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Love Triangle: Six Books of Torn Desire

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by Willow Winters


  It’s funny, no matter how far from me she starts on the bed, every morning it’s the same. She’s curled so tight against me that I’m afraid to wake her when I get up.

  She doesn’t budge when I push the hair from her face to look at her. She looks younger than she is when she sleeps. It’s because her face is so relaxed. She’s always on her guard otherwise, and I understand that.

  I get up, check my phone for a message I’m expecting. It’s there, but I’m not sure if I’m happy about it or not. It could save Helena, if it comes to that, but it would destroy Ethan in the process.

  I type a reply. I’ll meet my contact in his Verona office the following day.

  Helena doesn’t move when I slip off the bed to have a shower, but when I come back into the bedroom, she’s sitting up in bed, arms folded, her face like she’s deep in thought. She turns to look at me, and I notice that she doesn’t keep her eyes on mine.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  “Why were the payments different when my Aunt Helena was the Willow Girl?”

  I toss the towel I just used to dry my hair aside and step toward her, take her chin in my hand, and tilt her face up.

  “I said good morning.”

  She looks at me, her forehead creasing. “Good morning.”

  “That’s better. Why don’t you go have a shower and get dressed? You should come downstairs for breakfast. You can’t avoid my family forever.”

  “No, thanks. I’ll lose my appetite with Ethan gawking at me.”

  “He can’t help how he is, you know that, right?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You must have noticed.” Although she’s had such little interaction with him, is it possible she hasn’t?

  She shrugs a shoulder. “He seems strange. I just thought he was a jerk.”

  “Oh, he is a jerk, but there’s something else. He had an accident when he was fourteen. There was some damage to his brain.”

  “Oh.”

  I glance away, remembering, but only for a moment. “And Lucinda manipulates him. Teaches him everything he knows.”

  “Teaches him to hate me.”

  “Not just you. I’m just saying there’s a reason he’s the way he is. And that doesn’t mean you should be alone with him, but just so you understand.”

  “It doesn’t matter to me. He’s still my enemy, no matter what. What was the accident?”

  I turn away before answering. “A boating trip gone wrong.” I walk into the closet to get dressed, pull on a pair of jeans. I have a T-shirt in my hands when I walk back into the bedroom to find her still on the bed.

  She bites her lip. “So what happens when the year is up? I mean, do I just…do you… Do you stay here and I’m with him and…”

  The thought of it, of handing her to him, of him touching her, makes my hands fist. Is it just her, or would I feel this way with anyone? I wouldn’t wish my brother on any of the Willow Girls because it’d be handing her to Lucinda and handing her to Lucinda would be like handing her to Satan himself.

  “Don’t think about that now, Helena. There’s a full year. A lot can happen.”

  “What does that mean?”

  I pull my T-shirt on and go into the bathroom to comb my hair, but I’m really just buying time.

  “You asked me about the payment when your Aunt Helena was the Willow Girl,” I say, coming back into the bedroom.

  She nods, sits up a little taller.

  I sit on the edge of the bed. “How much do you know about her time here?”

  “Not much. Only that she survived.”

  “She was here for two-and-a-half years. Not three.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she killed the firstborn Scafoni son.”

  Helena’s mouth falls open, and her eyes go wide. “What?”

  “Smothered him in his sleep.”

  “How? I mean, she didn’t say anything about that to me. Are you sure it’s true?”

  I nod. “Six months into her ordeal, she killed him, so she was passed on to the second. Then, after a year, to the third. That’s why the discrepancy in payment.”

  “I don’t believe you. This makes no sense. She’s not a killer.”

  “She probably wouldn’t be under normal circumstances.”

  “No. It’s a mistake. It has to be.”

  “Funny thing was, his middle finger was missing, and they never found it.”

  At that, her eyes grow to twice their size.

  “Helena, I’ll admit, the bastard probably deserved what he got, but your aunt wasn’t all there, and definitely not by the end.”

