Dorian Mystery - Art of Murder

Chapter XVI

The explosion was heard from miles away. When the building where Dominic was exploded, I was already miles away driving to reach to this particular mob. Marcello was on the passenger seat and was my guide to reach there safely in case of anything.

In the end we've reached the nightclub where his operations were being processed. Giancarlo was an Italian Latino man with dark curly hair and dark eyes, but his smile was charming. Checking the painting I received a while ago from Denise, I realized that that was the man who was talking with Trakh Lam. Maybe he had something to do with the Artist, but I couldn't threaten him so easily.

Unless...

'Wait me in the car and be ready to run when it's the time.' I ordered Marcello, who confirmed right away.

I walked towards Giancarlo and took him aside by arm.

'Hold the fuck up, puta de madre. Just who do you think you are?' He stopped me and released from my grab.

'If you want to live and not end up like Dominic, you'd better come with me.' I told him sharp and grabbed his arm again.

Surprisingly he walked with me willingly and we headed to the car.

'Drive and don't look back, I said after putting Giancarlo on the backseat with me.'

Marcello started driving as fast as he could in a random direction. Giancarlo was looking behind to see who was following us, but as of now no one was there.

'No need for that.' I said after noticing he was trying to pull up a knife.

'Who are you and where are you taking me?'

'You know what happened to Dominic earlier today?' I asked pretending I never heard him speaking.

'How the fuck should I know? He's not my boyfriend.' He answered ironically to me.

'Dominic was found shot at his place earlier today. And I think you have a connection with that.' I replied looking at him.

Giancarlo looked panicked now. I could see the fear in his eyes.

'Dom's dead? Like dead dead?'

'Yes and right now you are talking with the new clan's leader.' I replied to him and pulled out my weapon.

'What the...?'

He could not finish his sentence as I was already shouting at him and blaming him for his death.

'You're the one who took his daughter and because of you he is dead right now.'

'No, no, no, you don't understand.' He defended himself raising his hands.

'Then make me understand!'

He sighed, left his hands down and pulled up a photo of him and a beautiful woman besides him.

'This is her. She is currently my wife.'

I lowered down the weapon when he started to explain what actually happened back then.

***

It all started 15 years ago. Me and Patricia were young kids, but even from that age we felt a weird chemistry between us. We were young, but in love from such an early age. We told our parents we wanted to get married, but they never believed us talking about true love because we were young. She was around 5 years old and I was around 8.

They tried to separate us, forbid us to see each other, but we simply couldn't breathe, couldn't eat, couldn't do nothing. We were madly in love and whenever we were closing our eyes all we were seeing was each other.