The Wounded Love novel Chapter 64

I quickly let them fall. "Nothing."

It didn't look like he believed me, but he didn't push for answers. "Are you hot?" He asked instead.

I nodded my head yes. It was kind of warm down here, so Dante kicked the big comforter off of us. Now all that covered me was a thin sheet.

We both heard the door to my room open, causing both of us to freeze in place. "Dante!" A loud voice asked, making me sink farther into him. Silvio.

Before he reached the bedroom door Dante got up. "Give me a second!" He called back.

He quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, then slipped out the door. "What are you doing?" Silvio asked. Dante responded, but it was in Italian just like the rest of their conversation. I really needed to learn Italian.

After a few minutes Dante popped back inside the room. He threw himself down on the bed next to me. "What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing much. He was just wondering where I was."

"No offense but your dad seems mean."

Dante laughed. "He is mean. You don't become a Mafia boss by talking about rainbows and unicorns all day."

I couldn't help but ask my next question. "What about your mom? Is she the same way?"

"No idea." He answered.

"What do you mean?"

"I never knew her." He was being so vague.

"Why not?"

"Do you really want to hear the story of how I came to be?" He asked, resting his hand on my thigh.

I sat up and nodded my head. I was so bored yesterday. Now I figured out how to avoid the boredom. Stay with Dante. We could have sex, tell stories, then have more sex.

"Ok, so obviously I was an illegitimate child." So was I, even though my parents would never admit to it. I had been conceived out of wedlock. They claimed I was born a month premature, but the papers said otherwise.

"She was one of my father's whores. I'm not saying it just to say it. That was actually her job.

"Anyways she was new, and somehow got pregnant. My dad didn't let her get an abortion because... well I don't even know. So he took her in for those nine months until I was born. She was really young. Maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, so she left to continue her life. My parents never had anything besides that one night stand."

"How old was your dad?"

"In his twenties. Skyla, don't give me that face."

"What face?" I asked.

"That I feel bad for you face."

"What did you hear?" I asked Jade.

"Oh nothing much. Just the bed banging against the wall." She said, taking a sip of her juice.

I laughed, completely embarrassed. "Ok." Was all I said.

"Wait!" She called. "Come here. You need to tell me about it. I mean, are you guys back together?"

"I don't think so. We didn't really talk about it. It was just sex."

"Well you look happier." I was happier. I really needed last night. "Would you consider getting back together?" She asked.

"I don't know. You seem fine, but I'm not. You have no idea how terrified I am. And Silvio. He scares the shit out of me. All these people do."

"Well Dante can't, considering the fact that you guys f@cked all night."

"It wasn't all night."

"Yeah just two hours." She said, taking another sip of her apple juice.

I didn't think it was two hours, but maybe it was. "Where you timing me!"