Chapter 66: Blood splash
“I know everything Fiorella, I found out about it, I know that you are perfectly aware of the fact that I killed your father.” Tito mutters.
Fiorella is staring at him dumbstruck, she never imagined that he could be this cunny, he has fooled her so well.
“You never lost your memory?” Fiorella said like a question.
Tito sighs. “I never lost my memories, I remember you and the kids,”
Fiorella gasps in shock, she closes her eyes and a fake laugh escapes from her. “You mean that, this was an act, you were only pretending, huh? It was all a show so you can maybe kill me like you killed my father?”
“Why did you never tell me anything? Why did you hide the fact that you knew about it?”
“Are you really asking me these absurd and useless questions, I should be asking you, you bastard! You killed my father and you hid it from me, you looked me in the face everyday, kissed my lips, we fûcking had s*x and you still never cared to apologise or confess your crimes?” Fiorella yells and pulls down his hands from her arms.
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He looks heartbroken asking that question, he has feelings for a woman who hates him deeply, whose father was killed by him, she only wants revenge, how could he have been such a fool?
“What do you think? what do you want me to say? You killed my father in my presence, I saw everything, I watched from the cupboard how he was shot in the arm, how you ordered him to be beaten to death, I witnessed everything,” Fiorella shrieks, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Papa was always nice, he would never hurt anyone but you had to kill him in such a brutal way!” Fiorella cries loudly.
“Nice?” Tito chuckles at her words.
She never knew her father, he was an undercover for their family, he killed people, lots of people, he was involved in drug trafficking, destroying people’s life by giving them contraband drugs, Caesar Evette had a company where thousands of fake drugs were produced which cost people like their lives, innocent people!.
“Yes, he was a good man, we were always contented with whatever we had, I don’t know how he got into business with a criminal like you,” Fiorella sobs, hatefully glaring at him, those disdainful eyes were back.
“Your papa was nowhere near a good man, He was a Panale(criminal) , a bandito, he killed people too, he made other children fatherless, so Evette is far from being a Saint or a nice person,” Tito mutters forming a quotation sign with his hands using two fingers.
“Don’t talk about my Papa like that, you know nothing, you are just a big fat liar, Enzo was right, how could you have thought that…” Fiorella trails off to catch her breath, the shortage of breath is repeating itself.
“Uhhh” She takes a deep breath to calm herself. “How did you know about my revenge?” Fiorella asks, not denying her aim anymore.
“The day I was in your house before I had the accident, a maid called that she had seen a hidden camera in my house, I have no cameras in my house for some reasons, I tried talking to Shawnte but he wasn’t answering my calls, I had to contact one of my men to track down the location through the camera and he discovered that it was linked to an apartment owned by Enzo, I knew there was something fishy, I had woken up a week before you and the kids came, I did my investigation and found out about everything, you were trying to find evidence to incriminate me and you succeeded,” Tito explains, still saddened by it.
Fiorella presses her lips together and questions curiously. “Why didn’t you stop Enzo from taking it to the police”
He changes his tone to a solemn one. “B-because, I felt guilty about everything, I never for once enjoyed facing you and knowing fully well that I was once responsible for your misery, I have killed one or two…”
“You haven’t killed one or two people, Tito, don’t sugarcoat things, you have killed numerous people!” Fiorella suddenly cuts in.
“Alright, I won’t lie about anything I have killed so many people that I lost count of it, but the only life I regret taking is your father’s, that’s the only murder, I regret committing it, that’s why I didn’t try to stop Enzo from doing anything, if going to jail can make you happy and feel better that your father murderer has paid for his crime then I am ready to go to jail,” Tito mutters and pulls her to himself.
This time he can feel his heart flutter the more with her being closer.
“I will do anything to earn your forgiveness, I am really sorry for how much I have hurt, having your father killed, getting you pregnant and ruining your life, I am the real bad luck right?” Tito beams, his smile is sad and dim.
Fiorella looks into his eyes, she can see tears brimming in them, she is glad that he regrets his actions and is ready to turn a new leaf but that won’t change anything. Tito cups her cheeks and caresses them with his thumb, wiping her tears with his thumb in the process.
