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Authors: Courtney Cole

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“But if you’ve always taken care of them, why would Adrian turn on you?” I ask, still confused.  “But more importantly, the curse didn’t begin with Luca.  Luca told me that it has gone on for generations.”

“Yes,” Damien said.  “It began with Lucien.”

Christoph looks at Damien and I.  “Did it begin before or after we bought out the Leopoldos?”

Damien is quiet.  “I believe it was after, if the stories are correct.  When Lucien was younger, it never happened to him.  That’s why it was such a mystery.  The doctors could not figure it out.”

We all suck in our breath. 

Can it be a coincidence?  Or has this been an elaborate, horrible act of revenge that has spanned generations?

“If that’s the reason, the Leopoldos have some issues of their own,” I point out unnecessarily.  “Perhaps bi-polarism runs in their family or schizophrenia.  Either way, this is almost too elaborate to be real.”

Damien looks at me. 

“This isn’t America, Dr. Talbot.  Here in Malta, our pride is very valuable.  It’s completely plausible that Enzo Leopoldo was so humiliated by the whole affair that he plotted out ways to lash out at us because he blamed us for his shame.  I can see it happening, actually.  There have been a few times over the years, when I’ve heard Adrian and even his father, slip and say something derogatory about our family.  And as you’ve said, we’ve never done anything but take care of them.  Enzo Leopoldo’s gambling problem was his own.  Did Lucien take advantage of the situation by buying them out?  Perhaps, but if he hadn’t, someone outside of the family would have and that was not an option for us.”

“Adrian has always seemed so happy to me,” I say absently.  “I certainly misjudged him.”  And that doesn’t say a lot for my thesis project which I’ve already sent to America…but that is not important right now. 

“How long will it take for your boats to find them?” I ask Damien.  He shakes his head. 

“I don’t know.  We don’t really even know where they were going.  But we know how long they’ve been gone, so we’re sending boats into every conceivable direction.”

“Do you mind if I stay?” I ask.  “I’m never going to sleep until he’s found and safe, anyway.”

“Of course,” Damien answers cordially.  He hands me another Scotch.  “I assumed that you would.  It will be nice to have you here when Luca returns anyway.  It will be helpful to have a professional explain what we think has happened.”

That’s a good thought.  After a lifetime of believing he is a monster, it is hard to say how Luca will process the revelation that he isn’t.  That none of the Minaldis have ever been… that his best friend in the world has betrayed him his entire life. 

It’s an inconceivable thought and it would be difficult for anyone to handle. 

I settle into a leather chair and cover up with a blanket that Christoph brings me.  The only thing we can do now is wait.  I take another sip of Scotch, allowing it to burn my throat on the way down.  Grendel pads quietly into the room and sits at my side.  I’m surprised, but it seems fitting.  Luca’s dog is waiting for him, too. 

 

 

Chapter Thirty-Five

 

 

 

 

Luca

The sea is a lonely place.  I had forgotten how much so and we’ve only been sailing for three hours.  My melancholy is already laughable.

“I don’t know how you talked me into this,” Adrian calls from where he is sprawled on the starboard side.  “Being out here indefinitely without any female company whatsoever?  It’s inhumane, Luca.  I deserve a raise.”  He laughs and props his feet on cushioned seat.  “But it
is
beautiful out here.  That’s a plus.”

“You’re a good friend, Adrian,” I tell him.  “You do deserve a raise.  Think of how many women you can charm when you have more money to spend.”  I smile even though my heart isn’t in it.  My heart is with a beautiful red-headed doctor.  I push the thoughts away.

“True,” he answers good-naturedly.  “And we’ve got a nice supply of Scotch, and that’s what is really important, no?”

I nod. “If only we had a cell signal, it would be perfect,” I tell him. 

Adrian agrees.  “The satellite phone should be up and running soon.  I spoke with the company right before we set sail.  They assured me that they were working on the problem.”

“It makes me slightly uncomfortable being out here without a phone,” I admit to him.  “I know we have a radio and I realize that sailors have sailed for hundreds of years without cell phones, but still.”

Adrian laughs. “Pansy.”

