Scars and Silk 1 (The Calvetti Crime Family)

by Rose Harper

  However, with no stimulation to keep me company, I felt myself fall further and further down the rabbit hole. Darkness became my only friend, and reasoning was a thing of the past.

  By day nine, my father came to the door and let loose a flurry of derogatory words toward me, hoping to break me. To his dismay, I held iron clad.

  By day fifteen, my mind was frayed so badly, I didn’t know up from down. Things began aggressively crashing against the barrier of my mind. So tough, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop them from penetrating it, rendering me useless.

  From that moment on, I didn’t care what happened to me. I didn’t care if my parents never came back. I was broken, useless. They’d toss me out with yesterday’s garbage if they ever found out I allowed myself to get to this level.

  Everything was fucked up beyond repair.

  Of course, I was angry they put me in here. Who wouldn’t be? But I no longer had the urge to make them pay for it. I no longer had the urge to move from this very spot. Hope, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, was the only thing keeping me levelheaded in all this. And I feel even that slowly slipping through my pruned fingers.

  The only reason I know the turn of each day is because he would open a trap in the door to my left and slip in their scraps from lunch, letting them fall haphazardly onto the muddy floor. Every time that happened, I would take a pebble from the pile and place it in the pocket of my soaked running shorts. Then, and only then, would I crawl over to the pile of food, deciding which scraps I could eat. I had to pick and choose which morsel to eat, because many times before, my father would poison it.

  He did that once before; poisoning a piece of bread, and I spent several days lying in agony. The pain that coursed through my body is still fresh in my mind, making me hesitant to take anything he deemed to give me.

  Even though I don’t want to take anything from him, I know I need the nourishment. Being left unable to defend myself is not something I want to happen while being here—even if I take the chance of writhing in pain until he comes to collect me.

  He says all this is for my own good. That I should be proud he treats me as he does, instead of an animal that deserves a collar that forces them to jump at command.

  “I mean nothing; I am nothing. I mean nothing; I am nothing. I mean nothing; I am nothing. I mean nothing; I am nothing.”

  I mumble it over and over, never once stopping. Saying it enough until I believe it myself. It doesn’t take much, because I’m already fucked beyond all compare. My mind, it’s useless, empty. Everything I’m meant to be—forgotten.

  I mean nothing; I am nothing.

  The sound of metal scraping against metal causes my heavy eyes to lift, hoping he’s seen the error of his ways. It’s the last shred of myself I’m holding onto. The last scrap of my sanity I don’t want to lose—but I feel it leaving my body as he stares at me with so much vehemence I can barely breathe.

  “Why aren’t you reciting?!” my father booms, livid.

  His reaction causes more of that shit to penetrate my wall. The hope I was holding onto vanishes like the snap of rope. There is no hope. There is nothing. I’m losing it all, and it’s because of him.

  I was warned this would happen, but I shook it off. Now, his words come back to haunt me, mocking me over a time I should have listened to him.

  “I mean nothing; I am nothing,” I cry out, tunneling my hands in my hair roughly. “I mean nothing; I am nothing! I mean nothing; I am nothing! I mean nothing; I am nothing! I mean nothing; I am nothing!”

  Gritting my teeth so hard pieces chip off, falling against my tongue, only seems to cause more hysteria to bloom. He taught me to be just as I am, yet he’s breaking me to the point I don’t even know who I am anymore. How can he train me, then idly sit back, and watch as all his hard work goes down the drain?

  “Quit hurting yourself! Stop causing yourself pain!” he bellows. “That’s not what you do!”

  Feeling the last shred of humanity leave me, my hands start clawing at my tangled hair, ripping strands painfully from my scalp. “I mean nothing; I am nothing.” I rip more, sighing as blood from my scalp oozes down my face. Pain. It’s something I know and love. Something he can never take away from me.

  “I mean nothing; I am nothing!” I scream as I start knocking my head against the mud wall. More pain assaults me, but it’s nothing but pleasure I feel

  “Jillian!” I vaguely hear my father yell as I feel strong arms wrap around me. They try to hold me hostage as I continue to thrash around, hoping for the blessed pain that comes with it. I need it; yearn for it. Pain is all I know. For myself, I need it like I need air.

  “Jillian, get your ass in here!”

  The door scrapes against the hinges once more, and I desperately wanted to become one with it. It sounds painful, beautiful. It’s music to my ears.

  “What the fuck happened to her?!” my mother screams, cupping my face.

  Staring blankly back at her, I continue mumbling, “I mean nothing; I am nothing.”

  It took nineteen days for them to break me. It will take forever to repair me.

  MATEO

  Waiting is not in my repertoire. It’s taking everything in me to stop from going to collect her early. I’ve never been a patient man, and everyone who knows me knows this. They know with every second that passes and I don’t get the results I’m after, I get more strung out— a step closer to the edge of crazy, ready to fall face first into the fray.

  “It’s nearly been three weeks, Father,” I say, barely controlling my anger.

  Sighing, he runs his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Give them time, Mateo. We all know training takes time.”

