Mafia's tomorrow

23-Blood

It is dark. Pitch dark.

Darker than my soul, if that's possible.

Jax comes and stand next to me and grabs my hand. This time there is no fire just such calm and tender touch that makes my insides settle. The chaos is settling. I hadn't realised I needed it so much.

One of the guards hand Jax a torch and he takes it. It does no work at large expense but something better than nothing.

He darts the light towards the room searching for a switch board or any kind of thing, I guess.

I cannot find my voice. I want to shout. I want to call for mom but I cannot order my body to do it.

Jax does what I have been dreading to do. "Anyone there?"

Everyone is equipped with weapons but me. My body is limp. I am not aware of the next circumstance but I do not want to.

While a positive side of me is telling me that my mum is here and safe. Another part is raising an eyebrow at challenging every positive side of me.

There is no movement so I guess there are no men. By the time Jax has pointed towards the switch board. He motions one of the men to cross the room and switch the lights on.

The man walks as if he walking on fire. He reaches the switch board what seems an eternity and switch on the lights.

The lights are blinding at first. So fierce to burn my eyes. But slowly my eyes adjust and I look up.

I am blinking at a faster rate. My eyes land on Jax first instead of probing the room. He is pale and gaping at something in the front wall.

I turn to look at it. My heart rate has reached a mile and I am shaking with the fear of outcome. But somehow I manage to look at the wall.

My eyes are ready to fall out of the sockets. My hand reach my mouth and a choking sound comes out of my mouth. My knees give out and I am on the floor the next moment.

My breathing is heavy and I am shattered. Jax is holding me in his arms. Squeezing me tightly to his chest. Shouting at his men, I think. I cannot make out the words.

The only words that I can comprehend at the moment are the ones I am seeing. I have not moved my head to any other direction and I am staring at them only.

Tears are on the verge of falling, but none have dropped. Maybe because I haven't blinked for god knows how long.

"You are late. Irina has been moved. But I already feel sorry for what is about to come on her."

These words are written in red. Deep red. With droplets dripping down. Giving the goth, Halloween effect.

Men are searching the house for any signs. Another man comes and touches the words and rubs it between his fingers and then... smells it.

He tells something to Jax, I think it is something related to stale blood.

Blood. The word. It does something to me and I shout.

I shout so loud, putting every emotion in me, the dread, the fear, the grief, the misery, the anger and everything inside of me.

I scream and scream. I don't know how long, but I do stop with everyone looking at me. Now the tears are on my face not hanging in my eyes anymore.

I cannot feel my voice anymore.

And the next moment I know is everything world going black. With that I faint.