Simply Sinful (Boyxboy)

10) Gianluca the Rule Maker

"It'll just be the three of us," Dominic says after waiting a few minutes. "I asked if they wanted to come but they turned me down." I knew he was lying. Dax would have mentioned talking to his father. Instead, he complains about Dominic never answering the phone.

"I can't this weekend. I promised a friend from school I'd help them study for a test." I give them my most sincere grin.

"Well, if you promised," Dominic says with defeat. "We'll be leaving once we get back in the house. Are you sure you don't want to come?" I nod.

"Have a safe trip," I tell them walking back to the bench I occupied before. I don't look back as I hear them walking away.

I stay there until the sky darkens and threatens rain. I make my way back to the house as the first drops of rain fall from the sky. I hope the rain ruins their trip. It's the same thing every weekend. They go out of town because my mother says the city is too stressful for her and the baby. They make me sick.

Those are the words I think when I notice two man standing on the porch observing me.

"Can I help you?" They continue to stare without answering my question. One of the men remove a phone from his pocket and look at the screen then back to me.

"Are you Nicca?"

"It depends on the reason," I say cautiously. The man laughs and rubs his face. I notice a scar running the length of his jawline.

"We're not here to hurt you," the other man says. "I know this guy looks scary but he's a big teddy bear. We just need you to come with us." He shows me a badge and introduces his friend and him.

"I'm Detective Castillo and this is Detective Giudice. We need you to identify someone for us."

"Identify who?" The other man taps his feet in annoyance.

"Look kid, we already talked to your mother and she said it was okay. It's raining so let's go and get this other with," Detective Giudice says, his irritation showing.

I look at them skeptically. Giudice loses his patience and pushes me down the steps. He ushers me towards the car and tells me to get in. Both detectives get into the front seat.

We drive in relative silence. They refuse to answer any of my questions. After an hour of driving, I realize where they're taking me. The mansion looms before us as we drive through the gate.

Gianluca's name bubbles up from the recess of my mind. I can't believe I'm back here again. I never wanted to come back.

"I thought you were taking me to identify my aunt. Isn't that what you told me?"

Both detectives laugh. "We are," Detective Castillo says. "You're here to identify her body." They both laugh again and get out the car. My body is yanked from the vehicle by Giudice. He leads me up the steps to the house.

The scene that greets me is one out of a slasher movie. Blood stains the tile floor beneath my feet. Gianluca stands in front of four bodies. His clothes covered in blood. I recognize one of the men as a man who drove me home several weeks ago.

I'm probably responsible for this. I didn't tell them where I really lived. I lied and this happened. I choke back a sob and turn to watch Gianluca.

Gianluca wears a sinister grin as he waves his pistol around the room. "You really thought you could steal from me and nothing would happen. How stupid can you be?" Gianluca screams at a figure on the floor.

It is then that I notice a woman on her knees. She bows her head as she pleads for her life. You can barely hear her words through the sobs.

"I gave you what you wanted. I told you where you could find him. So please...." The woman raises her head. Her face is swollen. She bleeds from a jagged cut on her face.

Despite the state, she's in I can tell that this woman is my aunt. Her one good eye finds me among the onlookers. "I told you you would find him there. I was right. Y...y...you don't have to kill me now." She laughs hysterically and stumbles to her feet.

Gianluca watches her movements but doesn't say anything. My aunt takes this as a sign she free to leave. She sways as she walks to the door. She refuses to make any eye contact with me when I call out to her.

My aunt places a bloody hand on the door knob when Gianluca calls her name. She turns back a surprised look on her face. She doesn't even have time to scream or run before the bullet is propelled from Gianluca's gun and enters her skull.

Her blood sprays across my face and clothes. I watch in slow motion as her body hits the floor with a deafening thud. Gianluca walks over to me and hugs me. My clothes are soiled with the blood of my aunt.

He pulls away and removes a handkerchief. My body is unable to remove after the horrific scene that played out before me. Gianluca wipes away the blood from my face. He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. I'm in disbelief. My mind refuses to focus on what's going on.

"I have three rules for you to follow. One, you're weekends will be spent here with me. Two, you must remain loyal to only me. Three, if you break rules one or two, punishment will be swift."

Gianluca kisses me on the cheek after speaking. He tells someone to show me where I can clean myself up then tell the two detectives to have someone clean up the bodies.

He walks down the hall where his mother awaits with a satisfied smirk. I stare at his mother as she pats him on the back when Gianluca walks by. I can hear him telling her she didn't need to worry. That he promised to take care of everything and he did.

My gaze travels down to the bodies littering the floor. I guess the dead men on the floor had something to do with the theft from before. I can't believe this is happening. I don't want to believe this. Anger at my aunt makes its way to the surface.

I want to kick the body again and again until my anger is squelched, but I don't. I can't. It's her fault this is happening yet my body refuses to disrespect her body.

No tears come to my eyes as I continue to gaze at her corpse. Am I such a hateful person that my eyes cannot shed a tear for my mother's sister. Or has this moment used up the last of my ability to care.

A man grabs my arm and leads me down the hallway. I follow behind him an unfeeling, unthinking mass.