  “Did you think about what I asked? If I can call her?”

  I get off the bed, walk to the dresser to put on my watch. “You want to ask her about this? Verify I’m not lying? She wouldn’t tell you,” I say, my back to her.

  “Maybe because it’s not true. Maybe it was one of his brothers. You’re all ruthless. I don’t see any brotherly love between any of you.”

  “Believe what you want. It’s all written down. Recorded.”

  “Just because it’s written down doesn’t make it a fact.”

  I check my watch. “Go have a shower and come down to breakfast. I’ll be there. You won’t be alone.”

  She looks up at me, cocks her head to the side, and gives me a smirk. “Even if you’re there, I’m still alone, Sebastian. More alone than I knew thanks to what I learned yesterday. And with today’s story”—she shakes her head—“if you’re trying to turn me against my family, it won’t work.”

  “I’m just telling you the truth. Maybe think about the questions you ask me next time.”

  “You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that?” she says, sliding off the bed. She wraps the blanket around herself and turns to go into the bathroom.

  I grab her arm, stop her. “And you wish you hated me for being a Scafoni, but you don’t.”

  She tugs to free her arm, but I hold tight.

  “Oh, I do hate you, Sebastian. I’ll always hate you.”

  I stare at her, and she at me. The next time she tugs, I let her go.

  She disappears into the bathroom and locks the door. That’s why she showers here. The lock. It’s probably why she sleeps in my bed.

  Better the devil you know.

  Chapter Twelve

  HELENA

  I don’t go downstairs to breakfast. I don’t go for lunch either. I only make my way down when I’m too hungry to stay in my room.

  I know Sebastian won’t send food up. I also know he’s right, that I have to face them sometime, but I’ll put it off as long as possible.

  The evening is cool and I wrap a sweater around myself. I’m the last to arrive. By the time I get out to the patio, the family is gathered around the table, Lucinda and Ethan drinking martinis, and Gregory and Sebastian, whiskey.

  Two places are set for dinner, one in front of Sebastian and the other, Gregory, and Lucinda and Ethan are dressed in fancy evening wear. Maybe it’s my lucky night and they’re going out.

  Sebastian is either bored or irritated. I can see it on his face, in his posture. He sits opposite Lucinda, who has her back to me. He’s leaning in his chair, head resting against the back, looking daggers at her until he sees me.

  He shifts his gaze to me. I still can’t read him, but I can’t look away either. He does something to me. It’s like when he’s in a room, it’s just him and me and every hair on my body stands on end. I don’t know. It’s like he steals the air out of my lungs.

  I know the others feel this strange charge between us. They have to. And I can see from my periphery Ethan turning his head from me to Sebastian and back.

  I told Sebastian that I hated him, and on some level, I do because he is my enemy. But I also know he is the one thing standing between me and the rest of them. I know they won’t touch me as long as I have his protection.

  It’s not just that, though. I’m drawn to him. I want him. I want his hands on me. I want him inside
me.

  But the scariest part is that I want his arms around me when I sleep.

  Lucinda slowly cranes her neck, and I clear my throat. The silence has become awkward.

  “A drink?” I say.

  Sebastian points to the long buffet table at the side where various drinks are laid out. I see a pitcher of martinis. I go to pour myself one, but a girl steps forward to do it for me. I watch her put three olives in a martini glass and pour the clear liquid. She hands it to me, and I sip. I feel it instantly, like the vodka is physically creeping down my shoulders.

  I remember how Amy, the youngest of us, and I would sneak vodka when we could. Drink a little of it.

  We started doing it the night my mother caught me with the boy when my father whipped me with his belt until I couldn’t move anymore.

  I still feel the shame of that night. The humiliation.

  She had my sisters watch. A family punishment, after a proper family dinner. She had me strip naked from the waist down and bend over the recently cleared dinner table while they all watched.

  At least she sent the maids out of the room.

