Chapter 62


    I’m surprised to hear Mico talking so candidly to someone he never seems to question. I guess they


    think I am totally out cold and can''t hear them talking around me, because let’s face it, I am nked out


    star-shaped on a bed with a dead expression, closed eyes and barely able to move and I probably look


    like I am in aa.


    I wish I was, and maybe I would not feel so wretched or out of my head on crazy hallucinogens.


    I like Mico, he’s a thug and a brutal henchman, but I like the fact he’s probably the first person I have


    ever met that shows any concern for me, except maybe Gino. He seemed to do that too for a brief


    moment in that posh house so very far away.


    I wonder why he has a family home that he never uses.


    Focus Cami … stop floating off on the sea breeze.


    Jesus, I am definitely high.


    ‘‘You’re not taking her in the shower or stripping her, I’m the only one who’s going to do that.’’ There''s


    that edge of possessiveness and I literally cannot move a muscle. I feel paralysed from the waist down


    and yet the weird dreamlike state is doing a great job of not caring about anything anymore. It’s like


    being merry drunk just, you know, without the merry and just the drunk.


    ‘‘What, you don’t trust me? You think I’m going to do anything to her? I have more respect for her than


    anyone … More than you fucking do. You need toy off her, let her go and realise who you’re fucking


    throwing usations at. You may be the family front man Lex, but I’m still a Carrero and an equal voice


    in how things go down.’’ Mico sounds angry and I wish I could open my eyes to see what they’re doing.


    It’s weird listening to an argument when your brain is blocking out any sense of what they are


    physically doing and ying the sound of rushing waves in your ears at loud levels.


    ‘’I don’t trust anyone when ites to her, she’s bad news and I curse the day she walked into my life.’’


    ‘’All the more reason to just go. I’ll make sure she gets well, and then I’ll take her to Chicago and leave


    her there like you nned. She will be out of your hair and off Santagato’s radar for good.’’ I hold still


    as I listen intently and a part of me reconnects with my heart beating faster, a tiny ounce of hope that


    this is the reason he did this to me, to protect me from that man, and that maybe I was right, that night


    did mean something.


    Like a homing beacon in outer space that just locked onto an Earth signal, my braines zooming


    back to perk up and listen intently for any slight hope that my devil is doing something for me because


    there is something in him that cares about me. ‘’I should have let her die that night at the hands of


    Tyler’s men …‘‘ Alexi trails off, the room falling deathly silent and I feel that weight crushing in on me as


    my orbit implodes, the pain thates from the things he says cuts me to the core, spinning me out


    into space and I realise how many times he’s done this to me.


    He builds me up with a hint of hope or softness and then shes me down brutally and destroys my


    head. I’m an idiot to ever give myself any false hope where Alexi is concerned. I will never learn. He will


    never care, he cannot stand me.


    ‘‘You’re a son of a bitch sometimes you know that? She’s better off a million miles away from this


    bullshit. The girl needs a decent break. Someone out there who will look after her and show her


    another life.’’ Mico sounds pissed, judgemental and I stay still as a statue as I just try to breathe


    through my disembodied ache, trying not to cry, and trying to stay conscious as darkness keeps


    tugging at me to follow it out into the silence.


    ‘‘So you keep telling me, women like her, they end up where they belong.’’ Alexi making it very clear


    that this is a feeling of responsibility and nothing else.


    Women like me … whores, liars and opportunists.


    That’s what he thinks I am, and all he sees is a jaded vessel who has been used by too many men.


    I give up on my sad little ray of hope and just feel dishevelled once more. Trying hard to block them out


    and really pass out. Willing to give in to the darkness before he does any more mental damage to me.


    Someone starts pulling my body but I can barely feel their hands on me. I’m not connected anymore


    and do not react at all, allowing myself to be hauled down the bed and manoeuvred. It just sends me


    further towards the darkness and I struggle to stay conscious this time, failing badly.


    ‘‘Well, I’ll make it my goal to make sure she ends up somewhere decent then, away from you, us and


    all the shit that goes with it. The girl needs a break in life,’’ Mico bites as I drift away so fast I can’t stop


    it and I finally get the relief of falling through the air to go nestle in the darkness where it’s painless,


    quiet and still.


    A ce where strong arms and warmth wrap around me and I start floating as we travel through space.


    I wake up in bed, tucked in nice and cleanly with a nightdress on and a much clearer head; I feel less


    unwell yet still fragile and bruised with a lingering temperature. That cotton wool head is not as severe,


    and my throat no longer feels like razor des are lodged in the passage. I think it must have been a


    virus andst night it hit its peak with a little help from a New York thunderstorm.