“If by pansy, you mean that I’m accustomed to the comforts that the twenty-first century has to offer, then yes.  I guess I am,” I banter back.  Idle conversation with him is helpful for me.  It keeps my mind off of
her.
  Off of my heart, which vacillates between being numb and broken.

Jesus.  My own thoughts are making me sick.  Maybe I
am
a pansy.

And I have a fucking headache. 

“I’m going below for more Scotch,” I tell him.  “Do you need anything?”

“Not unless you find a gorgeous blonde down there,” he answers back lazily, his eyes already closing.  “If you do, send her my way.”

I shake my head as I walk down the steps that lead to the living quarters below.  This sailboat is large, and it houses two small bedrooms, a galley area and a bathroom below.  I poke through the bathroom cabinet to find aspirin and come up empty-handed.  I don’t have any in my bags either. 

Son of a bitch.
  My head is throbbing.  I blame it on the emotional toll of the day, which would have given anyone a headache. 

I duck into Adrian’s room. He’s always prepared.  I know he will have painkillers in here. He’s very accustomed to hangovers. 

His room is neat, almost Spartan.  He has already put away his things and I quickly rifle through his toiletries, hunting for what I need.

What I find, though, is not aspirin. 

My fingers stumble upon a leather bag.  It looks like a toiletry bag, so I open it.  And inside, I find several clear bottles.  One contains a black thick liquid and is capped with a dropper.  The other two contain clear liquid.  They also are topped with droppers. 

Interesting.

But not surprising.  I’ve long suspected Adrian of using recreational drugs.  It’s just something that goes along with his carefree and adventurous personality.  But to bring them on the boat when it might incriminate me in case of a border check is annoying and I’ll have to speak to him about it. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” Adrian snaps.

I look up, his bag still in my hands. 

His face is hard and rigid and I am surprised by the tone of his voice. 

“I’m hunting for aspirin,” I snap back.  “But this is my boat, so technically,
all
of the rooms are mine.  What’s with the attitude?  Afraid I’ll find your little stash here?  What are you thinking?  I don’t want the kind of bad press that would come from a drug sting.”

I toss the bag back onto his bed.  “You need to get rid of it.  In fact, I’ll get rid of it.”

I snatch it up again, then push past Adrian to go up on deck. He clenches his jaw so tightly that I can practically hear his teeth grind as I pass. 

I am halfway up the stairs before there is a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything goes black.

 

* * *

 

“Why did you have to snoop?”

I hear Adrian’s voice, but it is as though it is through a fog. 

Did I black out again?  I think harder, trying to focus. 

I did.  But it wasn’t from my curse.  I was hit in the head.  And there was only one other person on this boat. 

I open my eyes and the light in the room is blinding.  Unnaturally blinding. 

I’ve got a concussion.  That much is clear.  My wrists are bound to the back of a chair.  I wiggle them, but the knots are tight.

“What happened?” I ask, even though I already know.  For some confusing reason, Adrian hit me and bound me while I was unconscious.  The problem is, I don’t know why.  Has he sold me out to someone?   Has he kidnapped me for ransom?  Nothing makes sense.

“You were being rude,” Adrian snaps.  “You were going through someone else’s things.  We were taught better than that, Luca.”

“Adrian, I don’t understand what is happening,” I tell him.  And I don’t.  He laughs, finding my confusion funny.

“I’m a fuck up, that’s what,” he says, his face growing serious.  “I’m the first one in my family to fuck this up.  My father would be so fucking proud.”  He’s sarcastic now and I still don’t know what he is saying.

“You fucked what up?”

I struggle to keep my eyes open, but the light is so bright that it hurts.

“This, you fucking idiot.” Adrian shoves my shoulder hard, hard enough that the chair I’m sitting in flips over on its side.  Since I am bound, I can’t right it.  I struggle with it for a moment, then lie still.  Adrian laughs.

“Look at you now,” he sneers.  “The great Luca Minaldi tied on the floor like a trussed up hog for slaughter. 
Your
father would be so proud.”

I am silent now, my confusion growing by the second, but I know that Adrian isn’t going to enlighten me.  I’ll simply have to wait.  My silence annoys him and he tries to bait me, but I ignore it.  He kicks my chair in agitation.