  When my father had thought I’d had enough, she ordered him to go on until welts covered me from the backs of my knees to the whole of my buttocks. A lesson for my sister’s to learn what would happen should they try the same.

  I think the Scafoni family is sick, but we’re sick too, us Willows.

  Amy’s the only one of my sisters that I miss.

  “You should teach your little pet to address us respectfully,” Lucinda says, drawing me back into the present.

  “I’ll teach my pet to do as I like, not as you like.”

  I pick up a breadstick and turn, leaning my back against the buffet, crunching the breadstick and watching them silently, washing it down with my martini. I should take it easy. I haven’t eaten all day.

  It’s breezy tonight, and Sebastian favors me in dresses apparently because that’s about ninety percent of my wardrobe. I’m grateful the sleeves of my sweater are long, long enough I can hold them in my palms.

  I lay one arm across my belly and just watch them while helping myself to a second breadstick.

  Sebastian has turned his gaze back to Lucinda, and I guess they’re having a staring contest that she’s losing. I turn the bone ring in my hand, knowing now whose bone it is, feeling a surge of power run through me at the thought.

  It’s my secret. Just mine. I have a piece of them. My aunt took the finger of her Scafoni bastard, took the bone from it, and made it into an ornament for herself. A skull she hung around her neck like a token of her victory.

  Her notch.

  How fitting, the skull.

  God, I want to laugh. I want to laugh out loud.

  “Your aunt wasn’t all there, and definitely not by the end.”

  Hell, maybe I’m not all there either because since I’ve come to this place, I feel insane.

  Sebastian turns to me. He unceremoniously shoves out the chair beside his with his foot.

  “Sit.”

  I guess those daggers are turned on me now. I walk obediently to the table and sit.

  The girl I recognize from the few times she’s been up to my room quickly sets a place before me.

  “I’m hungry,” Sebastian says. He’s resumed his stare down of Lucinda.

  She swallows the last of her drink and rises. Ethan follows her lead, and for the first time, I see the hesitation on his face and what Sebastian said makes sense. He’s not all there. I’m curious what happened, what this accident was.

  I glance at Sebastian. He’s watching Ethan too, and I swear I see something like remorse there. But it’s gone the instant Lucinda speaks.

  “We’ll be on our way, then. Don’t want to keep you from your dinner.”

  She gives me a pointed look before she turns, and Ethan follows on her heels.

  A few minutes later, I hear the engine of the boat just as a bottle of wine is opened and dinner is served, a steak for each of the brothers with a side of potatoes and roasted vegetables, and for me, the same, but instead of a beef steak, mine is a vegetarian version.

  “Thank you,” I say to the girl.

  Sebastian and Gregory pick up their forks and cut into the meat. I start with a bite of potato. When I put the second bite into my mouth, Sebastian sits back and chews his, watching me.

  He’s in a mood.

  “I want you down for every meal from now on.”

  “I don’t eat breakfast,” I say, knowing it’s a weak excuse.

  “Well, you’ll start. Especially since we’ve taken into consideration your diet, and the cook is preparing special meals for you.”

  “Why are you taking it into consideration?”

  “Christ. Can you ever just be grateful and move on?”

  He’s right on this one. I know it. “I am grateful. Thank you. It was just a question.”

  “Nothing is just a question with you. Eat. I don’t want you too skinny.”

  “Not enough flesh to whip?”

  “Something like that.”

  We glare at each other for a full minute until I can’t anymore and do as he says. I eat. I’m starving, and the food is good.

  I study Gregory while I work my way through my plate. He and Sebastian share similarities in features and, more so, mannerisms, and I can’t help but watch them. They’re not big on talking, so we eat mostly in silence.

  “Were you both here when my Aunt Libby was the Willow Girl?”

  They both look at me, and it’s Sebastian who answers a moment later. “Yes, over the summers.”

  “What was she like?” They seem surprised by my question, and I clarify. “I was only five when she came home. I never really got to know her.”

