To Love in Full

Chapter 9: Mulligrubs

Mulligrubs (adj.) Despondency, low spirits; a state of depression.

*WARNING: Violent Mature Content. The content below will include a scene with rope around the neck and forceful drowning. Proceed at your own discretion.*

Alexander's P.O.V.

It pained me to look at her when we walked away; she was terrified and lost, but I have kept the truth hidden, for her own safety. She deserves to know what is happening, but it is not my place to tell her. Even if I wished, I could not give her the answers that I held, as I am under strict orders.

It was not a part of the plan to be caught by Nicolo and his men. Images of her getting hurt had crossed my mind every second, and it made me feel like shit knowing that I brought her into this fucked up mess, knowing that I could not do anything to stop her pain.

Undoubtedly, she is a strong girl, but the events that she has gone through and the deaths that she has witnessed is enough to break and traumatize her. But, she has pulled herself out of desolation before, she can do it again, I tried to reassure myself.

"Dante, venga con me," I heard Nicolo call out to one of his men and watched as he started to follow us towards his office (Come with me).

I scoffed and shook my head, Nicolo bringing another guard into the office just proves his lamentable naivety. To think that I am a threat is purely pathetic. I am simply outnumbered and weaponless, to try and pull something on him in this situation would be foolish and place Arabella in harm's way. Vlákas, I thought as I stared at the back of their heads (Dumbass).

When we reached his office, I made my way towards the leather chair and sat down, ignoring the presence of Leone and Manuele as I walked in. Nicolo had situated himself at his desk and reached towards his shelf to grab a file, just to slam it onto the table in front of me. 

I looked at it with a solemn expression as I read the tab, Alexander Aetos.

"So, Alexander, we all know your last name is not Davis," Nicolo spoke and began to light a cigar.

"Please, enlighten us with your plan here," he sighed and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"My plan does not concern you," I said and leaned back into my chair to make myself comfortable, placing my ankle over my leg. 

"The only thing that you have to know is that Arabella has nothing to do with this," I scowled, becoming tired of having to repeat myself.

"You think I haven't figured that out already?" Nicolo asked with a glare.

"I think your head is so far up your ass, you can't see what's really happening here," I spoke with a condescending sneer, but my smile grew wider once I felt one of Nicolo's men press a gun against the back of my head.

"Why are you lying to her?" Manuele asked with a frown.

"There are some things that she doesn't know, but I cannot tell her, not yet," I replied with a glare, never breaking eye contact with the man in front of me.

"She's been telling the truth then," I heard Leone mumble out.

"What does Cairo want you to do with her?" Nicolo asked and my stare hardened at the sound of that name.

"As a boss for one of the world's most powerful mafias, I would think that you would have figured this out by now, unless you're truly just that dense," I responded and looked away from him once I felt the metal tip of the gun dig harder into my head.

"I want to hear the answer from you," he said as his eyes narrowed at me.

"Can you not just take my word? You have enough evidence, as is. I have orders to not share this information with anyone," I explained.