Page 84 of Mafia Scars

“You are the perfect woman, Amelia Rossi.”

She looked back at me when I said that, a note of appreciation in her eyes.

Amelia Rossi.

It was nice to acknowledge her by her real name. It felt right. Just like when I’d insisted on calling her Amelia when she told me to call her Taylor. That damn made-up name that never suited her.

She was Amelia Rossi. The beautiful goddess that had captured my heart. Captured me and tamed a man like me who’d been a formidable force to be reckoned with.

She brought out a side of me that I never knew existed.

I plunged back into her from behind, taking hold of her hips and pumping. She moved too, moving into each of my thrusts with a maddening need.

This was the position that always made us lose ourselves.

And Goddamn, we did. We lost ourselves to it.

All I knew was, something electrical and fiery rippled over my body, seizing me and taking over my mind.

I knew that we came at some point, but then it was like we were at it again.

The rest of the night went on like that.

Wild, crazy love making that was an outrageous mixture of fucking and making love. That was the best way that I could describe it.

It exhausted us both.

She fell asleep in my arms. I tried to stay awake to gather my thoughts, but I was drained.

I didn’t sense when I fell asleep. I just drifted off into something that felt like sleep, but it wasn’t.

I had an awareness about me that made me conscious of what I could see.

I was dreaming, or was this a memory?

I walked into that room.

That prison-like room at the old, abandoned, derelict mental home.

St. Jude’s Institute…

* * *

Why was I here?

Victor’s laugh echoed throughout just like it did when Henry died. He’d killed Henry, my friend.

Not just Henry, his family too.

Susanna, my little goddaughter. What kind of a godfather was I to allow my baby girl to die?

I was too late.

Victor laughed again, and I ran into the next room to find him at a dinner table.

That wasn’t there before.

Amelia sat opposite him, but she wasn’t moving, and her skin looked like plastic.