Signora's Theatrical RevengeChapter 1
There wasn’t a day that I woke up and did not regret having once loved such a cruel man, nor did I ever stop wishing I could break his, and his snake-of-a-wife's neck.
But before I could even get the chance to act, that bastard beat me to it. I was gone before I even realized.
Seriously, the nerve!
That day was supposed to be as dull as ever, but then a guard suddenly barged into my room.
“Signora, the Russos! It’s a raid!”
His brain exploded before the words even registered in my head. Then Dominic Russo stormed in, looking ready to kill.
“Where’s Talia?” he demanded, barely holding back his fury.
“I already told you, I don’t know where your damn wife is,” I repeated the same words I told him on the phone. And it was the truth. I had stayed clear of these bastards for a long time—why would I bother keeping his wife from him?
Dominic fired a warning shot that just barely missed my ear.
“I never miss, Adriana. Give me my wife and child back,” he growled through gritted teeth.
I was baffled. Why did he keep insisting I had his wife? How insulting.
“Screw you, Dominic!” I snapped. “I already told you, I don’t have her! Your bitch means nothing to me!”
With a look of disgust, he rained me with bullets, but I quickly rolled and took cover on the other side of my bed.
“You son of a bitch!” I yelled, grabbing my gun stash from under the mattress. “When did you start using your ass to think?”
I fired back, taking down his men.
“Enough with your mind games, Adriana. I know all about your threats to Talia. You just can’t leave us alone, can you? Meeting you was the biggest regret of my life!”
His words stung more than any bullet could. He used to tell me I was his ideal woman with a sugary sweet voice. Now, he was treating me like the worst scum.
I stepped out of hiding, facing him head-on, both of us aiming guns at each other’s heads.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to shit on your graves. But I’ve lived in silence for five fucking years. Why would I throw away my peace for some petty bullshit?” I spat, my rage fueling every word.
“Silence?” Dominic scoffed, matching my steps as we closed the distance. “You pathetic liar. You never missed a day sending us threats. Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe you didn’t kidnap my wife? Bullshit!”
“I’ll never admit to something I didn’t do,” I scoffed, adding, “You pig-headed mule.”