Mafia's Silence

19: No More Interrogation

 Somewhere in a parallel way, I believe I must have had a life that was not like this. I thought.

Sitting in the middle of a huge hall, on a really comfortable sofa, all I was able to do was think. That was the only liberty I had; permission to think. Holding a book that I fetched from my cage's library, I tried my best to indulge on the printed ink on the beige papers. But the words...I could not read. I did not want to. It felt useless. It felt like I was being cruel to myself by trying to adjust. I was in a conflict; a part of me was being thankful that I was not in a position where typically people would be after being kidnapped, the other part of me was livid, snarling at myself for seeing my life being wasted and not doing anything. But things in captivity confused me. Unanswered questions enticed me; I realized there was more to that kidnapping that met the eye. But I knew, from Romeo I was only going to get silence.

The days were passing by, but still I felt that nothing was changing, I did not understand the story and purpose. I closed the book, placed it on the side table. Looking around, I noticed men roaming and getting upstairs, walking downstairs and so on, as if it did not matter that there was a captive sitting there in the middle of hall. My existence in that mansion was so normalized that they did not even bother to question me like they used to. Visits from Dean were scarce, surprisingly though. A few days ago my encounter with the life thrashing files and life threatening Romeo was the only recent drama I could recall. So, life was being life; Gloomy, exasperating and wasted.

A harsh tone snapped me out of my thoughts; I looked at the direction of the voice and noticed the mighty beast descending downstairs in hurry. His dark blonde brown hair was slicked back messy and wet, he was yelling at the Luke who was running after him with loads of files in his hand. "One job and you messed it up!" he snarled at him. As he was done yelling at him, his gaze fell on me. It pierced me, how could a man look that destructive, I wondered. The intense attention of his brown eyes was on me, but his words were directed at the men surrounded around him. I felt like my breath was hitched in my throat as I could not focus enough to comprehend what he was saying to his men. It seemed all of my thoughts were halted with that captivating look; he caged me just with that demonizing and blaming look. I was infuriated to say the least.

He swiveled around to say something to Dean, more like he whispered. It had been so long since I had seen Dean, without saying anything to me, he took his steps towards the main door, though he did cocked his head in my direction to pass a weak smile. He seemed different and unusual.

I stiffened on my spot as I heard the footsteps, which were coming closer and closer. I picked up the book and opened it to distract myself, before I could read the first word from the bookmarked page; a harsh grip snatched the book away and threw it on the front table. I sucked in a nervous breath and looked up, not surprisingly I met a familiar pair of stern and cruel brown eyes. I stared at him confusingly. "What?" I asked. No, I did not yell.

"I am angry!" he snapped at me.

"Okay..." I snickered. He fixed me with his look. "I mean, I can see that!" I said. We stared at each other unblinkingly for a few seconds, and he was gracing me with his mighty silence.

He signaled me to move forward on the sofa, I did. I felt his tension filled aura around me as he sat down on the sofa beside me. I swallowed and licked my lips, just to ease the gutted feeling in my stomach, I stopped staring at him and looked down and stared at my entwined fingers instead. "You are the reason."

"I am always the reason of your...outbursts!" I huffed.

"I cannot find Elijah, because there is nothing about that asshole anywhere," I looked at him, in bewilderment. I did not want us to talk about him. "Nothing! And you have not told me anything about him as well. So let's not make me angrier-" I knew what was coming, I shook my head and hopped off the sofa, he caught my wrist. "Don't you dare!" he commanded.