Mafia's tomorrow

20-Touch

Knock knock.

I calm my racing heart and wait for him to open the door.

It is late. And I kind of have made a habit to come into his room, wither late or early.

Well, after Summers, I went to interrogate a few more. 1 girl and 2 men excluding Summers. They were pretty quick in answering my questions. Apparently, the screams did their work.

To say, Enzo was pretty impressed. He hasn't seen anyone do their work so quickly.

People here take it lightly. Very much so. From what I have seen

Then my work was over. I wanted to explore more but was led away, saying I would have to come back tomorrow, and would be given a different task.

Honestly saying, my reputation and my stories were enough to give me whatever work I wanted to do, and I wasn't tested anywhere. Until now, except the Carsons. They want to test my ability, specially Jax.

I came back and went to my room and waited thinking about what Summers told. In the end, I decided that I needed Jax's help.

So, my to be murdered by me fiancé opens the door. He his standing there, not shirtless which I am glad of as I need my head in the game.

He has his tie loose on his neck and the first three buttons on his shirt are open giving me a amazing slight peek.

Honestly, to think about fiancés' do have sex.

By this a few images pop into my head and I internally gasp.

I have never kissed a guy before.

Pathetic, I know. But no one came near me except for business. I couldn't grab a guy who was already vibrating because of my terror and press my lips onto his.

Ew.

Anyway, he stands there with a cute confused look on his face. His brows slightly furrowed and his lips pink.

How the hell am I so horny today?

"Hey."

"Hey." He speaks his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

"Can I come in?" whenever I come into his room he seems to forget to invite me in.

"Yeah sure." He opens the gate wider and moves in first.

I go and sit where I sat the first time I was allowed in his room.

"I need your help." I say in a calm and gentle voice and a tinge of plea in it, which comes out without my permission.

He whips around with an eyebrow raised. But no concern.

"I really need your help." I let the shakiness in my voice take over the well calculated calm.

I think the crack in my voices makes him believe me. Afterall, no story or a rumour about me even has me being emotional.

No one has seen me cry over the years and just the presence of this has let the sentimental side of me take over.

He sits next me and says in the gentlest of voices that I have heard. "What happened?"

"My mom."

"Your mom?" his face is confused yet again. "Isn't she dead?"

To which I decline. The contours of his face change into something of an anger and betrayal.

"You lied."

"Technically, I did not. I said, 'I lost her'. Which I did. She wasn't there with me anymore, and was basically dead to the world."

"I don't care. You should have told me she was alive."

My anger takes over. He is not even trying to understand my situation.

"Would you have told me your biggest secret? Because I bet you wouldn't. This is my biggest secret and you are one of the very few souls I told this to. Someone I put my trust into."

Realisation draws to him. "I am sorry. Its just I..." he stops midsentence and motions for me to continue.

"Summers you remember, the first of my victims today." He nods. And with that I tell him what all happened the first time I made the deal with him, how he ditched me and then what and how came to know what happened with my mother.

I also tell him about the things which I have never told anyone.

Things that rip my heart out while saying out loud. But I do, cause I need to.

I tell him about the adultery, the letter and basically everything important.

I manage to control my tears but in the end when I tell him what Summers told me about her condition, a tear slips out of my eye.

Jax catches it on my cheeks. I look up at him. His tender touch gave me goosebumps.

His eyes are blazing. A cold fury within them. So intense. So determined.

"Let's get your mother." He says and gets up. He extends his hand towards me and I take it.

For the first time in a long time in my life it feels like I am not alone. Not crawling and trying to find a way out of a dark pit. Not sitting with my head bent on my knees and shaking out of the cold.

I feel as if I am given that ray of hope and a warm feeling whose power of heat I forgot. Its magical.

I don't have to say anything, not that I have energy to. But I think my silence is speaking heights. My teasing eyes are not aggravating someone.

It feels nice to drop the façade and let myself be understood.

"Be down in 15, Cara." He says and leads me out. He does not close the door and let me wander the house but drops me in my room. His hand was on my back the entire time. Giving me the strength that I needed, holding me in place. His such light touch was enough to keep me going.

And maybe that is all I need.