Susan Mallery - Seductive One

“I was a fool,” she said. “I’m sorry. He made it so easy and I wanted it so much, I refused to consider that he was being anything but kind and generous.”

She felt both helpless and stupid, and she had no one to blame but herself. “I went to Nic for a million-dollar loan and he gave it to me. It’s a callable note.”

She braced herself for the explosion, but her grandfather only sighed heavily. “A lot of money,” he said calmly. “A smart move on Nic’s part. If I balk, he calls in the note. Even if I make good on the money, he can ruin your reputation. So he plays on my feelings for my granddaughter. He thought of everything.”

Brenna doubted he’d planned on her falling for him again, but no doubt he’d simply considered that a lucky bonus. Being heartbroken was one thing, but a heartbroken idiot was unbearable.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Mia stepped close and squeezed her shoulder. “I thought the past was twisted, but this is even worse.”

Their grandfather turned his attention to her. “What do you know of the past?”

“A lot more than I did a couple of days ago.” Mia leaned toward the desk and slapped the top of the book she’d dropped. “Sophia Giovanni’s diary. It starts before she married Salvatore and finishes up shortly after the death of her stillborn child. She writes about everything, including why Salvatore poisoned the Marcelli vines.”

Her grandfather put his hand on top of Mia’s on the diary. The color drained from his face and his fingers trembled.

“It is all here? The truth?”

Mia nodded.

“So many lives changed,” he said quietly. “So much bad blood. More wrongs on top of pain.”

“You knew the truth?” Brenna asked. “You knew all this time and never said anything?”

“I put it together over the years. A word here, a whisper there. I was a boy when it all happened.”

Brenna thought of all the times she and her sisters had decided their grandfather was crazy for worrying about an old family tale. “If we’d known what really happened…”

He shook his head. “What would it have changed? The young and the old have fought since the beginning of time. It is the way of things.”

Maybe, Brenna thought. She felt cold and broken, as if she’d fallen from a great height. Her heart had shriveled into hard, brittle pieces. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. She wanted to hit something…or someone.

Footsteps clicked in the hallway. “Where are you?” Grandma Tessa called as she approached. “Dinner’s ready. What? Mary-Margaret and I prepare the food and no one eats?”

She walked into the library. “Lorenzo, you come and eat. Mia, Brenna.” She hesitated. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Her husband spoke to her in Italian. Mia probably understood, but while Brenna didn’t know what he was saying, she could guess at the content. Even before he’d finished, Grandma Tessa reached for her rosary and began fingering the beads.

All Brenna could think about was escape. Too many feelings swirled inside of her. She couldn’t name them all, but she sensed they were about to spiral out of control.

She stood. Grandma Tessa was at her side and hugged her close. “Sweet, sweet girl. You come. We put you to bed, and in the morning you’ll see. Things, they aren’t so bad. Maybe some pasta, eh? To fill your tummy.”

Brenna hugged her close. “No pasta. I don’t want to eat.”

What she wanted instead was revenge. Damn Nic for what he’d done to her. And damn his whole family. How dare he play with her? Use her? They’d had sex…she’d given him her heart.

“I hate him,” she whispered.

“Who?” her grandmother asked. “Brenna, hate is a sin.”

“Be quiet, Tessa,” Lorenzo said. “Let the girl be.”

One small part of Brenna’s brain acknowledged her grandfather’s support, but she couldn’t deal with that right now. Rage swept through her until she thought she might explode.

The need to move filled her. She headed for the hallway, but before she’d reached it, she heard a familiar sound outside. The sound of a motorcycle.

The anger in her grew to a life force.

“I’ll kill him,” she said.

“All that Italian blood coursing through your veins,” Mia said, taking her arm. “I’m in favor of you telling him exactly what you think, but not right now. You’re too raw.”

“I’m not raw. I’m empowered. I could rip him apart with my bare hands.”

“There’s a visual.”

Mia tugged on her arm, and Brenna let herself be led to the back of the house. “Come on, Sis. You need a drink.”

“I need to destroy him.”

“Later. Let Grandma Tessa handle him.”

Brenna started to protest, but an odd thing happened when she sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. She couldn’t get up. In a matter of seconds her entire body shook as if she were having a seizure. Then she was crying. Great gulping sobs that nearly split her in two.

“Oh, Mia,” she gasped.

Her sister sank down next to her and pulled her close.

“It hurts,” Brenna sobbed. “Oh, God, it hurts so much.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I loved him.”

Mia squeezed her tight.

Brenna was grateful that her sister didn’t offer any pat phrases of comfort. The truth was, there weren’t any words left that would heal this wound. She’d trusted Nic with her dreams and her heart, and he’d never been interested in either. Instead he’d wanted to destroy her and her family.

How could she have been so wrong about him? How could she have been such a fool?

Sometime close to midnight Brenna told herself she couldn’t cry forever. Eventually she would run out of tears, although that didn’t seem close to happening anytime soon. She felt drained and puffy and more than a little sorry for herself. Every twenty minutes or so, a fresh wave of anger gave her energy, but then the sadness drowned it out, and she was left feeling broken again.

In the past few hours she’d tried to figure out which was worse-her stupidity or Nic’s betrayal. So far it was a toss-up. How could she have been so blind? Hadn’t she learned anything by being married to Jeff and having him leave her? And how could Nic have turned out to be such incredible slime? Worse, he was slime that was damn good in bed.

Her life had just hit bottom. Not only was she a moron, but she was a moron with a million-dollar debt.

Mia stuck her head in. “I know you don’t feel like it, but the Grands are fussing, so I said I’d bring you up a tray.”

Brenna nodded. “That’s fine. Just put it on the dresser.” She sniffed, then pushed herself into a sitting position on the bed. “What are they doing up?”

“Worrying about you.” Mia set the tray on the dresser, then approached the bed. “We’re all worried.”

Brenna pulled a tissue from the box and wiped her face. “That’s sweet, but not necessary. I’ve already figured out I’m not going to die because of this. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, but that won’t last very long. Eventually I’ll snap out of it. Maybe I’ll lose ten pounds in the process.”

Mia settled on the edge of the mattress. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to call Joe and have him bomb Nic’s house?”

“Maybe.” Brenna blew her nose. “No, that would be a bad idea. I wouldn’t want Max hurt. I’ll have to figure out my own form of revenge. If I had a chance with Four Sisters, I would go the success route. Man, I would love to rub his nose in it by winning awards and becoming the darling of the wine community.”

“That could still happen,” Mia said.

“Not likely. I have a feeling an attorney is going to come calling in the morning. Nic’s going to want his money back.” And she had no way to repay him.