Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

42 - Scars

Isobel's POV:

The knock on the door jolts me awake. I squint at the clock beside my bed. 4am. 4am? Who the h*ll is waking me up right now?

I stumble to the door and look through the small peephole. "Trinity?" I unlock and open the door as she makes her way inside. "Are you aware that it's 4am right now?"

"I'm not supposed to be here," she begins. "But we have to talk." I nod uneasily, clearing a space for us to sit. She fiddles with her fingers anxiously. "Okay before I tell you this, I have to know..... are you the one who killed my brother?"

My heart drops to my feet as I think about her question. Should I tell a mafia recruit, who's entire family could kill me, that I killed her brother? I shake off the urge to lie. I'm tired of lying.

"Yes," I respond. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I wait for a reaction. Her brother beat her. Would that make her happy that I killed him? Or would it mean that she hates me, because his death is the reason she was forced into this.

She lets out a sigh of relief, pressing her hand to her chest. "Wow," she gasps. "I don't know if I should thank you or kill you."

"I'm sorry I've been lying to everyone," I blurt. If Marcus and Kol don't want to hear it, I'm praying that she will. "I never expected to grow so close to everyone... I definitely didn't expect to fall in love," I laugh sadly. She looks at me with compassion, and it's enough to give me hope. Hope that I will reconcile with everyone, and we'll get through this.

"I understand." Those words are like music to my ears. I sigh in relief, soaking up the feeling. "And by the way I knew it," she scoffs. "I told you from the beginning that I knew you were hiding something!" She laughs a bit, before reaching for my hand. "Everyone will get over it," she assures me. "If it was anyone else, they wouldn't... but you're like family."

I smile at her words. It all seemed to be looking up, when I remember our conversation isn't over just yet. "Wait, what else did you have to tell me?"

The smile on her face turns into a dark frown. She takes a deep breath, preparing to tell me the news. My stomach churns with worry. What could she have to say that's important enough to wake me at 4am? Why is she so scared to say it?

"It's Marcus..." she whispers. It's weird to hear her call him that, but it must mean this is serious. "We think he's been taken."

"Taken?" I rise out of my seat with anger and worry. I start pacing around the room with panic, "What do you mean taken?"

"He's gone completely AWOL since you two talked... and well... they think it's Ivan."

I pinch the bridge of my nose with worry. "Where is he?"

"We don't know."

"Well what does Ivan want?"

"We don't know."

"What are we gonna do?"

"We don't know."

"What do you know!?" I shout, my patience completely evaporated by now.

She sighs again, resting back in her chair. "I'm sorry Isobel, but we don't know anything."

Marcus's POV:

I wake up on the cold, dirty floor. The wound where I was shot, throbs with pain. There's a metal chain wrapped around one of my ankles, lodged deep into the ground. Why hasn't he killed me yet?

"Ah he's awake!" I gag at the sound of his voice. His shrill Russian accent is enough to fuel my anger.

"What the h*ll do you want Ivan?" I snarl, from my seat on the ground. He crouches down to my level, a smug look plastered across his face.