Nero(93)

Elle couldn’t imagine how they felt. Her dad’s accident had been hard enough to deal with; she couldn’t imagine if she’d lost him.

“Elle, you’re smart enough to know that you and Nero could never work out because, ultimately, Nero is not going to stay faithful to you. I gave him a job, to do whatever it took to find out what you knew. The first day on the job, he brought a girl home and I told him he had to stop fucking around until it was done.”

Don’t do it, Elle. Despite how badly those words stung and how her heart ached, Elle kept it together. She didn’t want him to see her cry.

“It won’t matter if he cheats on you or not; Nero finished the job and he is becoming a part of the family officially. It’s something he has wanted ever since he was a kid. You can’t stay faithful to both families. I found that out. You don’t deserve to end up like my dead wife.”

Elle solemnly nodded. She was in desperate need to get out of here. I seriously have to get out of this house.

“All right. It was nice to finally meet you, Elle.” Dante held out his hand.

Elle stood and shook it. I can’t say the same.

Dante continued to shake her hand. “I’m a man of my word; no harm will come to you.”

“Thank you.” Elle finally went for the door with the walls closing in on her.

When she turned the knob, he spoke again. “For your sake, I hope I never have to meet you again.”

Elle opened the door and went through, unable to stay in there a moment longer. It was everything Elle could do not to run down the hall and out the front door. It was hard for her to even stand up straight.

She heard a door fly open and then was dragged inside and pushed up against a wall. She looked up and saw Nero.

“Get off—” She couldn’t even get all the words out before Nero slammed his mouth down on hers. Elle’s lips moved with his.

No! Elle stopped kissing him and tried to break her mouth free. “Stop it.”

Nero took her mouth again while his hand tangled in her hair.

Elle’s tears broke free. “Please,” she managed to get past his tormented kissing.

Nero pulled his mouth from hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t think you saw them. I didn’t want you to find out that way.”

“Everything has been a lie, Nero.”

Nero swept her tears off her face. “No, it’s not.”

Elle looked past her tears and into Nero’s emerald eyes. “So, when we were in the supply closet and I asked you why now, that wasn’t a fucking lie?”

When Nero didn’t respond, she had her answer.

“You were forced to be with me, and it was so bad for you, you fucked Stacy the first night.” Elle squeezed her eyes shut. “In the same bed you fucked every other girl and you fucked me. I gave you something I can never get back.” Elle opened her eyes to look Nero in the face so he could witness what he did. “Then you made me fall in love with you, and that’s why I hate you the most.”

With one fell swoop, Elle’s once-mended heart crumbled into tiny particles, unable to be repaired. Her mind, body, and soul knew Nero was her one true love—the thing inside her she couldn’t ever describe. She knew, however, even though he was her true love, that didn’t make her his.

Nero grabbed her face in his hands. “Don’t do this. Baby, I—”

“Let me go. Please, Nero, let me go.” Her eyes created new tears to take the place of the ones he wiped away. Elle’s eyes pleaded to him. Let me go. She saw the war take place behind his eyes before he finally did.

Nero reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box wrapped in a pink silk ribbon. “I was going to give this to you tonight.” Nero grabbed her hand and placed it in her palm.

Elle shook her head. “I don’t want it.”

Nero’s voice turned dark. “Take it.”

Elle held onto the box just so she could get away from him before she changed her mind.

As Nero took a step back, she was able to open the door. Elle held the doorknob in her shaky hand, taking one last look at Nero. Then she pulled the door closed.

Elle finished going down the hall, barely able to hold her own weight. When she got to the foyer, she saw Amo and Vincent nervously waiting.

Elle tried to quickly wipe away her tears. “Vincent, can you give me a ride?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Vincent walked to the front door and opened it for her.

Elle stopped at the small table beside the door that used to only hold flowers; now, it was filled with pictures in pretty frames of Nero’s whole family. She placed the box Nero had given her on the table and went out the front door.