UNHOLY DESIRE

MATTEO

“Shouldn’t you be with your wife? I thought she was sick. You could use a company right now,” Vittorio said behind me.

“What has that got to do with you?” I turned to glare at him.

“Nothing. I was just concerned,” He said.

“Well, place your concern on someone who cares. Deirdre is taken,” I said.

Goodness, he was starting to piss me off. The urge to turn and shove my fist into his face filled me, but what would Deirdre think of me?

“Noted, Matteo. I had no intention of taking your wife away from you, but not like I would object if she decided to leave you,” He said, smirking.

Fuck what Deirdre would think about me. Tightening my right hand into first, I slammed it into his face.

“Fuck Ferrari,” Vittorio gasped, stumbling back.

“Mention my wife’s name one more time, and I won’t be sorry when my bullets are lodged in your heart.” I glowered.

“Woah, I was fucking taunting you. I had no intention of taking your wife even if she decides to leave you; call it a brotherhood, whatever,” He exclaimed.

Of course, I knew he was taunting me.

Well, I hadn’t punched him because of his statement. It was because of his closeness to Deirdre.

How do I say he should stop being around her without me looking like a possessive freak?

It wasn’t like I minded being possessive. It was because of Deirdre. She was mind and should be mine alone.

Glancing at the walkie-talkie with me, I realized I hadn’t given her any instruction on how to use it.

I was sure she would figure it out.

“Fuck, your fist is an iron,” Vittorio muttered, gripping his nose.

It looked broken, and I didn’t care.

Removing the handkerchief from my pocket, I tossed it towards him.

“Wow, such a nice soul,” Vittorio replied with sarcasm lacing his words.

I shrugged, then glanced around where we were.

We were deep in the forest. Our aim was to try to look for a spot where the signal was better for more accessible communication.

I desired to reach Giovanni. I wondered if my funeral was already getting planned as they might have assumed I was dead. Definitely, the news of the sinking ship must have gotten to them.

The journey was meant to be up to six days that we had used on this island. At most, four days, and I had planned on spending a week with Deirdre before returning.

“If you are so concerned about her, I think you should have stayed in the room with her. It will be easier for you to watch her there.” Vittorio said.

I turned to look at him, and he shrugged.

He did have a point. I was worried about Deirdre, but I couldn’t stay in the room with her. She was the main reason I had left the room.

I didn’t know the nature of her sickness, and I had tried getting a doctor, but the island definitely didn’t have one, to begin with. No one fucking had a medical background.

Although I knew it might just be the flu and the island climate affecting her altogether, I had brought up the possibility of a potential pregnancy.

Deirdre wasn’t on any birth control. She could be pregnant. Or was it too soon to think of pregnancy? I wondered.

But I couldn’t help it. I wanted a baby. Call it selfish to want Deirdre to stay longer with me. I wanted another child, and I wished to be there for it all through the pregnancy stage.

“You are so fucking crazy in love, Ferrari,” Vittorio muttered, “Did she know about it?”

“What?” I grunted.

“Did you confess your feelings to Deirdre?” he asked.

“It’s none of your business, and I have no such feelings for her,” I said.

Aside from the fact that I cared about her well-being, there was nothing that I felt for her.

She was Kendall’s mother. I couldn’t pretend like she didn’t exist or, worse, make my daughter pay for her sin by making her lose her mother to a sickness.

“Whatever you say, Ferrari. Just know it’s pretty obvious you love her,” Vittorio said.

“Can you please stop? Let’s concentrate on our being here,” I scowled.

Vittorio nodded, his face turning serious.

Glancing around, he tilted his walkie-talkie in the air. “I think we might have a signal around here, but it keeps going off.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let’s walk further,” I proposed, and Vittorio agreed.

We walked deeper into the forest and halted at a point.

Not being we desire to stop but because of the shell-like building and several huts in front of me.

“There’s a village?” Vittorio exclaimed. “Fuck there’s a village!”

What was before me looked at least like a village. Children were running around with laughter ringing in the air, donkeys carrying some goods on their backs, and I saw two horse riders from my vantage point trying to race each other.

They looked healthy, and it felt like it was their natural habitat rather than they had been forced to be here.

Perhaps it was the place they originated from.

“How about we go talk to them? They could be of help to us,” Vittorio said. “Or we could stay and watch, then return and be miserable.”

“And what if they are cannibals?” I asked even though they didn’t look like one.

But no one would tattoo the word cannibal on their forehead.

“When do you start becoming afraid of Cannibals, Ferrari? If you wish, we could return,” Vittorio said.

I wasn’t scared, but I doubted the bullets I had in my gun would be enough to kill them.

“Let’s give it a trial. Who knows, we might find a doctor for your wife,” He said, and I nodded.

“Great,” Vittorio grinned as he led the way.

I never thought we would come across a village, much less agree to go there to seek help even though they could pose a threat to us.

But it was all for Deirdre. And I needed to get off the Island as soon as I could to go back to my normal life.