“You’ve always thought you were better than me,” he snaps.  “And you never were.  It was all in your head.   And the funny thing is, Mr. So Fucking Holier Than Thou, is that everything else in your head, I put there.
I put there. 
So where’s your fucking arrogance now?”

My eyes open.

“What do you mean you put things in my head?”

Adrian eyes me.  “Exactly what I said.  I put everything in your head that is there right now.  You’ve been tormented for years… by thoughts that I’ve planted there. By things that I’ve told you that you’ve done.  By things that I’ve made it appear that you’ve done.  But it was always me, Luca. 
Always. Me
.”

He sees the confusion on my face and laughs. 

“You always thought you were so smart,” he snickers.  “You thought you had to tutor poor dumb Adrian so that he didn’t fail Algebra.  Yet poor dumb Adrian was making you think you were a monster, that you were trying to kill innocent things, that you were
cursed
… and you never were.  You never were, Luca!  Who’s dumb now?”

His words stun me but his maniacal laughter shocks me even more.  Adrian has lost it.

“That can’t be true,” I argue.  “My entire family is cursed.  My father, my grandfather…”

Adrian looks at me patronizingly.  “And who has always worked for your family? 
My
father? 
My
grandfather?” He laughs again.  “I have poisoned you and lied to you, Luca.  Just as my father and grandfather before me. And theirs before them.  It was the poison that made you violent. It was the poison that took your memory.  It was
me
who fed you lies.  Poor, dumb Luca.”

Shock slams into my chest and fury turns my vision red. 

“You did this to me?  YOU??”  I roar like an animal but it only causes Adrian to laugh harder. 

“Yes, me,” he laughs. “Always me.  And your mother… your poor demented mother?  That was me, as well.  The tea that she just had to have shipped in from Italy like the spoiled bitch that she was?  I drugged it. Your mother would have been right as rain if it weren’t for me.  And the funny thing is that she thought it was you.  She told me once, in a lucid moment, that she thought
you
were poisoning her.  But it was me all along.”

“Why?” I rasp, still unable to wrap my head around it.  “Why would you do this to me…to my family?”

He looks at me like I’m a fool. 

“Because we hate you,” he says simply.  “We fucking hate you.  You ruined us so long ago and your family has used us as servants ever since.  Why the fuck wouldn’t we hate you, Luca?  We’re not fucking servants.  We’re
men.
 And I’m so much more of a man than you are,

he snaps.  “Do you think you had the balls to kill those girls? Do you really think that?  You’re too much of a pussy.  You had all the balls in the world to fuck them,
to rape them
, but you left it like that… you left them alive.  They would have gone straight to the police and reported you and then everything would be over.  You would have been put in prison, away from my reach.  Life in prison would have made your life easier and I couldn’t have that.”

He all but spits the words as he spins on his heel. 

“So, I did what you couldn’t because you’re too weak.  And now that you know, I’m sorry, but your battle has come to an end.  Your family will be told that you couldn’t bear to live with your curse any longer.  They’ll believe that, you know.  You’re such a pathetic excuse for a human being.  So fucking weak.   The public will be told that you drowned.  All will be well.”

“Except for me,” I answer bitterly. “And for those girls.  You killed them.  It was you…all along.”

He smiles down at me. 

“It wasn’t only me.  You were there, Luca.  I may have killed them, but you raped them.  And then, of course, I raped them, too.  It would have been wasteful not to, don’t you think?”

I feel nauseous at his words.  “I can’t believe this,” I mutter.  “I raped them because
you drugged me
.  I trusted you.  You were supposed to be my closest friend.”

Adrian smiles sardonically in a way that I’ve never seen him smile before.  It is in this moment that I realize that I never really knew him at all. He’s insane.

“Oh, you can trust me when I say this:  I will put you out of your misery,
friend
.”

Adrian starts to walk up the steps when I hear something loud. 

Chopper blades.

Adrian freezes.

Lights are flashing all around us and then I hear a loud-speaker.

“Luca Minaldi, if you are on board, come out where we can see you.”

I’ve never been more relieved in my life. 

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