Page 215 of Vicious Intentions
We were planning a small intervention during the holidays, hoping to open Misha’s eyes to what his ongoing grief will eventually do to his daughter. That his neglect will have consequences if he’s not careful.
But then Annamaria got kidnapped.
And every plan we made went straight out the fucking window.
Not that she seems to care whether we’re here or not.
In fact… as much as it pains me to admit it, I’m pretty sure my sweet sister hates us now.
No. Not us.
Me.
She hates me for killing her so-called husband. That’s why she refuses to even look at me. Talk to me. And being shunned by Annamaria feels like the sun itself decided to stop shining on you.
I kept telling myself that with time, she would love me again. That eventually she’d realize she’d been manipulated. That she’d been nothing more than a pawn Matteo used to hurt our family. That he never truly loved her, no matter what lies he whispered in her ear.
And if I just gave her enough grace, enough time, then eventually she’d come to that realization on her own.
At least… that’s what I hoped.
But now she knows thebastardois alive. Who knows what kind of mind games he’ll be able to play on her if we give him the chance.
Like I said, bringing Annamaria to see that fucker is one hell of a bad idea.
What is Marcello thinking?
“We’re here,” Kill says, turning off the engine.
I was so lost in my turbulent thoughts that I hadn’t even realized he’d parked the car.
Annamaria is the first to jump out of the back seat, with Kostya quickly following after her before she can wander too far ahead.
“You need to go easy on your sister,” Kirill murmurs, sensing where my head was at.
“Easy for you to say. None of your brothers have been possessed by pod people. I swear it’s like I’m staring at a completely different person.” My throat constricts painfully. “I miss my sister, Kill. I really fucking miss her.”
“I know,dusha moya.I know,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses against my face, my chin, my cheeks, and finally my lips, knowing exactly how to soothe the storm raging inside me.
I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car. Annamaria and Kostya are already waiting by the club’s entrance.
With it being Christmas Eve and all, my dad, Gio, closed the club for the night. Good thing too, considering no one expected this particular visitor to show up on our doorstep.
My sister looks like she’s about to burst out of her skin with the way I’m making her wait. Honestly, I’ll take her resentment any day over her silence. She hasn’t had a real conversation with me since we brought her home, and that shit has been eating me alive.
Annamaria and I used to be inseparable. She was my better half.
And now…
I hate Matteo for what he’s done to her. For turning her against her family. Against me.
Let them have this little reunion. It’ll be the last time that motherfucker ever sees her anyway.
After tonight, there’s no way in hell I’m letting that monster near my sister again.
This time, I’ll make sure I don’t miss.
And the asshole stays dead.
