Wilted Orchid: A Dark Mafia Romance by Loxley Savage

Author:Loxley Savage [Savage, Loxley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Armani

It’s been over a week since Valentina came into our lives and turned them upside down. Every chance I get, I spend time with her, and the more I do, the more I like her.

She brings out a side of myself that I’ve always tried to smother, a goofy, silly side. We joke, laugh, and make fun of each other in the most natural of ways.

Sometimes I catch her staring at me when she thinks I’m not looking, and it makes my chest clench. If I’m being honest here, I do the same thing to her.

Valentina is pure, like spring water caught fresh from a frozen mountain, or morning dew glistening on flower petals. It’s impossible to be around someone like that and not be affected. She changes the atmosphere in the house, affecting the whole dynamic.

Well, until Sal comes around. He’s been darker and meaner than ever, snapping at her for the littlest things, like cutting her food too loudly or watching too much TV, yet he won’t give her more freedom to roam around.

What else is the girl supposed to do locked away in her room aside from watch TV? Her phone is damn near broken, not that he would have given it back anyway. When he’s around, her personality dies like an insect under a sunlit microscope.

I hate that about him, I hate the effect he has on her, and I hate that he doesn’t give a fuck. He seems almost proud of it as he gloats. Other times he fixes his gaze on her and glowers in the most menacing of ways. It would be impossible for her not to sense or feel it, especially when he takes great care in letting her know.

I’ve asked him when we’re going to bring up the conversation about Marco after learning who he is, but he just offers me a sinister grin and says, “Soon.”

Knowing what we know, and the battle that is looming between Sal and Val, is enough to make even me anxious, and I’m a pretty chill guy most of the time.

Val can sense something is up too, her anxiety increasing these days, which is why we’re here in the gym to work off some of that stress.

Fausto is busy on the treadmill, getting his miles in for the day. I’m more of a bike guy, riding my calories away, and today, Valentina is joining me.

“Select program five,” I tell her, scrolling through the various workouts we can choose from.

“Aww, I don’t like five,” she whines. “Let’s do ten again.”

“Ten? Why?”

She scrolls to ten and looks over at me, her finger resting on the start button. “It’s not as hard.”

“Don’t you want it hard, kitten?”

Val blushes and looks away, but not before selecting track number ten on my bike. “It depends on how I’m feeling. Track five killed me yesterday. My ass still hurts.”

There are so many sick things I can say to that, and so many sexual innuendos she just set herself up for, but I let it go just this once.

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