  Yes, I know it takes time. But, shitfire, I shouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place. It’s tough running this family, knowing what I have to do. But it’s another thing being tied to someone that could potentially put this family in jeopardy. I refuse to allow anything to happen. We didn’t become the most lethal family in all of Brooklyn by letting anyone get the drop on us. We stood up, took charge, and everyone has been following our footsteps ever since.

  “They were supposed to be training her this whole time! Yet she never, never, got an ounce before I saw her.”

  “What do you expect me to do?” he asks. “It’s not like I can cut them off. You still have time before you’re due to marry this woman. That’s plenty of time for them to make up for their mistake.”

  A mistake that should’ve never happened in the first place, but I know better than to voice my opinion to him again. They know what kind of family we are; they know the things we do to those who screw us over. My father should be more furious about this, instead of taking the backseat on it all. This is the fucking deal he set up. A fucking deal that’s steadily going down the drain, and he needs to rectify the problem. Immediately.

  Breaking eye contact, I glance past him, seeing the array of pictures lining the walls of his office. Various pictures of him with my mother, then others with him and his five boys: me, Lucio, Gavino, Vinny, and Giovanni. My eyes run over the pictures, seeing our smiles on full display as we stand proudly at our father’s side. I can remember always trying to get beside him, but somehow being passed over for Lucio. It made me wonder if Lucio was his favorite, being that he went and did everything with him. But in recent years, I’ve summed it up as a fluke.

  Back then he was the fiercest man I knew. He took no shit and slit the throats of those who tried. Our mother and he were pushed together during a feud with a rivaling family—much, but not quite, the same way he’s pushing Carina on me. It’s the sole reason I’m not putting up more of a fight than I am. Turns out, my mother and father were perfect for each other. Both bloodthirsty, cutthroat—she was the perfect queen to her king. She ran this ship like she did anything else: ride or fucking die.

  Sometimes, I find myself missing her to the point of sickness. I miss the softness where my father is hard. The times she spent i
n the kitchen or at my father’s side. She was tough as nails, until someone took it all away from us. When that happened, I grew up fast. Faster than I should have, or any kid my age should be required to. Our Nonna could only do so much before she broke her back trying to raise us. So, instead of easing my way into this life, I was thrown in with both feet, sink or fucking swim.

  I took over everything. Cooking, taking care of my brothers, fielding calls, and anything else my father needed me to. Everyone in this family relied on me during most of my formative years, and it was only right when I got to the age to take over the family business that it fit me just right. It’s the only reason I’m questioning my father now. He’s never known to be lenient on anyone, yet he’s showing it in spades toward the Riccis.

  Bringing my eyes back to him, I see weariness rolling from him in waves. “Why are you getting soft on this? You know this woman can make or break how people view this family. We need them to know we can’t be messed with, and that means I need a cold-hearted bitch at my side.”

  “I am most certainly not getting soft. You will do well to watch that tone with me. They have two years to get her ready, and I am sure she will be the frigid, cutthroat bitch we need to run this family alongside you,” he says, shooting a secretive smile my way.

  “Tell me again why I can’t just marry one of the whores that meander through my home,” I express, cracking my neck when the tension becomes too much. “They wouldn’t need half the amount of training she will, and they’re already here.”

  Snapping his eyes toward mine, he stares me down. “Not this again, Mateo.”

  “Just fucking humor me for once. Why?””

  Someone please do, because I’m a lost motherfucker right now. My father expects me to believe this is a matter of life or death, but I don’t see the importance of it.

  “Fine. Here it is. We need the connections. Reap is part of the family, and we need utmost loyalty for what I—what we have planned. Marrying Carina solidifies this alliance. Once we have it, this family will be unstoppable.”

  “What stops him from turning his back on his family?”

  I’m more of a person of action than I’ve ever been with a mere promise. You have to prove to me you belong before I ever let you join rank. Father knows that. Hell, anyone who ever deals with me knows I can’t stand a shady motherfucker. I’ll mow them down if I even have an inkling they’re screwing over my family. The only reason I haven’t wasted those fucking Riccis is because they have something I want—what this family needs.

  “That won’t happen.”

  “How do you know that for sure?” I inquire, cocking a brow.

  “I just do.”

  “What aren’t you telling me?” I ask, knowing the old man has something up his sleeve. There’re only two looks Anjelo Calvetti has—sneaky and sneakier. One of which I know very well. This time, he’s keeping everything under lock and key. His silence makes me froth at the mouth for more. He knows how secrets turn me upside down.

  A commotion at the door ceases our conversation. Tilting my head in the direction, the doors to my father’s office slam open with gusto, Lucio and Gavino racing through with horror etching their expression. A feeling I’ve never had before turns my stomach as I take in their stance.

  My father and I shoot up from our seats, demanding at the same time, “What is it?” I know I’m not going to like what they have to say, but I’m not about to tuck tail and run. Running is for wimps, and I’m most certainly not that. I take everything head on; balls to the wall. This is no different.

  “We have a problem.”

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