CAPO

20. Aftermath

Arabella still sat in the spot she called Giovanni in, but now she was completely silent. Her head was clear and the pool of blood that was slowly approaching her from Marcus' corpse caught her attention.

Her own blood had turned her jeans darker and her once crisp, white shirt was now dripping with blood. Thick, crimson water made her entire apartment smell horrid.

She stopped crying once she ended the call and now she waited patiently, counting how long it took for the blood to reach her sock covered feet.

Then, the girl started praying.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven,"

She sniffed, wiping her nose. Blood covered her lower face and her neck and she layed her head back against the cupboard behind her, looking up at her ceiling.

"Hallowed be Thy name, They Kingdom come,"

Her own voice sounded foreign to her. Arabella wasn't exactly religious, but she could feel angels or demons standing next to her, so she decided to please the one who sent the angels.

"Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven,"

She sound of loud chatter didn't reach Arabella's ears and nor did her words or her voice. She couldn't hear herself, she almost couldn't see in front of her.

"Give us this day our daily bread,"

Tears welled up in her eyes and she choked up. It felt like a pair of hands were crushing her oesophagus, stepping on her throat.

"And forgive us our trespasses,"

She didn't hear the door swing open and she felt fresh hot tears roll down her cheeks as she looked down at Marcus' body as he layed lifeless, limp, silent.

"As we forgive those who trespass against us,"

Her gaze on Marcus was cut short by something. She looked up and upon seeing Enzo's face, the girl put her forehead in her hands, her sobs raking through her body.

Her head throbbed so violently that it made her nauseous. Then, she felt a pair of hands grip her biceps.

"Arabella, hey,"

She willed herself to look up and her entire body melted into Giovanni's palms then. She released her forehead, holding her bleeding hands to her chest.

Giovanni had only once seen such a gruesome sight. It was when he assassinated the head of a political party for the Russian government. And Giovanni's nose prickled with the smell of fresh blood and when he crouched down in front of Arabella, the man went completely pale, matching her complexion.

"God, you're bleeding," He muttered, his voice strained, gently taking her hands in his.

"And lead us not into temptation,"

Giovanni's eyebrows frowned and the girl finally met his eyes and he saw emptiness in them. Her face and throat was covered in blood and Giovanni pulled the black handkerchief from his pocket, putting it in her hands.

"Hold this for me, just like that," He peeled the blood covered strands of hair from her forehead, "Good girl," He whispered, his eyes burning with tears.

"I killed him," She whispered, staring blankly in front of her. "I'm a murderer,"

"You are nothing of the sort, my love," Giovanni replied sharply, taking her face in both hands. She shook her head, her voice breaking as her bottom lip quivered, "I killed someone," She breathed.