Metamorphosis by Bella Di Corte

Author:Bella Di Corte [Di Corte, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub

8

MARI

Capo sat across from me, close to the door, in the darkness. I knew he wouldn’t sleep.

From my place in the bed, I imagined his electric eyes being the first thing I’d see if he sat forward—awake and crackling with energy when it felt like the entire world had fallen asleep. Just like the tattoo of the wolf on his hand, those same eyes would emerge from the black of his fur.

Occasionally, I'd imagine I'd hear him breathing...an intake of breath, a sigh, even a yawn. But I heard nothing. He could be as still as a ghost. A presence I knew was there, but only felt because there was a tickle along the back of my neck.

Maybe I even felt it in my bones.

Or maybe not a ghost...I didn't want to think of him that way, not when I had no clue what had happened to his throat. I thought of a mosaic inside of a cave instead—the water. He could be so still that he became a reflection. Depending on how he looked at me was what I saw in him.

The inside of our cabin was eerily quiet. The walls seemed to be soundproof, but I still imagined the regular noises of the yacht. Things I’d hear as soon as I stepped out of the room.

In one way it unnerved me, knowing that life was loud on the other side of our door, moving around, and I had no clue what was going on. In another, being in the stillness with Capo gave me peace.

Maybe it was a bit like being torn between the hell of life and the heaven of it. I could fall asleep, but it was uneasy.

I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it. What was there to say? He made no excuses for what he did, or ever denied that criminal activity—danger—was a part of his business. I didn’t know everything, but he’d told me he worked for the Fausti family while we were in Sicily. Connect that with this yacht, Captain—who had ties to them too—and I had my answer. Capo had probably had a talk with Rocco about the situation earlier. I figured that’s who he had been on the phone with.

I couldn’t resist watching Capo while Captain had been taking sips of his coffee. Even though Capo’s face could never be described as lively, with a whole bunch of emotions, therefore expressions that I could easily read, I knew he was pissed.

That same warmth blossomed in my chest at the thought.

It had nothing to do with Capo being mad at Rocco. It had everything to do with the reason behind it.

Me.

He didn’t want me involved in whatever was going on.

It was the entire reason he stood like a sentry at the door, keeping watch, probably until the morning, or whenever the tailing ships were gone.

Damn…would we sink them? Knowing what I did of the Fausti family, I was sure that, if the ships creeping close to our ass got too close, they would become sunken treasure ships discovered hundreds of years from now.

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