The Wounded Love novel Chapter 43

He didn't answer my question instead he said, "I'm just so in love with you, Skyla. You broke up with me because you thought I lost interest, but I didn't. I took a step back because I didn't want to drag you into my mess, but somehow you still managed to stick your nose in it." He pinched the bridge of him nose. "I love you, I'm hopelessly in love with you and I don't know what to do about it." He wiped away the tears and his sadness was replaced by anger. The wheels in his head appeared to be turning and I had never been as afraid of him as I was in that moment. The day at the hotel was nothing compared to how I felt now.

A dark shadow appeared on his face, making him look like an entirely different person. An evil person. It was as if in that moment that he confessed his love for me, something went inside of him, something sinister. Whatever demons found their way inside of Nick, consumed him.

I took a few steps back, breathing heavy.

Nick's eyes were fixed on me. He wouldn't even blink. I needed to say something, anything to get his attention off of me and onto something else before he murdered me right then and there, because that's what it looked like he wanted to do.

"How do you know Silvio?"

"That's something I can't share with you." He finally blinked but now his hands were balled into fists.

I remembered the look of absolute terror on his face the first day I saw this dark side of him. I wanted to make his anger disappear because it was scaring me, I wanted to replace it with fear, so I said the one thing that came to mind. Mind you, considering all of the secrecy that revolved around the name, it probably wasn't my place to tell him this bit of information but I was desperate. "Well he's back. Silvio is in New York and he doesn't look happy.

I was so unbelievably frustrated.

Nick and I walked back in silence. He didn't respond to the news about Silvio's arrival and I stayed a few steps behind to assure that he wouldn't stab me in the back... literally.

Mother could tell something was wrong but she didn't come straight out and ask. I also didn't give her much of a chance to ask because I went home almost immediately after Nick and I returned. I did promise her that I wasn't mad, I was just tired and it was getting late anyway. We'd have to reinvent her another day.

"F@ck men!" She chanted, pounding her fist down on the counter.

"F@ck men." I slurred.

"You think that bastard is telling you the truth? No. He. Isn't. F@ck him! He's a lying, cheating piece of shit who finally realized what he lost. I call bullishit on that story." She took a sip of whatever she was drinking. "Don't trust either of them, not Dante or Nick. Find out that shit for yourself. Men are nothing but cheating, lying scum who rely on their dick to make the decisions. F@ck that!"

"Who hurt you?" I laughed at her rant.