It also gives me satisfaction.
I could watch the Gallos dance around her crazy fire all day long, getting tripped up over and burned down by the antics of their own granddaughter.
Having her run the show is a spectacle in itself, and seeing them grind their teeth might be cheap satisfaction, yet it still works for me.
On that note, the enemy of my enemyshould bemy friend, but there’s a problem with that in this case.
At the end of the day, Leilani Gallo is still my enemy.
She’s their flesh and blood.
She may be adamantly against them, but she’s no better than them, and her loyalties, if they exist, surely lie with them.
It’s not only that.
There’s something about this woman.
Aside from her infinite capacity for fucking with my plans, ruining them with her clownish silliness, she and I could not be more different.
No matter how much I enjoy her screwing with the patriarch and matriarch of this family, I can’t take her bold yet erratic moves lightly.
I’m still here, looking forward to getting my revenge, in no mood to babysit her, or watch her destroy herself, while changing the dynamic of this family even more.
And probably for the worse.
This spoiled woman has no idea what she’s dealing with here.
She thinks life is all rainbows and unicorns; she can get men hard and then walk away from them with a smile on her face.
She believes she can stop her family from setting her up with a new husband, as they feverishly search for a powerful mobster to expand their powers.
I know what they’re up to.
The old Gallo is no fool.
He doesn’t want to rely on me too much, and I can’t blame him.
I’m just as careful in watching them because her husband might change the entirety of the chessboard.
So I need to pay attention to the little brat, not to mention that I tense up every time I see her doing stupid shit.
I don’t want to believe I might care about her.
I refuse to believe that.
Never in my life have I paid attention to anything other than how to preserve my power and stay alive.
That’s all that mattered.
But things might change tonight, I muse as I’m watching Paxton head straight to where she vanished moments ago.
So much for my brotherly advice.
He learned nothing from what I just said to him.
He may be drunk, but that’s still a lame excuse for his behavior.
He may also be irremediably lost to a chimera, an illusion dipped in blood.