  “She wasn’t like you,” Sebastian says.

  “What does that mean?”

  He continues like I haven’t spoken at all. “Although by the time I met her, she’d spent six months on the island, so maybe she was like you in the beginning.”

  “Was it Lucinda who beat the marks into her back or was it your father?”

  Gregory puts the last of his steak into his mouth, as if what I just asked was completely normal. All the while he’s studying me, his eyes unreadable.

  Sebastian wipes his mouth and puts his napkin on the table, finished with his meal.

  “I saw them once,” I say. “I still remember them. I thought they were tattoos. I had no idea.”

  “My father suffered after my mother’s death. I don’t know that he ever got over it. In a way, your aunt became a friend to him, and more,” Sebastian says. “Lucinda hated her for that.”

  “That doesn’t really answer my question.” I look at Gregory.

  “It was my mother who put those marks on your aunt’s back,” Gregory says.

  I guess I didn’t expect such a direct answer, especially from him because it’s still his mother we’re talking about. Maybe I don’t expect him to speak to me at all. Every time he does, it’s like he has to.

  “Our father didn’t stop her, which in my eyes, makes it as much his fault as hers,” Gregory continues.

  “Did you witness the punishments?”

  “Some,” Gregory answers.

  “You didn’t stop them either?”

  “My brother was eight and I was twelve, Helena. We couldn’t have stopped them if we wanted to,” Sebastian replies.

  “Did you want to?”

  “Christ. Leave it alone,” Sebastian says.

  “She has a right to know if she wants to know, brother,” Gregory says.

  Sebastian turns to him. “But the problem, brother, is that Helena has a habit of asking questions she doesn’t really want to know the answers to.”

  “I want to know,” I say.

  “Why?” Sebastian asks. “What purpose would it serve?”

  “I can bear witness.”

  “Again, what purpose would it serve?”

  “She has a right,” Gregory repeats.

 
; I turn to Gregory. “Do you want this? Do you want a turn with me?”

  Sebastian snorts.

  Gregory studies me for a long time before answering. “I know my duty as a Scafoni.”

  “But do you want it?”

  “That’s enough, Helena,” Sebastian says. “Go to your room.”

  “I haven’t had dessert.” I retort as a girl appears with a tray of cakes.

  Sebastian narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t say anything when the girl comes to serve us. We eat the rest of the meal in silence.

  When we’re finished, Gregory pushes his chair back and walks out toward the pool, straddles one of the lounge chairs there, and takes out a pack of cigarettes. I guess I’m surprised he smokes when he lights one up and sits back to watch the night sky.

  I feel Sebastian’s gaze on me as I wipe my mouth and set my napkin on the table and stand.

  “Sit.”

  “You were dismissing me a few minutes ago.”

  “And now I want you to sit. Or did you want to go chasing after my brother?”

  I look at him, confused for a minute, but then I sit. A smile spreads across my face. It’s not a nice smile.

  “Are you jealous?” I cock my head to the side, make a point of studying him.

  He leans in close, and it takes all I have not to lean away. “Be careful with my brother, Helena. He’s not what you think. In fact, he’s just as wicked as the rest of us.”

  He sits back in his seat, picks up the whiskey one of the girls brings him. They must know his habits by heart. He doesn’t even have to lift a finger.

  “I have no doubt. But you didn’t answer my question,” I say.

  I know I’m playing with fire. This man calculates his every move, and he’s much more adept at this game than I am.

  “All right.” He turns to the girls who are clearing. “Leave us.”

  Almost before he’s finished saying it, they scatter away like mice, disappearing into the house. My heart falls to my stomach as he rises to his feet and I anticipate his punishment, because he will punish me for this.

  “Up.”

  “Why? What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to give you what you want.”

  I glance over at the pool, to where Gregory is leaning back on the lounge chair, smoking his cigarette, blowing a circle of smoke up into the sky.

 

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