    This is what my body does, it gets sick and lingers for days and then WHAM like a sh flood it will


    spike, knock me for six for an intense twelve hours and flush it out of my system. It’s how I have been


    my whole life.


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    I jump when a girl wanders through from the bathroom and smiles at me, catching mepletely by


    surprise as I assumed I was alone. She looks no more than a teenager and I gawp at her withplete


    suspicion, no idea who she is or why she’s wandering the apartment like some sort of candy-striper.


    ‘‘Who are you?’’ I blink at her defensively, struggling to sit up and pull the bed clothes up over the


    nightdress I now seem to be wearing. I don’t stop to question who took my underwear off and put this


    on instead, and I don’t think I want to know when only two men were herest night.


    ‘’Hi there. Sorry. Didn’t mean to give you a fright. I’m Reba, Mico said I was to take care of you until


    he gets back.’’ She fidgets awkwardly, and I scan her up and down with open spection. She’s


    dressed in jeans, a jumper and trainers, her blond hair up in a ponytail and I just regard her for a long


    moment.


    A youthful looking fresh-faced teen with freckles, dimples and sweet brown eyes. Poster child for


    wholesome American youth.


    ‘’Who are you, exactly?’’ I pull myself to sit up and blink at the bright light that catches me from the ts


    in the blind. Covering my eyes I notice a ss of water on the bedside tray, propped beside an array of


    supplies from the chemist that Mico left.


    ‘’I’m Mico’s fiancée’s sister; Mandy was herest night ,but she had to go to work and left me with you.


    I’m your nurse, sort of, for today.’’ She lookspletely normal. Not like a gangster’s sister-inw to be


    and wonder what kind of family allows their daughter to date a crazy mobster. This looks like a perky


    college girl from some cheesy American teen movie and not some second generation Italian who


    knows the score and turns a blind eye to the underworld activities.


    ‘‘Why did he make youe here? And Mandy, is she Mico’s fiancée?’’ I blink at her, not getting this at


    all, I’m sure I could have survived one night without some random girl seeing me butt naked and


    dressing me in my own negligee. It was just a fever or, some viral infection, and I feel tons better this


    morning. Alexi overreacted and Mico, well, he just did as he was told and now he’s making sure he


    doesn’t get yelled at again.


    ‘’Well you were really sick. Mandy is a nurse, so we helped him get youfortable as you were out of


    it all night and yeah Mandy and Mico go way back to kindergarten and fell in love. How are you feeling


    today?’’


    I honestly do not know how to deal with this girl, her concern seems genuine, and she’s annoyingly


    sweet and almost likeable. It’s weird to know I am missing a chunk of my night whileplete


    strangers took care of my unconscious body. I don’t think I have had anything like that happen outside


    of a hospital in the many times I dragged myself to one.


    ‘’Better, weak, but not like I was. What happened to Alexi?’’ It’s out before I can monitor my stupid


    mouth, heart sinking and knowing I’m just setting myself up for another p to my pride. He was here, I


    remember him sort of, I remember something about being in water with his face beside mine, but I think


    I was dreaming.


    ‘’Lex was here until after one; until your fever broke and you started to cool. He left when you were


    calm and stopped thrashing around and talking in your sleep. Wilson his doctor was here, he gave you


    some injections to help you get better and told us to let you rest.’’


    He stayed long enough to know I was pulling through the worst and not running my mouth off probably.


    Although it doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t care. He would have missed his entire dinner if he


    stayed till after midnight and I know how much he hates having to rework ns. He’s anal about never


    beingte for anything, except when he has me waiting on him, then hepletely disregards time. I


    have no idea what to make of that at all. Doesn’t fit the guy who nked me for two weeks and then


    threatened to snap my neck.


    ‘‘Talking in my sleep … what about?’’ I sidestep, trying not to over analyse it, knowing how much of a


    head fuck he can be. I am, however,pletely rmed at the talking out while high on fever, but the


    girl just shrugs nonchntly.


    ‘’Bad dreams, obviously just nightmares about monsters and pain, random things like calling out not to


    hurt you. You must have been hallucinating badly as you were making no sense and your dreams must


    have been something awful. Lex kept trying to keep you calm and still.’’ She flutters and smiles at the


    mention of his name and I get that creep of heat and try to shake it away, hoping to God he never


    clicked that I was crying out from memory and that in my dreams I do still see and feel the monsters.