Maybe I抎 find the music more tolerable once I was drunk like many of the adults. I scanned my surroundings. Mom and Dad were talking to Mom抯 best friend Bibiana and her husband Dario on the patio, and Santino had disappeared fifteen minutes ago so he wasn抰 there to stop me. I抎 mastered the art of sneaking alcohol into my drinks at parties last Christmas season. I found it ridiculous that I was supposed to abide to drinking laws when ordinary laws pretty much didn抰 hold meaning in our world. There was no way in hell I抎 wait almost four years to have alcohol.
My hand snuck up to the bowl with punch and quickly filled my glass with it before anyone could notice. As I sipped my drink, I allowed my eyes to scan the guests. After a while, I grew bored桰 knew everyone and there was no new gossip afloat梐nd decided to find Santino. Teasing him definitely brought me more joy than any of this. He was too easily riled up. Sometimes I was sure he enjoyed it as much as I did. Other times I was concerned for my safety.
Taking another sip, I slipped out of the living room. The sounds of the party were too loud to search for him by noise, and he was a master at blending in. I strolled through the first floor for a while, enjoying my drink, before I followed my gut instinct to the back of the house. Santino probably needed some quiet. Polite conversation always made him murderous, so he probably needed time to himself. I didn抰 feel guilty in the slightest for wanting to disturb him. His anger was the hottest thing there was.
A strange noise came from behind a heavy oak door. I抎 gotten a tour of the Alfera抯 house last year so I knew it was the library. I slipped in as quietly as I could and closed the door behind me.
I loved books, so I took a moment to marvel at the many spines on the shelves, even if the room wasn抰 as big as ours. I had a feeling this wasn抰 a place that was used very often. Many people in our circles had a library as a status symbol and not because they enjoyed literature.
A wheeze caught my attention and I tiptoed farther into the room.
My mouth fell open as I spotted Santino抯 upper body peeking out behind a shelf. Santino had his fingers wrapped around the throat of none other than Mrs. Alfera, the wife of Dad抯 captain. Her lips were parted, her face red. Apart from his head, I only saw his forearm and hand, the rest of him was hidden behind the bookshelf. Mrs. Alfera was kneeling, judging from her propped-up arms.
Had he lost his mind? I rushed forward and froze, my eyes growing wide. 揙h fuck.?
In the truest sense of the word. Santino wasn抰 trying to kill Mrs. Alfera with his bare hands, at least not in the immediate future. They were both naked from the waist down and Santino was banging her, looking as if he wanted to kill her. Death by dick.
Heat flooded my body. My eyes darted from their naked lower regions back up to the hand around her throat. This all happened in a heartbeat but felt like the most awkward eternity in history.
Mrs. Alfera let out a strangled cry, her eyes widening comically. Screaming because someone caught you cheating when you were only a few doors down from your husband wasn抰 the cleverest thing if you asked me. Santino released her throat and shoved to his feet. Of course, I stared at his erection. And holy shit, holy shit, I was surprised he hadn抰 killed Mrs. Alfera considering how hard he抎 hammered into her with that. Death by dick indeed. A laugh bubbled out of me, completely inappropriate, but I couldn抰 help it.
He staggered toward me and considering his furious expression and the overall situation, I should probably have fled the scene, but I couldn抰。 He grabbed my upper arm with one hand while his other tried to shove his still very erect cock into his pants, which wasn抰 working. Part of me worried he might do lasting damage to his member. Still, I watched in amusement. I took a sip from my drink, only increasing Santino抯 fury.
揝top staring,?he snarled.
揑 could help you with that,?I said before I could think it through. I didn抰 mean it like that. Despite all the teasing, I抎 never been daring enough to flirt with Santino in such a forward way. Maybe because it would have given away too much, and probably would have only made Santino annoyed.
Santino抯 grip tightened further. 揇on抰 even joke about it, girl. I won抰 get killed because your dad misconstrues your words. And I especially won抰 get killed for the unpleasant fumbling of a stuffy virgin.?
I stared at him wide-eyed, unable to believe his audacity. I was used to his rudeness by now, but this took it to a new level. 揇o you kill all the women you bang or only the married women to hide evidence??I hissed.
揝he wanted me to grab her throat. Some women get off when their air supply is cut off. You wouldn抰 understand.?He finally managed to close his fly, but there was still a bulge in his pants.