Megan sat there in silence for a moment, considering what I’d said. Leaning toward me, her eyes glistened as she held back tears. She placed her hand on top of mine, “Do you really think he cares for me as much as I do for him?”
A smile of assurance touched my lips. “Yes, I truly believe he does. I know Jeremy, and he is completely strung out.” She laughed out loud and quickly wiped away two tear drops that escaped. “Go talk to him, Megan.” She pressed her lips together and nodded. Before standing to leave she pulled me into a tight hug.
“Thank you so much, Mia. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go get your man.” We laughed together, gave one last squeeze, and then she left in search of Jeremy. Feeling a bit better and dazed from the alcohol, I sank into the chair, tossed my head back, and stared into the night sky.
Dinner hadn’t been announced yet, and I was already exhausted. What a long day it had been. I was looking forward to snuggling in bed beside Marcus. I could hear his laughter coming from somewhere in the house. It wasn’t hard to miss. It’d made me smile, knowing he was enjoying himself, and the exhaustion I was feeling was well worth it. When I thought of making my way back in, I heard a familiar voice come out of the darkness. “My night has just gotten better. Well, if it isn’t the one and only Mia Sullivan.”
My. Entire. Body. Froze.
Every sound around me went faint. All I could hear was the sound of my heart thrashing against the cage of my chest. It burned as I tried to gasp air through the tightness of my throat. My mouth went dry, the palms of my hands beaded with sweat, and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Every thought about the man behind that voice sped through my mind. I wanted that moment to pass, for him to go away. I sat with my eyes shut tightly, dreadfully hoping and wishing that that moment was a nightmare. But it wasn’t. The sound of his shoes treading against the cobblestones came to a halt. Fear had crept into my veins as I felt his presence directly beside me.
Then rage.
A wrath of emotion erupted deep within me. I was fuming with anger, my shaky breathing became heavier, and my skin seared with heat. I fought against my will and my eyes flashed open. His frame slightly hovered over me as he stared down at me smiling with a grin that I wanted desperately to smack off his face. Removing the cigar from between his teeth, he let out a quick puff and gave a curt nod. “Don’t you remember me, sweetheart?” Oh, I remembered him alright. I remembered him with every fiber of my being. Anyone who was ever so unfortunate to meet him could never forget.
Lou Sorrento.
At that moment, I stood to face him. He tilted his head aside, and his lips curled into a full-toothed grin. He looked exactly as I remembered: his salt and pepper hair was his only age indicator. Although he wasn’t taller than Marcus, he still stood as a powerful man—a man with a power that came from years of barking off orders. A man that could put a gun to someone’s head and pull the trigger with a smile splashed across his face. A man without a care in the world except for himself, not even my brother.
Angrily, I bit down on my lip as I stared at him with nothing but hate. Although I stood calm, my mind was screaming and racing with so much rage. I visualized myself shoving him to the ground and pounding my fists into him until I saw blood. That bothered me. I was never a violent woman or wished harm against anyone, but being in the presence of Lou possessed me to be one. Who gave Lou Sorrento the right to walk this earth? He deserved to be six feet underground, not my brother. Michael deserved to be alive, not Lou.
Who gave him the right!
I slightly shook my head as I tried and fought back the tears. I would not give him that. I would not show one ounce of fear or the effect he had on me. Lou Sorrento, did not value any of my emotions: good or bad. He deserved one thing and one thing only: death.
I wished him a long and painful death.
His eyes slightly squinted as he took another puff of his cigar. “You’re bleeding, sweetheart.” He glanced at my lips.
His remark distanced me from my trance. Confused, I wiped my hand along my chin. Blood was dripping from my lip. I’d bitten down so hard that I’d punctured through the flesh. The metallic taste of the blood was potent as I sucked my bottom lip in, squeezing as much as I could. “Excuse me.” I mumbled as I made my way past him. I rushed away from Lou, as fast and far as I could.
I rushed through the crowded room in search of anyone familiar. I finally spotted Megan and Jeremy by the bar, laughing and flirting, in a much better state than earlier. I headed toward them. As I got closer, Marcus came into view. He was beside Jeremy, ordering more shots. “There’s my girl.” He said with a huge smile. “Where you been? I missed you.”
After a few deep breaths, I forced a smile and leaned into his open arms. “I’ve been around. Are you having fun?” I tried to steady my voice.
“I’m having a blast. Thank you for everything. I love you.” He leaned in and planted wet kiss on my cheek.
I wanted nothing but to join in his happiness at that moment, but after the encounter with Lou, I couldn’t push him away from my thoughts. Clinging to Marcus, I tightened my eyes and desperately tried to rid myself of the memory of the man I hated more than anyone or anything.
“Hey.” Marcus placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my face so that he could look at me. “Are you okay?” Although he wasn’t slurring, I could tell how much alcohol he had consumed by the bloodshot look in his eyes. That was exactly where I wanted to be, in the same drunken state of mind as him.
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough.” I mumbled.
A smile formed along his lips. “Well, let me take care of that for you.” He reached over to the counter where there were a few filled shot glasses and grabbed two. Handing me one, we clinked glasses, smiled, and downed the shots. The warmth and burning sensation that the shot of whisky caused was a better reaction than I’d anticipated. Nodding, I glanced at Marcus and asked for another one.
That night, I would get rid of the pain, the bad memories, and allow alcohol and Marcus to take it all away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MARCUS
“Dinner is ready. Sorry for the delay.” My mother announced.
By that time, there were so many guests in my home, and all I wanted was the night to end. I looked around as all the guests followed my mother’s directions toward the back where dinner would be served.
Mia stumbled into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her to stay balanced. I’d been drinking since this afternoon with Jimmie, and I still wasn’t as intoxicated as she was at that moment. Leaning into the side of her face, I brushed a few tendrils of hair behind her ear as I whispered, “Let’s go upstairs.”