Mafia's Silence

24: Mary on the Door

Note: So previous chapter had two cliffhangers; Clarissa being on the door to meet Romeo and in third person POV, Mary being on the door to meet Romeo. So because Mary's meeting is first in timeline; I am just adding third person POV in this chapter, as it is an important event, deserving of a separate chapter. Also long enough.

Mary gulped harder as she stood in front of an unlocked door, knowing how with one push, she was going to meet him again. The beast. Dean had already left her side to make her face Romeo alone.

Her entire being felt a tremble slither up within, because he was not just a ravenous beast; he was the beast with a purpose, with a vow and with a fucking plan. That made him intelligent, cunning and dangerous. Also he had the intense hatred for his sinners; for she was herself a one, Mary gambled with her fate and pushed the door, entering the den.

A well-lit, simple and clean room was in her sight. The wind occupied the room, making it chilly. Mary's dark eyes widened seeing the man whose prey she was, laying there on the bed wounded and grunted. Her voice soft but loud called out for him, "Rome?"

As she was rooted just steps away from the shut door behind her, she saw his body move. She saw him struggling to get up to face her, but he gave up and responded laying down, "Mariana? Not surprised to see you here."

Mary heaved a sigh, pushing down the weight that burdened her shoulders and chest, she walked towards the bed, his fluttering and almost shut brown eyes caught her pale and hopeless face, "Take the chair...the meds are kicking in, can't seem to get up," it was novel for Mary to see the Beast continuing a conversation.

Following the instruction like a scared little kitten, Mary spun around to drag the chair that was placed near the window, towards the bed, without looking for further permission, she sat on the chair and her eyes instead of meeting his, met the wound on his arm.

"You should not have done that!" Her voice curt but low.

"I know, I should have shot her instead. Why hurt myself," a snicker left his mouth and he managed to instigate Mary as he intended.

Mary hissed at him, "Shut up! This is not some game! This-"

He cut her off, with his booming voice, "For me it is!" He leveled her with a stern look.

Mary bit her tongue to halt the curses. She took in a sharp breath, "I thought you shot her, I was so scared and felt responsible...she is like my sister and-"

"You tend to make sisters easily but just can't seem to protect them," he retorted.

Mary's breath stuck in her throat, the past flashed before her eyes and haunted her once again, the weight of being a sinner to people...people close to Romeo, again came and resided in her chest, making it hard for Mary to breath. On the bedside, she saw a jug, looking away from him; she became attentive to the glass and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands trembled; the jug poured most of the water outside the glass because of the shivers that ran down her skin.

Cautiously she put down the jug and picked up the glass, gulped down the water in one go. Harsh breath escaped her mouth; it felt as if she was drowning and was trying to catch a breath but without moving.

Mary spoke up, "I am sorry and mortified about the things I could not control."

She noticed Romeo finally managing to pick himself up on the bed and resting his back to the headboard. He held the blanket, clutched the hem tightly and tossed it aside. His bare body felt the prickling chilly winds but he ignored and looked to his side to see Mary. Her eyes were travelling everywhere except towards him, her fingers entwined within each other holding themselves tightly to the point where her knuckles turned white and her legs were fidgeting, her feet lightly tapping on the ground.