"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped as I entered Salvatore's private office where he lazily lounged in a chair, cocaine and pills all over his desk as his blood shot eyes looked my way, a smirk on his lips.
Leonardo was acting strange...he was acting strangely possessive and paranoid. He kept pacing up and down the room as I was getting ready for the morning and I was wondering what the problem could be."Is there someone that you want me to kill, Leonardo?" I asked him, my eyes on his figure that stood still when I finally spoke up. He'd been pacing up and down for more than an hour and I know he's strong and athletic, but his legs must hurt somehow."Don't even look at him, do you understand?" he snapped at me and I blinked, but I knew who he was talking about already, Salvatore.I nodded my head, indicating my understanding."Stay away from him," he further added and I nodded again."I've decided to cut this visit short," Leonardo told me as he walked up to me and looked down at me as I sat on t
Salvatore left as soon as he snuck into Leonardo’s bedroom; said what he said and walked out like nothing happened while I sat up on the bed, straightening up and acted like nothing happened as well. I knew that if Leonardo found out, he'd go crazy, if his previous reaction is anything to go by.Leonardo kept true to his word, as soon as he was done with breakfast he was in the room, holding my suitcase as we walked off to his private plane that was parked in the backyard of Salvatore's home.On the ride back to his home in Milan, he didn't say a word to me throughout the ride, he only ordered the pilot to stop once in Florence for me to pick up some food and eat breakfast.For some reason I felt powerful, strangely very powerful. Not the kind of powerful that I feel whenever I take a life, but the kind of powerful where I knew I had an effect on two very powerful m
I have a certain routine every morning. I wake up before the sun rises and then go into Leonardo’s training basement that I’m the only one allowed to use. Leonardo ensured that I trained every day so that I wouldn’t forget any of his teachings and I would be able to specialise and further perfect my skills even more.Leonardo was a man driven by perfection and it had rubbed off on me because I wanted to be perfect in my craft. I wanted to make sure with each passing day that I was able to dismantle and put together the parts of guns faster than I did yesterday, I wanted to make sure that my fists were harder than steel each passing day and I wanted to make sure that I never became soft and continued being the cold hearted robot that I needed to be.I could only do so by always surrounding myself with evil and weapons, I could only do so if I trained for hours on end so that I could be better than I
As always I sat around the dining table by myself, eating my breakfast peacefully and alone with my thoughts. I can't really say that I enjoyed these moments but I can tell you that I appreciated them. Being alone with my thoughts was soothing and comforting because I lived inside my head.I had conversations with myself and tried to keep as sane as I could, "a penny for your thoughts?" a voice broke through my little bubble and I blinked once, before turning my head rigidly to look at Salvatore as he took a seat across from me in this lavish dining room.He sat down, casually leaning back in his chair and then looking at me with a smirk, "no good morning or good afternoon?" he asked me, a chuckle leaving his lips."Good afternoon, Salvatore," I responded, keeping my voice levelled as I reached for my teaspoon, eating the cereal and looking at him as I chewed and yo
"What are you doing, Leonardo?" I asked as I returned to my bedroom only to find my bedroom door wide open and Leonardo walking around it and throwing all of my clothes recklessly into a suitcase. I wanted to punch him in the throat for the disrespect but I just stood there and looked at him."Do you honestly think I'm going to just let you sleep here with Salvatore in the room across the hall?" he asked me incredulously, like I was being silly for thinking that he would let me sleep in my own bedroom.I fought not to furrow my eyebrows in irritation, "so where will I be sleeping, Leonardo?" I asked him as he moved up and down my room like a crazed man.He looked at me like the answer was so obvious, "with me, in my bedroom," he told me as he ran his hand wildly through his hair before he managed to squeeze all of my clothes into the three suitcases and then zipped them up."Help me wit
"You think you're in control, baby cousin, but you're not," Salvatore chuckled as he lifted the plastic teacup, putting it to his lips as he took sips of the imaginary tea that Benedetta made for us.I clenched my jaw, wanting to throw this plastic table over and watch it hit him in the face but I held back because Benedetta wouldn't be the least bit impressed and would probably chew my ear off, "Salvatore go enjoy some of your American whores," I told him, responding to him in French so that Benedetta wouldn't understand.Salvatore liked many women but he had this unhealthy obsession with American women. He's always told me they were really nothing special, he just liked to use them as he desired because they were much easier to bed than women from anywhere else in the world."Who says I won't?" he replied, speaking in French German. That's what happened whenever he and I talked in front of other people, w
"Thank you for the invite and the delicious food, Benedetta," I told her smoothly as I watched a line of servants enter the bedroom and start placing actual food in front of us and I was more than relieved because we would be eating actual food.It was starting to feel a bit weird."You look beautiful, Unicorn," Salvatore told me with a dark look in his eyes and I tilted my head, running my hand along my neck before I did something I've never done before in front of anyone after I became Unicorn, I smiled."I know, Salvatore," I told him, referring to his name and I watched as he raised an eyebrow before a grin spread across his face and he bit his bottom lip, "only the best for the guest of honour," I continued as I reached for the spoon and started eating the potato leek soup."I'm glad that you've dressed up for me, Unicorn. I must say, this shade of green was made for you," he drawl
I wasn't really worried about whatever Leonardo would say. He let his emotions get the better of him and he needs to stop doing that. For that very reason, I hold power over him. I am the one in control because I can control his emotions.I stepped out of the shower and looked at the wig that I had placed on one of my mannequin heads that Leonardo had managed to bring for me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, looking at myself with no make-up and no artificial hair.I hated looking at myself like this because I hated seeing myself bare. I feel so much like my old self when I've taken away the make -up and the wigs because I'm met with the average scared little girl.I always manage to shut the memories out but when I'm standing like this, I'm no long unicorn. I'm that South African township girl who grew up eating magwinya and atchaar and travelling in minibu