We might meet in hell, sister!
When she's done, she takes a step back, waiting.
But then she realizes that I'm still breathing, so theonlyother option is to smother me with a pillow. Classic, right?
Well, we must have watched the same telenovelas, because that's exactly what she tries to do.
The moment the pillow is on my face, I swiftly move my hand, injecting her with a sedative. No sooner does the needle pierce her skin than I push against her until she's on the floor.
The sedative is quick to act, and her movements are sluggish as she stares in horror at me.
"Surprised?Sister?"I ask in the same smug tone she'd used right before she smashed my face against the table.
With her restricted movements, she tries to escape me by dragging herself across the floor. I measure my steps so I'm slowly advancing, making her feel the fear tenfold.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" I raise an eyebrow at her, lifting her chin with my thumb.
"Fuck you," she spits at me, and I turn my head to the side just in time to avoid it.
"Well, I think now it's my turn to say that, isn't it?" My smile grows wider just as her eyes show more fear.
Noticing there's no way out, not with the sedative in her system, she starts laughing nervously.
"So what if you're alive? No one wants you! Why do you think it was so easy to replace you? Not even your husband or your brat knows who I am."
"Are you so sure?" I cock my head, my voice grounded. She's the one with no escape, and I won't let her rattle me.
"Who do you think brought me here?" I ask, and the realization is right there on her face. "Ah, you're putting things together, aren't you? Enzo's known from the very beginning."
"Really?" Her mouth morphs into a vicious line. "I'm sure he knew when he was fuckingme,calling me by your name."
Did I really expect her not to say that?
"Don't waste your breath; it's not like I'm going to believe anything that comes out of your mouth anyway," I tell her, getting up and moving back to the bed.
"You should know, though"—I stop, half-turning—"that both Mother and Father are dead."
Her eyes widen at the statement, so I give her a beaming smile. "It sure was nice to make them bleed. Now for you…"
"You?" she asks incredulously.
I just nod, stripping the bed of the bedding and pillow until it's nothing but the metal frame. Luckily, this bed's frame doesn't haveanyempty spaces, so it will be lovely for darling Chiara.
After I throw everything to the ground, I turn back to her.
I'm relaxed, even though something is simmering in my veins—that taste of revenge I'm finally going to have. But it's so exquisite that I can't rush into it.
I need to savor it. Take my time.
Chiara is propped against the wall, already out of it. I take her by the arms and drag her to the bed, tying her hands and feet at each end with barbed wire.
Then I wait.
She comes awake a couple hours later, and I'm halfway through my chapter. I quickly read the last sentence before putting the bookmark in and turning my attention to my sister.
"What…?" she stammers when she sees the situation she's in.
I take a seat next to her, ready for what's next—but not quite.
