Thrill Me: A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance (Dark Odyssey Book 3) by Faith Summers & Khardine Gray

Author:Faith Summers & Khardine Gray [Summers, Faith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bliss Romance Publishing
Published: 2020-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mimi

“Baby, tell me what you need,” Salvatore whispers into my ear.

I can’t answer him. All I can do is shuffle my head and bury my face in his chest as he holds me.

He’s holding me as I cry. I hate crying like this, the kind where you lose control and the tears just flow from your soul.

This only happens to me for her. My mother. And the same man who was there for me the last time I cried like this is here for me now.

I cried like this at the funeral. Dad left me. I was twelve years old and he just left me.

I remember feeling so lost until warm hands covered mine. Warm hands in the rain that felt like ice water being thrown over my body.

It was Salvatore. He was there for me then and he’s here now doing the same thing, holding me, holding me and keeping me from slipping out of reality. The same feeling that flowed through me then is back now.

It’s a weird feeling I can’t quite find the words to truly describe but if I were to try I’d say that the feeling is like some type of warning. Something singing to me, telling me something isn’t quite right.

Something primal and instinctual.

She always told me to follow my instincts.

Always, no matter how bizarre the feeling.

Mom told me I should go with that prickling sensation that could spike your nerves.

My instincts never let me down once.

Not once. Always when I went against those feelings I’d end up suffering in some way, or on the wrong path.

Something would go wrong somewhere.

This was the second time in my life that my instincts were screaming at me and I questioned myself. Questioned facts because what my instincts were telling me were different to what fact showed me.

Both times were in relation to my mother.

The first time was when she died. I found the suicide note. I found it in the library at home.

It said she was sorry but she couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t live another day in the house.

It looked like she was going to continue her words but didn’t. There was no full stop after that last word. Mom was particular about things like that. I figured though that when you’re about to die, punctuation is the last thing you worry about.

I found her dead in the pool and Dad came home just after me. He was working. Typical. Days later I found the note and showed it to him.

The coroners told us it looked like she slipped off the upstairs balcony and fell. We had one of those Juliet balconies on my parent’s bedroom. They said she fell from there. I couldn’t understand how that could happen.

Then I found the note and it made more sense. Something that didn’t make sense made sense and I hated it because I preferred believing that she accidentally fell off the balcony over believing she killed herself.

Killing herself meant she left me, left me in this world without her.

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