Free The Goodbye Girl (Red Market Series Book 2) by A. Giannoccaro Page B

body and let her feel it all. 
    I needed to purge myself of what I had become, the flames would destroy me. As I threw myself at their mercy I felt my skin melting and I screamed in agony before the world disappeared and I surrendered to death.
    Fucking Hugo, I was happy when I died! He saved me and delivered me to my own hell on Earth. I grit my teeth and walk away. The flames make me think about what I have done and I hate myself. I go up to the hall of beds that are the manifestation of Mateo's madness and I find one to make own. I need to sleep. But even in my sleep sounds and memories and my fucking madre’s devil voice singing to me invade my peace. Soothing lullabies drive my mind and body to the depths of an insanity I will never return from. Her voice was the cause of my disease, a virus in my soul that I couldn’t cure. Only silence brought relief and now even silence no longer soothes me. Sleep was my solace, now Svetlana dances with me there, making it a bittersweet reminder of my sick love. 
     

     
    My phone wakes me from the shallow slumber and I answer without looking at the screen and instant regret fills me. My mother's vicious voice enters my ear. The hushed tones war with my mind and my body reacts to her. It’s wrong like Svetlana was wrong but I cannot control what sound does to me. I have tried so many times to cure this curse.
    “Madre.” I return her greeting through clenched teeth.
    “Son, so glad to know you have arrived safely. Are you avoiding my calls already? I thought we talked about this.” Her words are my enemy.
    “Estoy ocupado.” I slide off the bed and start to walk out of this ludicrous room Mateo has created. My scars stretch and pull with each step adjusting to the movement.
    “Ocupado buscando a tu niño?”  Her question stops me. How could she know? Hugo, the traitor.
    “That isn’t your business, Madre.” I let my anger out by kicking the door open.
    “Kill her, before I do.” She hangs up the phone, leaving me and the raging hard on her voice has left me with. Also the dread her threat fills me with. I am almost sure in that minute that my child is already dead, my mother is that much of a bitch. She would toy with me, give me false hope. I stumble down the stairs. My scarred skin is killing me from being still for long, the pain searing me every step I take. I need to find Mateo, he needs to come to his fucking senses. If have to beat them back into his thick fucking skull so be it. 
    “Mateo!” I yell as I enter the working level of the building. “You cunt, where are you hiding?” I hate when he doesn’t answer me, the little shit. I walk into his sanctuary and scan my eyes over the beds expecting to find him fucking one or sleeping with one. He isn’t in here. Before I can leave, the waste of breath whispers in my ear. 
    “I’m right here, don’t yell. No queremos despertar a los muertos.” I punch him before he can say more; it's a sucker punch right to his already bruised jaw. He bends over to protect his pretty boy face so I kick him in the stomach. It makes my leg hurt so bad but I don’t care. I need to release what has come alive inside me and he is the one who needs a lesson. When he is doubled over and coughing on the floor, I feel no closer to normal. The buzzer sounds for new arrivals downstairs, so I go to meet them since Mateo is currently indisposed. I need to fuck something to make this go away. My cock aches from being hard with no release and the prospect of a warm body to sink it into starts to silence my madness. They aren’t clean yet. I can smell them from here, reeking of shit and filth. I try to wait, but their sniveling, sniffing and crying has set my demons free. Control is no longer an option for me.
     



Svetlana
    Shrouded with torture
    Clouded with pain
    Brought back to the day
    Where she felt whole again

 
 
    The hard meta L of the floor underneath me brings me out of my unconscious stupor. The