I stare at him, watching his chest expand.
How is it that someone so strong, so powerful, so dangerous to find become so small when faced with an adversary? The adversary being me.
I see him, knees on the cold tiled floor, his eyes fixated on me in equal parts disbelief. I disconnect my vision from his small form, looking briefly at what I'm wearing.
This morning when I woke up, the sun was shining, snow melting on my front lawn. My kids were sleeping, my husband gone, as usual, working, making money.
Everything was normal except when I woke up this morning, I received a message. This message contained a lot of things I've been waiting to hear but one part, in particular, stood out and made today different. This person on his knees in front of me was the big difference in my day. So when I woke up this morning and decided what I was going to wear I decided I would not wear black because black represented the sign of mourning. I wasn't going to wear white. After all, white represented a sign of new beginnings and not blue.
Blue, well blue was a sign of trust and green with a side of healing so when I woke up this morning I decided I would wear beige, it was an indifferent color something that matched any mood any desire any belief it doesn't necessarily represent anything but nor did it negate anything.
'You know what is so satisfying about killing you?"
'What?" He inquires with that tilt of his mouth and thin lips I have seen a time or two. Many women found this man handsome. sexy even. I was not different, but I knew more than many of them what made him, his colors, the layers that fell away leaving only the middle left and when you looked at it with naked eyes you'd see it was rotten.
I laugh.
'I became a player in this cat and rat game much later. I find it comical that I am the one who gets to catch you, considering there are many people who started in the beginning. What is even funnier is I am the one who would get to kill you."
'You didn't catch me Mrs. Catelli."He says my surname with a pinched face as though he can't bear the sound of it coming from his lips.
'Then what do you oppose I did?"
He smiles, but it is not a nice one. It is filled with the ugliness which has corrupted him over the years.


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Conception Of Truth(Book 4 of Secrets Of The Famiglia)

Aliyana(18)

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9 Years Ago
Kylie was found but at this time in my life, I didn't know anything. The Catelli brothers and Vincent decided to keep it on a need to know and according to them, I didn't need to know.
By the time I woke up and headed downstairs Marco was gone with Mischa back to his Manor. I didn't know...

Chapter 11