Viper - Michael Morley [66]
‘Ma vai! ’ Gina waved a hand at him and flounced away. But she couldn’t leave it like that. Pride and her fierce spirit stopped her in her tracks. ‘Work, you say? Since when did fucking other women qualify as work?’
Valsi tried to ignore her. He’d had a bad day. That bastard Sal had publicly humiliated him. The last thing he wanted was trouble at home.
‘Do you think I’m stupid?’ Gina pushed him. ‘Do you think I can’t smell your whores on you and your clothes? See their scratches on your body? You make me fucking sick.’
‘You are stupid. And you’re talking nonsense. So shut the fuck up.’
A text message bleeped on Valsi’s phone beside his wallet on the hall cabinet. Gina picked it up. ‘Who’s sending you text messages?’ She held it behind her back. ‘I read the ones you sent to Kristen. Is it her?’
Valsi wheeled round from the mirror. Slapped her hard. ‘You never touch my phone. That’s my business. Right!’
Gina held her cheek. It burned. ‘You piece of shit. You cheating piece of shit.’ She hurled the phone at his head.
Valsi dodged. It hit the wall and then the floor, smashing into several pieces.
The look on his face told Gina she was in for a beating.
She made a run for it.
‘Come here, bitch!’
Valsi slipped to her left and blocked the corridor into the main body of the house.
Gina doubled back. One foot slipped on the tiling, twisting her ankle. She kept her balance. Ignored the stab of pain.
‘Leave me alone! Bruno, just leave me!’
She headed towards the conservatory. If she made it through to the pool house she could lock herself in.
But she never got there.
Valsi grabbed her left shoulder and spun her round. His face was like stone.
Gina was scared. She jerked her right knee up between his legs. It never made impact.
His hands were quicker than a crocodile’s jaws. His instincts still prison-quick. Fast enough to dodge a cell-made knife, let alone a clumsy woman’s knee. He held her leg off the ground and slapped her face. She put her hand up to the burning skin and lost her balance. Her head struck the wall. He held on tight and kept her upright.
‘Bruno, please don’t. Please.’
Valsi could see the fear in her face. Wonderful. He felt powerful. Made him forget all about Sal the Snake and the humiliation he’d experienced.
He pulled her leg higher. Stretched her hamstring until it burned.
Gina had to hold his shoulders to stay upright. He flipped the door open behind her, backed her into the sitting room and dragged the door closed with his foot.
He could smell the fear on her now. See it in the sweat on her brow. Feel it as her heart pounded against his chest. It was exhilarating. It was the first time she had made him hard since he’d come out of prison.
He jammed her against the wall. Forced his mouth against hers.
She tried to bite him.
His hand grabbed her throat. Strong fingers on her windpipe. She wouldn’t do that again. He could feel her heart banging against his chest. So fast. So afraid.
Gina closed her eyes. She didn’t want him to see her cry. Didn’t want him to see the disgust she felt as he fumbled between her legs.
And when he finished, when he’d fucked away the last of the love she had for him and had walked off, laughing, somehow she still held back the tears. Still kept the tiniest shred of her dignity. Just enough to build a new life with.
52
Capo di Posillipo, La Baia di Napoli
Salvatore Giacomo was always nervous meeting the great Don Fredo Finelli. Always had been, always would be.
Although they’d known each other for more than two decades, Sal still felt intimidated by his employer. And in a strange way, he liked that feeling. Liked to work for someone who was better, richer and cleverer than him.
As Sal was shown through the hallway to the office in the Don’s home he found himself more nervous than usual. Two things were making him anxious. Fear that the Don knew about the incident in Bar Luca with his son-in-law. And the fact that there had been no card on his doormat from