I'm not okay

Chapter twenty-one

"T-the gu-gun" I stutter out fearfully.

Realization crosses in his features before he quickly turns to the gun which is lying a few inches away from me.

I look at the gun while pressing myself up closer to the wall.

Dominic lifts the gun up, "no! No please don't shoot me. Please I'm sorry" I cry out while covering my face with my hands.

"I'm not going to shoot you Alessia, I promise you that." Dominic says while walking away and taking the bullets out of the gun before placing the separate pieces away from each other by the table.

After that he walks back to me and sits down in front of me on the floor.

"I'm not going to touch you if you don't want me to" Dominic tells me

I don't say anything but I shake my head 'no', indicating that I don't want him touching me.

"Okay, I won't touch you" he tells me.

He stays silent for a couple seconds, "you know I'm not going to hurt you right" he says.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Alessia, I am not going to hurt you, ever" he says extremely seriously.

I nod my head as my body still shakes in fear.

"I'm not like him, I won't shoot you with that gun Alessia. Oh god how can you even think that" he says desperately as tears form in his eyes.

I stay silent not knowing what to say as he tries to blink the tears away.

"W-..why do you have a gun?" I ask him after a few minutes.

He looks up at me from where he was staring at floor, "I- euhm...There's something I haven't told you yet and I wanted to wait a few more years to tell you so you would be a little older but I don't think that's an option anymore." He says.

I look at him a little curious even as my arms stay tightly wrapped around my body.

"I'm the leader of the mafia from England and America that's why I have guns, to protect us against enemies and people who are against us in general for our money" Dominic tells me.

"What's a mafia?" I ask him confused.

He looks at me bewildered, "I-...it's a big group criminal people with a leader, me in this case" he tells me.

"Y-you're a c-criminal, a bad person like s-sir" I breathe out harshly as my heart starts raising even more.

"No-no baby; I'm nothing like Carlo. I promise you that." He rushes out.

"What do you do? Do you hurt people?" I ask him.

He nods his head with some difficulty, "only bad people though, I only hurt people who do bad things like when they're hurting little children" he says.

I slowly nod my head, "do-...do you kill people?" I whisper out not even sure if he can hear me.

"Sometimes" he admits.