painful than a thousand burns to the skin. I'm left as a vengeful pile of ashes. I want to punish him for what he did to me while at the same time, I ache for another moment with him. Does that still make me vengeful?

The voices in my head are so loud, I don't even notice when a pair of tattooed hands slide over mine.

"There she is." A deep voice slowly rasps from above. "The woman that destroyed me."

A wave of heat spreads from my chest to my fingertips. My heart starts to pound from behind my ribcage, more when the fabric of his pants grazes my shoulders.

"You burned my things." I finally let out.

"You pissed me off by leaving."

Wait, leaving?

Oh, now he's going to pretend he didn't send me off and that everything was my doing? He's so devious. I shake my head and turn around on the stool, facing him - or his legs. He's so tall I have to tilt my head a lot to meet his drunken eyes, and I don't even have to think to know what he's under.

My gaze drinks in the sight of his shirt almost fully unbuttoned, and his hair messy like he'd just come back from a session with a hot blonde. God I hate that. 

I hide this familiar bitterness by softening my voice.  "So, how did you like my show yesterday? You must have had a blast dealing with the owner of that restaurant."

"You need to work on your aim, the bullet missed me."

My lips part to tell him I wasn't going to shoot him, but the hazy smirk on his lips shuts me up.

"Maybe I should try again."

I don't mean it and he knows.

He raises a brow. "And then?"

"Take your wallet and run to France."

Silas lets out a brief, rough laugh that makes goosebumps rise on my skin. He holds my jaw and tilts it up, and when I focus on his eyes I realise that his amusement is just a cover up for something much darker.