𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
21 years old. The hot water sprayed down my back relaxing my muscles, but it didn't take away the dolefulness that was gathering in my chest. It was slowly taking over my anger and I didn't like it.
My fathers blood was turning the water that was gathered at my feet a pink color.
It was like I could still hear my mother crying in my ears. And every time I closed my eyes I saw the look on her face when she realized the love of her life was gone. And then it flashed to the face that raised me to be a man. And then it took me to the image of life being drained from him.
I was lucky that I had no injuries when the car flipped.
I was trying to gather my thoughts. Trying to figure out who would want to come after us like this. My father made amends with several mafias and they all knew their place none of them would ever think about killing him. But someone did and they did it right under our noses.
I don't know how long I stood under the shower when a knock sounded at the door. I slowly turned the water off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my bottom half. I ran my hand through my wet hair and made my way to the door. Opening it, Sergio stood in front of me. His eyes were red and he looked exhausted.
"Uncle is here" he said with a tired low voice. I never saw Sergio like this, he always had this uplifting energy around him and now it was all faded.
"Okay I'll be in the office in 10" I told him. He nodded his head and walked off.
I got dressed and headed to my office where Paolo and my cousins awaited me. The room felt different. Tense and dark.
"Do you have anything?" I asked Paolo right away as I made my way to the desk. Paolo had papers in his hands and didn't say anything when he passed them over to me. I read down the files and felt more anger and anger getting piled on.
"The Russians?" I asked Paolo and he nodded his head when I looked at him. Of fucking course. I threw the file on the desk and leaned against it.
I took a deep breath before I started giving orders to everyone in the room. Sending them away to do different things.
And hours later when we gathered as much information as we could and tried to get a location hundreds of them came up. And it took months looking and digging.
And fucking nothing.
I also couldn't spend all my time trying to figure it out. The whole organization was mine including the business my dad owned. So that also took most of my attention and then things started to slow down. And it wasn't like I was giving up because I wasn't. But I was tired. So goddamn tired.