“Do you forgive me?”
Fiorella shifts her gaze to floor and her tears fall directly on her dress, she replies with a shaky voice “I don’t know,”
Tito sighs, he lets go of her face and turns his back on her.
“Do you feel anything for me? It’s a strange question, an inappropriate one, you should hate me and wish me dead but I just want to know, did you ever love me?” Tito asks, teary eyed.
Fiorella wants to listen to her heart and scream out loud how much she loves him and cares for him, that she is ready to forsake her revenge and be happy with him, allow him get close to the twins and be a good father, she wants to wipe away the memories of how her father died but it’s impossible.
“Ella, do you love me?” Tito asks with his voice and heart yearning for her to say yes.
“I don’t love you.” Fiorella sobs and rushes out of the room.
Her words feel like a sword that just stabs his heart, Tito shuts his eyes and allows the tears to flow freely from his eyes, he has never felt this way before, it’s such a hurtful feeling, he regrets letting his guard down.
He slowly drops to his knees dejectedly. “Why did I fall in love with you?”
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Fiorella gives to the first bar she can find, she needs something to help her forget her problems even if it’s just for the night. She enters the bar and walks through the crowd of dancing people towards the counter.
She sniffs and orders in a loud tone. “One shot of whisky, please.”
“On the way, Miss,” the bartender replies loudly.
She takes her seat and blocks one of her ears. The music is terrible, it’s too loud and worst of all, it’s not even one of her best songs. The speaker may be faulty because there is a buzzing and funny sound from them.
“My goodness,” Fiorella pouts and creaks her ear.
She looks around and there are lots of women with different kind of exposing dresses, dancing quite erotically with men, Fiorella sighs and shifts her gaze to the right corner of the bar, she sees a girl shamelessly naked, her skirt is raised up and a guy is fûcking her from behind, her mouth is wide open obviously moans are escaping from them, but what shocks Fiorella is when another guy comes and blocks her front, he starts fûcking the girl but it looks like he is using his fingers.
“Disgusting,” Fiorella frowns and turns away.
Her order is already on the table, she takes the tumbler of whisky and takes a sip, she tightens her eyes because of the sharpness and sour taste it has.
She takes more sips and opens her eyes to behold, a handsome man, he looks out of the world, you won’t define him as handsome but pretty, he has long black hair that falls to his shoulders, he has pointed nose and a smooth face, pink lips that gives him that girly sexy look.
The music volume is reduced.
“Hello, beautiful,” He smiles at her, his smile is enchanting.
Fiorella gulps down the whisky to get out of her trance-like state.
“Hi,” Fiorella clears her throat nervously, She takes a good look at him and he has a perfect stature and physique.
“My name is Luca,” Luca smiles at her.
“My name is… Fiorella,”
“Nice to meet you, beautiful,” Luca smiles, he takes her left hand and kisses her knuckles.
Fiorella blushes, it’s such a charming gesture. “And you too,”
Luca smiles slowly and turns to a smirk as he screens her body, she’s beautiful. “Can I get to know you more?” He asked and sat down in front of her.
“What do you want to know about me?” Fiorella questions with a smile.
“Anything you would want me to know, beautiful,” Luca replies with a little smirk on his small lips.
Fiorella giggles awkwardly.
“Another drink for the lady, the bill is on me,” Luca smiles.
The bartender serves Fiorella another drink, which she gulps on an instant. They start discussing , he sounds like a good person and it’s quite fun talking to him, Fiorella talks about her fifth glass of whisky meanwhile Luca hasn’t had a drop of alcohol.
Fiorella’s smile disappears when she feels a discomforting pain in her abdomen, she tries to ignore it but the pain worsens.
“Aww,” She moans.
“Fiorella,” Luca calls and stretches his hand to her which she takes.
“My stomach is hurting, Ah!!!” Fiorella screams.
Luca helps her down from the chair but Fiorella can’t stand.
“It hurts,” She yelps.
She suddenly feels a liquid dripping down her legs. She looks down and puts her hand between her thighs, she brings her hand out.
“Blood?” Luca gasps.