"You're nothing but trouble Joshua. You and I both know that."
-Sequel to Mafias Little Brother-
(You do not have to read the first one to read this one)
Joshua Maxwell (JJ) one of the 4 Maxwell Brothers, has to live with the burden of being apar...
Ivy gently cleaned my face and I winced as she touched certain spots but she apologized immediately afterwards. As she cleaned my face I dozed off thinking about tonights events. Was I too harsh? Maybe I do need to talk to somebody, it's getting to a point where I can't even control myself and my actions. I was snapped out of my daze by a deep voice and as I snapped out of it I knew it was Marco. He crouched down in-front of me as Ivy left the room.
"Primo I heard what happened tonight." He said in a understanding voice and I just shrugged as if the way I was treated was a normal thing. I mean he did have a point, I pretty much disappeared without saying goodbye to him.
"I deserved it. It's fine." I said shrugging his hand off my shoulder but he immediately placed it back on gently. He shook his head after my statement showing his disagreement to what I said.
"Primo none of this is your fault. You were put in a very difficult situation that you didn't really have any choice in." Marco said to me lifting my chin so my gaze would meet his.
"But it is my fault Marco. I haven't visited Justins grave in what months?" I said starting to raise my voice but stopped because of Marcos intense stare at me.
"Come here." He said pulling me close to his chest. He kissed my forehead and ran his hand up and down my back as I quietly sobbed into his shirt. I muffled my cries so he wouldn't hear me. He held me for a few minutes until it was time for dinner and he left the room leaving me to compose myself before coming down. I looked to myself in the mirror and cringed, what has happened to me? They've broke me, They've broken who I am or who I was. Now I'm just a shell of the person I was.
Walking down to dinner I made my way over and sat next to Ivy. She let her head rest on my shoulder gently as we finished eating. We all cleaned up our spots and everyone went their separate ways. Ivy and I went to my room and hung out for awhile. She then went home and I must have fallen asleep because I was awoken by yelling so I made my way down the steps. There I saw Marco, Xander and Bellamy being held by big guys. Ace walked towards me with two other men and I tried to fight them off because they were trying to make their way to Blakes room.
I tried my best to fight but was beaten brutally by the men and Ace. I screamed, I kicked, I punched and I even spit to try and stop them but it just put me in worse condition. Ace made his way past me and went into Blakes room. It was silent for a good 2 minutes and then we heard 2 gun shots. The first one came with a scream, the second one came with silence. Ace came out of the room and made eye contact with me first. He had blood on his suit and walked past me kicking me aggressively in the side making his way downstairs.
"War is over. The debt is payed." He said with a smile and walked out of the house first. His guards followed him as soon as he walked out the door. I was the first one to Blakes room despite the shooting pains coming from numerous places on my body. Xander and the others followed suit behind me. I screamed looking at the sight infront of me, I'll never get that sight back. Hot tears streamed down open wounds on my cheeks and it felt like hot lava but I didn't care. All of the Sanchez brothers were in hysterics and Marco ushered us out of the room as he called someone to take care of the incident.
I slid my body down the wall as pain radiated throughout my body. I sobbed into my hands because my best friend was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. It seemed as that everyone I get close to or love dies. We were supposed to graduate in a week and go to college together. We had all these grand plans on how we were going to live out our lives away from the mafia. All those plans have gone to shit. It feels as if someone stepped on my chest. Now to start the five main stages of grief all over again like a repeating cycle. Except I'm adding a stage to it this time because I'm not letting him die in vein. There shall be revenge against Ace and his mafia and I will be the one to do it if it kills me.
Revenge isn't a term I take lightly because I rarely use it or do it. I only do it when you've truly hurt me or a family member and this time he's done both. I'm not going to stop until Ace and his empire are in ruins. He won't get away with killing Blake even if its the last thing I do.
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