Flight
Zorah was seated next to Icaro on the small plane which was taking them Rome to the family property in Sicily. He explained they kept their own airstrip there and would land close to the vineyard. Since it would be evening time when they arrived there wouldn’t be much sight seeing but they would head straight to the house and to their room.
Since Avaline picked her up off the ground in the garden and took her back inside the house, Zorah hadn’t uttered another word. Another version of shock she supposed but she felt too numb to respond to anything.
“Zorah,” Sidonia leaned forward from across the aisle and called her name. “Are you okay?”
“She’s fine,” Icaro shot Sidonia an annoyed glance.
“Don’t snap at my wife because yours is falling apart,” Vodingo warned Icaro.
“My wife is not falling apart.”
“She sure looks it,” Sidonia whispered. “What did you guys do to her?”
“Nothing.” Icaro gave Sidonia another warning with his eyes and then adjusted a blanket over Zorah’s knees. “She is fine.”
“She doesn’t look fine, Icaro!” Sidonia was getting angry. “She is my sister and my only family, and she looks on the verge of a full mental breakdown and you’re acting like its business as usual. What did you do to her?”
“He shot a woman in the head for speaking truths,” Zorah finally spoke, her voice flat and emotionless. “I watched her speaking with fire and passion, her arms flailing and then she dropped like a ragdoll.” She turned her head to look at Sidonia, “do you remember the movies we used to watch where the toys came to life but when the kid came back in the room, they all dropped to the floor? It was like that but not animated.”
“You killed someone in front of her?” Sidonia gasped at Icaro. “Why?”
“She needs to get used to this life. So do you,” Vodingo gripped Sidonia by the chin. “There will be things you will see, and you will not like it, you will not agree with it, and you will not approve of it, but you will have to live with it. Get a grip and be the Lucchesi brides you are meant to be.”
Sidonia stared at her husband, her mouth opened in disbelief before slapping his hand off her chin. “You are angry at Zorah for reacting poorly to a woman being murdered in cold blood in front of her? Who the hell are you?”
“Vodingo Lucchesi,” Vodingo looked at Sidonia, “and you are my wife, and you will not question our methods again. Learn your place.”
“You did not just say that to me.” Sidonia gasped as her husband scolded her for no reason. “Why are you being a condescending prick to me when I did nothing wrong? I offer my friend comfort and concern, and you come at me? You can piss off.”
“Sidonia,” Vodingo glared at her. “You are already on my shit list for today. Leaving this morning without talking to me, sending me angry text messages, getting a massage by a man and then telling me his hands were the best you’ve ever felt and then coming back to our hotel room and telling me you were glad I was leaving you there alone to act as Icaro’s security, have all put you in trouble with me. Do not add to your list.”
“Oh, I’m going to add to my list right now, you oversized ape.” She poked his chest. “Let’s add three things to the list. One, you won’t be fucking me again anytime soon. Do you think it’s funny your buddy is walking around with rage and blue balls? Get ready to join his club. As long as Zorah doesn’t have penetration, neither will I.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she cut him off, “two, I will never, not ever, apologize for having heart, compassion, and love in my soul, especially for my sister. If she is hurting, I am going to check on her every single time and not you or you,” she pointed at Icaro, “will stop me. Do not ever think you have the right to tell me to get it together, you heartless jerk. Three and most importantly, you are treading on thin ice with me Vodingo Lucchesi. You might say you love me, but I don’t love you. I don’t even know you. I might be sad for a day or two but leaving you and starting over wouldn’t be so hard for me and if I take my best friend with me, I might not even be sad for a day.”
“You will not talk of leaving with my wife,” Icaro spoke before Vodingo could.
“You keep hurting her and I’ll move heaven and earth to take her away from you.” Sidonia hissed back. “Zorah, you tell me when you’ve had enough of this asshole, and I’ll find a way.” She held her friend’s gaze, “even if it’s through death.”
“Vodingo, control your woman,” Icaro growled at his cousin.
Zorah shot a small grateful smile at Sidonia and then turned her gaze back to the window. Funny how her first plane ride was terrifying but now this was nothing compared to what she’d been through a few hours ago.
She tried to ignore it when Vodingo spoke again to Sidonia asking him if she was for real about her little list of three things but her ears strained to hear the response.
“You would leave me?”
“What reason other than a bit of cock have you given me to stay?”
“Ouch,” Zorah whispered to herself as she stared to the pink skies out her window.
“Do you see what you’ve done?” Icaro asked her quietly.
“I’m not the one who fired a pistol into a woman’s head so no, I don’t know what I’ve done other than react like a normal human being.”
He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away and tucked it under the blanket on her knee, keeping her face averted.
“You cannot run in hysterics when things go sideways.”
“Then perhaps take me back to the USA and leave me alone. If you cannot control your bloodlust response to situations, then leave me out of those situations.”
“Zorah.”
“Leave me alone, Icaro.”
She said nothing further the rest of the short flight.
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