to you. Who else was around you?"
"Eleanora," I get out through gritted teeth. "But you already killed her."
"Silence," Vitto hisses. "You've really grown quite the mouth on you, you little bitch."
I suck in air at the sound of his insult, glaring at my brother to see if he'll object Vitto's words.
Luigi doesn't react, he just drinks more of his booze.
"Who else did you get to meet in their Estate?" Vitto demands again. "Tell me right now."
"No one." I shrug. He can't hurt them if I don't give him any names.
"No?" He gives me a cold grin. "Then I'll still have to kill them all. You know, just to be safe."
I hate this smug fucking bastard. I want to attack him. I want to hammer my fists against his chest and smack him upside his stupid face. But I don't dare fight back. I've already seen what he does to the people who disobey him, and I'm not going to become another one of the corpses outside.
I don't respond to Vitto. I've already realized the more I say, the more trouble I'll get myself into. Better to play the innocent, meek princess they both want me to be than get hurt. I'll just have to pray they don't find out the truth about my relationship with Adrian.
The rest of the day is tense. I make food for the three of us and am shocked to realize there's no one else up here but my brother and Vitto. When I question them about it, they keep saying the same thing??that they don't have a lot of men left, and that most of them were killed.
They show me to one of the guest bedrooms and I spend two hours scrubbing and cleaning it until I make it livable. At least there's water and electricity from a generator outside.
I get ready for bed and climb under the sheets, my eyes glued to the window that overlooks the sea.
I already know I've made a horrible mistake. But there's more about this situation. Something that just feels terribly wrong. Why would two mafia princes be all alone up here? Surely, they should have people helping them, allies making things easier. Even Eleanora and the guard would've been helpful, and they killed them both.
I listen to Vitto and Luigi arguing as they bury the corpses outside. I feel sick, closing my eyes shut and trying to pretend none of this is happening. I can't help overhearing their conversation, the sound of damp dirt falling on the bodies, and the moment they hit the ground. I want to cry, but there are no tears left, only deep, shameful regret that reminds me I've made the worst decision of my entire life by coming here.
I hear Luigi and Vitto arguing long into the night. I manage to catch some sleep only because I'm so fucking exhausted my eyes are shutting and I can't resist my pillow. The night is filled with restless dreams and nightmares.
I wake up even more tired the next morning.
A long shower makes me feel better. I get dressed in some of the clothes that at the house, sixties outfits with floral dresses. I put a sunhat on and head out into the garden. This is nice, at least. I never had the freedom of going outside like I wanted to before. It feels good.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I turn toward the terrace doors where Vitto is standing with an enraged expression.
"Nothing," I reply. "Just wanted to get some fresh air."
"You can't stand out there, someone's going to see you," he hisses. "Come back in her."
I purse my lips but do as I'm told. He didn't have a problem with me being outside yesterday, and why is it fine for him and Luigi to go out, but not me? They're just as recognizable, if not more, as the sons of two of the biggest mafia families on the island. This is all ridiculous.
I sit in the living room instead, my heart pounding with fear as Vitto joins me. "Where is Luigi?"
"Your manners are piss poor," Vitto tells me. "You don't speak unless you're addressed, remember?"
I nod. I'm slowly starting to realize agreeing with him gets me out of trouble faster than just arguing back.
"As for your brother," Vitto goes on, shooting me an approving look. "He's gone to town to get some supplies. He'll be back tonight."
I swallow thickly. This means I have to spend the rest of the day alone with Vitto.
And to be