The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 8

I stood beside Hanseok, we both stood beside my brother's grave.

A bouquet of Chrysanthemums and black roses lay in my hand. I stood there staring at the grave, if only I knew him. Maybe it would be filled with more emotion, this encounter.

"So do you want to go?" Hanseok stated as he placed his slender hands on my shoulders. "I have a business meeting to attend." He spoke.

I placed the bouquet on my brother's grave. "Liar." I whispered.

"What?" He came closer to me.

"You don't have a business meeting. You don't have work today.... it's in your calendar..." I waffled.

"Yeah ok you're right. I have a dinner with Chaeyoung! She's got something important to tell me." He smirked.

"Oh... don't you fell..... bad?" I questioned

"Bad about what?"

"Lying to your best friend?"

He looked at me before looking away.
"Don't worry about it. I know you're just worried about me getting caught."

Of course I wasn't, I believe it would of been better if he got caught. All these lies are really getting on my nerves.

I sighed. "Ok..." I nodded as he lead me to the car.

"OK I'll drop you off at home and then I'll leave straight away. So once we get home you better get in quickly so I can lock the door." He spoke as he started the car.

"Can you ask Hanseo to come over?" I asked him.

"No he's busy." He sped the car up.

I sighed again as I sat in the car, a wave of sorrow oozing through my body.

It's just not fair. Why can't I have atleast some freedom??!

"Sighing isn't going to change anything." Hanseok laughed as he turned the radio on.

Upbeat pop songs were blasting through the car, though the atmosphere was really far from happy.

As we reached home Hanseok opened the door and let me in.
"No funny business, no escaping." He spoke as he left.

I walked into the living room as I heard the door lock, "great I'm alone" I mumbled.

I walked to the kitchen and began to cook something for myself.

I hadn't eaten all day, moreover I was hungry so I needed to make something to prevent my stomach from sounding like a steam train.

I slapped my head frustratedly, I had made just enough for me and Hanseok. I had realised that Hanseok was going to eat with Chaeyoung so I didn't even have to make any for him.

"Mmmm." A voice said from behind me.

I quickly looked behind me to see that noone was there and that infact I was alone. "I'm just hearing things..." I said to myself.

I turned my back to continue making the pasta. Still a little frightened and cautious yet I tried to shake the feelings off. The hackles on the back of my neck rose as a felt something cold pressing against the side of my head.

"Mmm.... pasta." The voice whispered in my ear.

Out of fear I grabbed the wooden spoon beside me and tried to hit the intruder. Yet he firmly grabbed the end of the spoon and pulled it away from me.

With a thud it fell to the floor.

"Now let's enjoy some pasta together." The man spoke as he turned me around.