Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

19: Red

*gunshot*

NOOOOOO!!!

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Charlene's POV

That was the last two things I heard; '*gunshot* NOOO-!!'

No, no, no. Not again, not again. Not this time! This better be a dream and if so, it should end quickly. Every damn time, this can't be happening to me again.

First my parents and now him, now him. My. Santino, my Renzo. No. I didn't even- I didn't even tell him how I really felt. They shot him, they took him away from me. Just like they took my parents. This is why I hate surprises.

My parents also got shot, is this my fate? That everyone I love gets shot.

Santino's guards come to pick me off the ground and some go to Santino. "No, no don't touch him. Leave him alone!!" I say. I'm still in shock, as they are taking him away it reminded me of my parents, how they took them away and I never saw them alive again.

Everything is happening so fast, as we are taken to the hospital, Santino in a different car ahead. No matter how much I restrained, Mateo insisted that I take a different car.

"DRIVE FASTER!"

I trust Mateo, but if anything happens to my man and I'm not there. I will become something he's never seen before, something I became after my parents died. Something I've learned to hide, something I'm about to become again.

As soon as we arrive at the hospital I walk out of the car not waiting for any of the guards to open the door for me. As soon as I catch sight of my Santino being put on the bed by Mateo and some nurses I run to them. His eyes were slightly opening up as the blood kept pouring out of his chest. He looks at me, and as soon as he tries to speak, his eyes close.

The doctors start pushing his bed for the operation room and I'm left stranded outside. Feeling as lonely as ever. I hear footsteps behind me and I soon feel a jacket wrapped around my shoulders.

"Take me home Mateo. I have things to do."

I turn around and leave him standing behind shocked.

Throughout the car ride, all I could think about were my parents. An overwhelming amount of flashbacks hit me, and I was quiet, staring into nothingness. 

My parents, the blood, the gunshot sounds, their bodies laying before my eyes. I was numb that day, staring unbelievably at them... bleeding. I could not believe it, I was eagerly waiting for someone to wake me up from that nightmare. From that day onward a part of me died along with them. I changed, I trained, I trained to fight, to kill. I did unspeakable things and found the people who killed my parents. I killed them.

After that I was stranded and became a stripper. I had money, I was very wealthy. It was mostly my parent's money, but I became a stripper nonetheless. Until Angelo found me. He helped me, only he knows the person I became.

I feel the car come to a halt and Mateo comes to open the door for me. As soon as we enter the house I hit him with his jacket and without a word head to his room, Santino's room, our room. Mateo follows behind and waits outside the bedroom to guard the door.

I am so angry. I'm all alone now, again. This feeling I'm so familiar with, the feeling of loss. It's like a friend to me, but an enemy at the same time. I grab the vace at the corner of the room and throw it down, letting the bits of broken pieces graze at my exposed skin. I take out all of my rage on the room. Throwing everything around, breaking it and destroying it. I go further and break the large windows of the bedroom.

As soon as I'm done I head to take a shower, going to lay down on the messy bed afterwards. It's a cold night, also considering the windows are now broken and allowed a certain breeze in. I can't sleep just yet so I stare at the ceiling plotting what I'm going to do. I miss him, I know it's fast but I love him. Gosh I'm so stupid, I should have told him the moment I found out. I already got used to his presence, in just a few days. Stupid girl, stupid love. I don't care though, I'd rather be stupid and embrace it than sit in a pool of regret.

Perhaps the person I became after my parent's death was a gift, a gift I had to embrace right now and use to my advantage. To get revenge for my Renzo. Thinking about him, I wipe away a stray tear that escapes the corner of my eye. Finally realising I can't sleep, I head out of the bedroom to see Mateo standing besides the door. I forgot about him, he still has blood on him but continues his duty.

"Hey Mateo, take me to Santino's office." I say, he looks at me confused but leads the way nonetheless.

When we reach the large, black wooden doors he opens up and stands aside for me to enter. I see why Santino likes this man. Getting inside I head for Santino's large black office chair and take a seat.

"What are you up to ma'am?" Mateo asks with his Italian accent coming foward. The accent suddenly reminding me of my Renzo.

"Am I too obvious?" I ask him.

"Sí." He answers.

"Ok, well I guess there is no point stalling..." I continue. "There's a couple of things you don't know about me, but I trust you, so you will know eventually. I need you to find the people who shot my Renzo."

Mateo smirksa little, looking right at me.
"I had people already on it. We know who it was."

Mateo is smart, and very fast at taking action. I would love to plot a bit more but seeing the man, I figured I should cut him some slack.

"Go shower and get some sleep, Mateo. We have a lot to do tomorrow."