Her Secrets

40

I stared at Clarissa's body on the ground— well not body, her soul was still in there... somewhere.

I think.

Her breaths were coming out in short rasps as she groaned with every inhale. Her ribs were broken, I got her pretty good there. Her lips were split, one of her eyes were closed while the other one was about to, her nose was broken, blood was pouring out of the side of her head from the time when I slammed her ugly head against the wall.

Fighting with her was fun but however, it was barely a fair fight. She didn't know what she was doing— all she did was throwing punches and kicks and that was it.

"Did grandfather teach you how to fight?" I questioned, getting down to stare at her beaten up figure, "if so, he did a fucked up job at it."

"Wh–wh–what, a–are y–you g–g–going t–to k–k–kill m–me n–n–ow?" She breathed out, groaning painfully as she reached the end of her sentence.

I tilted my head to the side, bringing my hand to her face before applying pressure on her broken eye, "do you really wanna live a life looking like that?" I mocked ignoring her screams, "I wouldn't."

"S–St–Stop!" She shouted, coughing as she did so, her voice wavering, "–pl–ple–please s–top."

"I don't want to," I lowered my hand to her lips, staring at the split bottom lip before applying pressure on that too. She shook her head, attempting to get her face away from my hand which made me chuckle at her pathetic move. "You know, I really didn't want this to come to this but you should know that this is your fault."

"H–How?" She asked, her one eye tearing up, "h–ho–w i–s t–this m–my f–fa–fault?"

"You tried to punch me, remember?" I raised my brows questioningly, getting up on my feet, "I wanted to sort this out like a civilised person but no— you just had to try and start a fight. Now look where you are." I nudged her with my right foot, turning her so her face came in contact with the ground, "lying like a dead bitch on the ground, covered in blood from top to bottom while I'm standing without a scratch."

She winced in pain when I stepped on her left arm. She deserved that. "I am going to kill you, yes." I replied to her earlier question, "because that's what you asked for when you decided to plot against me."

"H–h–ow a–are y–yo–you s–so p–s–psych–o–tic?" She stuttured out, unable to speak due to her hundreds of injuries I inflicted on her.

"I don't know," I shrugged, walking over to the box she threw aside, "I suppose it runs in the family."

"I’m n–not." She breathed out, "mo–mom a–and d–dad we–were not."

"Your dad was," I rolled my eyes, picking up a few letters, "you just didn't inherit it. And mom was not psychotic but she was fucked up in her own ways. I mean, come on, how could you be so blind? Didn't you see all those men she'd bring home? Her so called 'friends'— yeah, she'd fuck them. Lucky for you, you weren't home most of the time but me?" I pointed to myself with the letter still in my hand, "god, I had to see that on a daily basis."

I began opening the letters, ignoring her grunts and moans of pain. "I could not eat for days but did she care? Of course n—" I cut myself off, eyes falling on a letter I hadn't seen before.

Furrowing my brows, I gave it my whole attention, the words leaving my lips as I read, "this alliance between me, the Mexican and the Spanish mafia is still perfectly intact although the Mexican mafia has been destroyed. But fear not, as long as Luigi's son's, the heir is with me, there is still hope. Together, we have already decided to rebuilt the Mexican Mafia and take down the Italian, American and Russian Mafias for good. I just need you to bring me Athena. Signed, Joseph Ambrose."

I looked at Clarissa who looked seconds away from dying, "well, well, well, isn't this interesting? I mean, I've always known that Luigi has a kid somewhere, planning revenge— I just didn't know that he was going to be with Joseph. This seems like some never ending crap, doesn't it, sis?"

"They're getting stronger with every passing second." Clarissa managed to speak without stuttering which made me want to clap but I refrained myself, "you have no chance— I know of your friendship with the other mafias. You're all done for."

"You're stupid." I scoffed at her delusion, "the Italian, American and Russian are the most powerful mafias in the world, honey and guess what? If those two nothingness mafias along with a mafia that's already out of existence team up against them, they're going to take them down— crush them like dust beneath their fucking shoes. Grandpa's brain cells are already dead."

"But of course, you people can always try—" I removed my blade from my boots, "—It's always fun seeing people losing." I walked towards her, bent down and placed a hand behind her neck, turning her face towards me.

"Tomorrow, the news is going to show the body of a Certain Clarissa Greene, murdered by a crazy psychotic stalker— who fled after mistakenly leaving tons of evidences behind. While the authorities will be out there chasing someone who doesn't exist, I'll be here fake mourning your death for a while."

I pushed a strand of her hair away from her face, "you know, I actually thought that we were close— like the whole sister shit but I suppose I was wrong. You just had to be a backstabbing bitch, didn't you?"

She didn't say anything and allowed tears to fall from her eyes, her one eye staring at me although her stare was blank— she was almost dead.

I cleared my throat, "it's been a glorious ride, Clarissa."  What? I've always wanted to say that. "Goodbye," I muttered, bringing the blade near to her neck before in one swift move, slitting her throat. 

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