Burning secrets

Chapter 5 Kat POV

I escaped to the restroom. It was a bad idea to come here, he’s going to see right through me. My hands are clutching to the sink, trying to steady the tremors running through my spine. My heart is pounding in my ears. I’m not sure how much of it caused by the fear and how much of it has something to do with him paying so much attention to me.

I splash water in my face, my vision a little blurry. I might be a little drunk, but I have to push through the fogginess caused by the alcohol in my system.

Like I said, bad drinker.

I splash water in my face again and straighten up. I open the door and stumble on my way out against a woman.

“I’m sorry.” I said rubbing my eyes.

“Nessun problema. Stai bene?” I opened my eyes. I knew the language; I grew up with it. But it was weird for people on this area to speak Italian so naturally outside of my family and Enzo.

“I’m sorry, you don’t speak Italian. Are you okay?”

“I definitely speak Italian. You are?” something about her made me mad. As if my body recognized her and knew I should hate her before my brain had time to catch up.

“I’m Gianna. I’m Enzo’s girlfriend.” I went pale. I wanted to believe it was a lie; except she didn’t have any reason to. That explains the language, he must’ve taught her to speak Italian. She walked around like she owned the place. Cause she did. How stupid of me, to think he would wait for me. Of course he wouldn’t, why would he? I left, no explanation, I just disappeared into thin air in the middle of the night.

She was beautiful, tall, slender, porcelain skin, black hair, big eyes and full lips, the type of woman you expect to see as the girlfriend of the president of the MC club. My heart was pounding hard, painful, every pump a thousand spines grasping against my ribs, even breathing became an impossible task.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” I started running again, looking for Tony. I had to get out of this place, go back to run, the only constant in my life for the las 5 years.

Finally, I found Tony, nose deep on the computer in front of him. I ran to him and hugged him.

“Kat, what’s going on?” he said hugging me back. I didn’t answer, I just sobbed against him. It was too much, for one day, too much for one lifetime.

“Katarina. Talk to me.”

“Father, he threw me out. Again.” I couldn’t tell him the rest of the story. I couldn’t tell him that what happened with Enzo hurts more than my father throwing me out; more than fear of HIM chasing after me.

“Why?”

“I hit her.” I needed no further explanation; he knew who SHE was. Nora.

He knew how she clenched to my father ever since her son gable away their entire money and then some more.

He knew how she would say and do about anything to get things her way. And mostly, he knew how she had my father wrapped around her fat finger.

“Kat…” he hugged me again. He knew there wasn’t much he could say to make it better “Why did you?”

“She called me stray dog.” I said, cleaning my face with the back of my hand. He laughed.

“So, you hit her because she mistook a cat for a dog?” he joked “I would be pretty mad too.”

“She deserves it. I just can’t believe that after all this time you still get affected by your background. You know you are every bit a part of this family as me, you know that right?”

“Yes, I know, but it is a sensible topic, specially when father keeps avoiding the topic like the plague.” He shook his head but didn’t push further.

“And what are the conditions for your return?” he asked after a moment.

“For me to apologize to her.” He laughed.

“Ok, then we need to find you a place to sleep.” He said with a grin.

“Yes, we do. Because apparently, I’m an orphan again.”

“Father is not going to disown you for her. This arrangement is going to be temporary while I calm the spirits at home. I think I have the perfect place for you to stay.”

He signals me to get up and he does the same. Shuts the computer off and grabs the motorcycle key.

Luckly, we didn’t need to go back to the front bar. Tony had his motorcycle parked on the back of the club.

He climbed and helped me to climb on the back, giving me the spare helmet. I loved motorcycles. I dreamed to have my own. I actually loved this, the wind in your face, the speed, the raw emotion of feeling so vulnerable, your skin being the only armor against the road.

About 15 minutes passed and finally, Tony started to slow down. the houses here where bigger than what I expected. We were on the fancy suburbs at the outskirts of the town. At last, Tony pulled over in the driveway of a huge house, two stories tall, white, with that modern edge that scream money.

“Wow” I had no words to describe. “it’s beautiful, really. But what are we doing here?”

“This is where you would be staying.”

“What? Who’s house is it?”

“Technically, is Enzo’s, however he doesn’t live here, he prefers his apartment in town.” He shrugged.

“Wow.” The decoration was minimal. Signal that nobody actually lived here. The walls were tall and in neutral tones. The windows were immense. A clean canvas to do as you please.

“Well, it looks like you’re settled. I have to go clean up the mess you left at home” Tony laughed.

“I have no regrets there. Maybe only causing distress to father.”

“That’s my sister. Never apologize for defending yourself.” He kissed my forehead and walked out. I stayed outside until his figure got lost on the horizon.