Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 43

ATTENTION! Small "vanilla" moment in this chapter. Enjoy!

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Grace

There it was again. That silence that takes over a room within seconds after given the chance of being offered speechless news.

We, we being Alessio and I, decided to move my brother out of the foul basement dungeon and into the living room of Alessio's house. Here, I could better concentrate on now getting new answers that I didn't want. Let alone know about the information I was about to receive.

Alessio had told his men, who were in the living room originally, to go out and not to come back until he told them to. After they left, it is now only myself, Alessio and my brother in the house. No distractions present...only me.

I'm guessing Alessio knew that I wanted to this on my own because all he did was sit down in a chair, lean back in it and spread his legs, fix the cuffs on one of the expensive suits he always wears, and then he takes out his gun setting it down on the coffee table.

"If you say one thing that she doesn't want to hear, or something that will cost her everything, I will not hesitate to pick up my gun and put a bullet in your head. Understand?" He says directly to Anthony.

Anthony, whom was stilled tied to a chair, just nods his head and says, "I already told her...no more secrets. I owe her that much after what she's gone through." He then turns to me. "Ask anything you want and I'll be truthful."

I swallow the spit that had collected in the back of my throat as I stared intensely at my brother. I never liked how formal my brother was around me when we were growing up because it always seemed like he was talking to a stranger and not his sister.

I don't move from my spot where I was standing; instead, I simply keep my eyes locked with his and ask, "Why?"

I can tell immediately that he is confused at my one word question. His head tilts to the side almost like a dog would and raises one eyebrow. "I...I don't know what you're referring to," he tells me. His brow raised in a semi-confused expression.

"Why," I say again, "did you choose to do all those things, supposedly to protect me, when you knew in the back of your mind they would only hurt me more?"

He licks his dry lips, opens his mouth to say something, but then he closes it again looking at my chest rather than my eyes. He lets out a breath of air and taps his foot fast against the wooden floor of the living room.

"Why..." I start tapping my foot with him out of anxiousness. "Why not ask for help from me? Why choose to finally listen to grandfather once in your life when he asked you?! Why?! Why abandon me when I need you the most?!"

He remained silent just staring at me, tears forming in his eyes and my own.

"I-I blame you. You did this to me! You made me like this, and I have to blame you because I'm done blaming myself over all this shit!"

I finish hurling my harsh words at my brother, and my eyes stung from the tears I wouldn't let fall. My breathing was heavy and my fists were clenched; I blame him because I don't want to be hurt anymore. I want to be the one doing the hurting. I want him to be punished in a way, but I also don't want to lose him. He is one who can help me carry out my retribution; he is still...family.

"I-" he starts, "I...I don't know what to say besides I'm sorry, Grace. I really am." A tear escapes his eye and lands on his left cheek.

Seeing my brother broken and letting his tears fall before me makes me believe he is truly ashamed of what he did. I won't hand him forgiveness him because he is far from it earning it, but I will let him be a part in my game of cat and mouse.