Sold to the Capo-Chapter 56: WHEN THE TRUTH HURTS

ADRIANA’S POV

The memories of that horrid place kept replaying in my head, but I didn’t feel scared; I felt safe.

I suddenly sat up, my breathing ragged as I looked around. I was back home, in Vincenzo’s mansion.

Looking around me, I stiffened. Vincenzo wasn’t here, I was alone in bed, and the sun was high up in the sky, already judging from the light that filtered in through the curtains.

The sound of footsteps sends me flinching, and I see Val at the doorway, relief flooding her features.

"Fuck, Adriana. You scared the shit out of me" She walked to the bed, her hair packed up in a ponytail and a sad look on her face that was barely noticeable.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice shaking as I swung my legs off the bed, my body shivering as soon as I put my feet on the floor.

"You were out for hours, and we found you; you’re fine and safe. I called the doctor to have a look at you, and you’ll be fine; you’re just still in shock; you took quite a hit to the head." She sat beside me on the bed, her honey-colored eyes peering at me curiously.

"What happened to him?" I croaked, my hands fisting the bedsheets. He wasn’t here. Why wasn’t he here? Fear instantly filled my very being and I realized how scared I was that he died. I would never forgive myself if I found out that he died for me or something like that, but he didn’t, right?

Val wasn’t answering, but I refused to believe it, tears welling up in my eyes. "What fucking happened?!" I yelled, standing up from the bed, my words cracking as I struggled to understand what was happening.

"That’s what I need you to answer for me," She said calmly, her expression betraying nothing. "I need to know how you got out of the house in the first place, Adriana" She inquired.

Henry.

My mind immediately went back to the man who had helped me get out; he had known nothing about it, and I shouldn’t implicate him. I had already caused more harm than good.

"Not now, Val" I growled instead as I walked out of the room on wobbly legs, making my way down the stairs.

I needed to know what happened; I needed to know that he was safe, he had been shot, he was there... the bomb... oh god.

"Woahh!" I heard a familiar voice from my left, and I turned to see Salvatore approaching me, a frown on his face. "Are you okay?" He cast a glance over my head at Val who was also coming down the stairs.

"Please... just tell me what happened" I muttered, holding his coat in my hands, tears dropping from my eyes already.

His gaze hardened and he gently pried my hands away from his clothes. "Have a seat" He gestured to the couch, grabbing my hands and leading me there gently when I didn’t move for a second. I sat back down with a thud, my mind reeling.

"Breakfast’s ready. Oh. You’re up?" I heard an unfamiliar voice from the kitchen, and when I looked there, I saw Grace standing there, looking at me with an apologetic expression.

Why wouldn’t anyone say anything for fucks sake?

Grace left as quickly as she came and I wondered what she was doing in the main house, had she not been given her own quarters. Everything was so confusing and I had to hold my head in my hands to steady myself.

"I need you to answer some questions" Salvatore leaned forward on the chair he was sitting on opposite mine.

"No, you answer mine right now. What happened?" I growled, my voice coming out stronger.

He paused as though he wanted to say something, and then he shared a glance with Valentina, who shook her head at him, making him sigh before looking at me. "Go ahead"

"Where is he?" I asked again.

"I don’t know. Dead. The warehouse got blown up with him in it and we found the body of someone. Burnt beyond recognition, it’s still being identified but I don’t think he made it out. I’m sorry" Salvatore shut his eyes, his breathing getting ragged.

It felt as though the wind had been knocked out of my windpipes at his words and I let out a shaky breath, tears finally dropping from my eyes.

No.

"No, you’re wrong." I made to stand up, but my wobbling legs made me collapse back to the chair, my eyes distant.

"Hey," Val quickly came to me and grabbed my shoulder squarely, her hands steadying me and forcing me to look into her eyes. "Calm down, okay. Take a deep breath," She urged, but I couldn’t do it.

"It’s my fault." I let out another shaky breath before I burst into tears just as she pulled me into a hug, her lips trembling as she held me close and patted my hair.

"It’s not your fault" She whispered into my hair. "I don’t know what happened but it’s not your fault"

The sound of the door being opened made me pull away from her in time to see Henry walk in, a sober look on his face. "I’ve informed Master LaRosa about the death..." Henry trailed off as he locked eyes with me and he looked just as confused as everyone else in the room.

"Okay... come with me." Salvatore led Henry back out of the house, leaving Val and me alone in the living room.

"Salvatore will be here for a few days because of this. You’ll be fine, I promise." Valentina cupped my face, her gaze reassuring, but I knew she was holding back her pain; the emotions in her eyes spoke volumes. She felt the same way I did.

I continued to cry, my breathing still uneven. "Do... do you think he died?" I croaked, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

She sighed, an uncertain look crossing her face. "I don’t know... for once in my life... I don’t know"