Mafia's Silence

21: Calm & Chaos

"Clarissa!" His voice was loud, enough to quell the pain and hopelessness inside me. But I was being pushed towards my cage by my captor; I did not intend to cross him considering he could hurt me or the savior who was yelling for me.

"Romeo, such a manly move you have played!" This time what he said was muffled; as if someone was attempting to snatch him away from me, the voice felt distant and dull, but enough to reach us, the distance between the mansion's main gate and us was not much so the unwanted and unpleasant sound of guns loading and men running was evident as was my savior's commanding voice.

With what he said, I guess, he piqued Romeo. Romeo's firm hand on my mid back applying pressure to force me to walk ahead seemed to be gone and my hurried breathing calmed down. I spun around to face Romeo's back and I noticed that Romeo was face to face with my savior. A part of me wanted to look at the main gate from beside the tall and broad frame of my beast but I was afraid; afraid to feel what was supposed to be felt seeing Luciano. I did not want him there, I was fearful of his life, I did not intend for anyone to die for me; especially him.

Dean approached us, he glanced at me and I looked down, the pity in his eyes was not ignorable, I managed to keep my head down and not peer at the gate. "Boss, he is holding a gun at you! Order us!"

"He will not shoot as long as I have her, order our men to stand down!" I sighed in relief, which made Romeo cock his head to the side, indicating that he heard my relief.

They talked about Luciano as if they knew who he was, truthfully; I was not much stunned. Nothing was surprising to me anymore. In the distance, I heard Dean asking his men to put down the gun and my heart fluttered at the hope of having Luciano's potential to walk out of there alive. Though, I was not shocked but curious to know how Luciano and Romeo were related.

"Leave her; she is not the one to blame!" Luciano's crisp but commanding voice reached our ears, I heard Romeo chuckle. I looked up to see his tall frame unmoved and unbothered. I could not fathom what was happening; blame about what? I huddled my legs together, squeezed them to have the strength to stand up straight, my throat felt dry and it felt like thorns were picking at my tongue. My breathing became heavier and brisk, my eyes rolled back for a second and a feeling of dizziness occupied my being. To save myself from falling on the ground, I nonchalantly took support from Romeo's back, clutching his coat's fabric tightly and he seemed to notice as he again cocked his head to the side and huffed. I ended up putting my forehead on his back and grasped his coat's fabric even tighter.

I did not want to cry! But I felt like melting away. I hated being part of all of this for which I had no clue but I knew better that asking about it would give me only his silence.

Dean's voice caught my attention again, my head still resting on Romeo's back for support, "He might shoot you, you should arm yourself." A clicking sound came and I felt the slight shift in Romeo's posture, "Take this, loaded." He handed him a gun, I deciphered. She felt a movement in his forearm and believed that he took the gun.

"Escort him out of this place, beat him or whatever, but do not kill him." The thought of having Luciano hurt invigorated my soul and I put away my head from Romeo's back and straightened up.

I implored, "Please don't! I want out of this place but not at the cost of people being hurt; people I love, please! Let me talk to him, He will leave...he is outnumbered, do not touch him." I did not yell, I just begged. I knew my stubbornness and need to overpower him won't do any good to Luciano.

Romeo's body stiffened and he spun around, aggressively. His lips pursed into thin line, his jaw clenched and his eyes held a glare for me. "People you love?" he said gritting his teeth. He threw his words at me as if he was himself disgusted by what he was saying.