Fly Away

42 - cold fire

Song: Steve Lacy - Dark Red [Slowed + end from TikTok]

Mia

"I hope you understand."

Fear, anger, exhaustion and betrayal are the four things that are quite literally tipping the balance of my sanity right now.

I clutch onto Zeus tighter earning me a hurried whine, and when I don't ease my grip, he barks, the loud sound reverberating through the elevator, bouncing off the metal walls and hitting my eardrums like an electric shock. I let go of him and stare at the man in front of me, all the same dark hair and chiselled face as Rocco, but the only difference is the malice in his eyes.

My brain can't comprehend what he just told me, and I taste the tears before I feel them, staining my cheeks and marking a crack in my heart.

"What?" I hear the break in my voice, and I know that Rocco's father heard it too, because he smiles at me, seemingly comforting, but I know well enough that he doesn't care about my feelings. If he did, he wouldn't have told me everything he just did, and if he did, he wouldn't be smiling at me like he knows my heart is quite literally breaking right now.

Before he can get a word out, the doors ding open and he steps out, me following in his wake, legs feeling like jelly and heart heavy in my chest.

My head is pounding with the new information I have just gotten, and the tears won't stop.

Part of me knows this is just a ploy for Rocco's father, a distraction and maybe a convenience to whatever he is planning, but I can't help but think that it's true.

After everything, he still thinks so lowly of me. After everything we've shared, and that night... God that night was the most amazing night of my life.

But now it's just a blur along with every other happy moment, because he was using me.

All along.

Just like everybody else.

Rocco

My dad is here.

He doesn't even deserve that title.

My fucked up father is here, and judging by the way tears are streaming down Mia's cheeks, he's here to cause problems. Again.

I walk over to Mia, Zeus clutched in her arms, and I feel a spike of fear settle through me. I have no idea what he's said to her, but it clearly isn't good from the way she flinches away from my touch.

I narrow my eyes to hide the pang of hurt that flashes across my chest, but she doesn't look at me, and I don't look at my father.

"Mia, what happened." I try to step forward again but she moves away, her beautiful eyes still downcast, tears silently falling against her red cheeks.

"Mia-" She stops me by looking up, her eyes puffy and her lips quivering as she speaks.

"I-I have to go." The words come out as a small stutter, her eyes still not meeting mine, looking far off to something behind me, and before I know it she turns on her heels and stalks off.

I begin to follow after her, intent on stopping her sadness, my heart pounding in my chest, but my fathers voice stops me, malice and smugness mixed together.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He says, his icy gaze landing on me as he stands there with his hands in his suit pockets, easily casual despite everything he's just caused.

Anger flares up inside of me and I take quick steps towards him, grabbing him by the lapels. I resist the urge to spit at his feet, and instead glare my nastiest glare at him.

"What the fuck did you do?" I all but growl in his face, my blood hot in my veins so that all I can see is red.

"I merely told her what you should have weeks ago. How you're using her for information, blaming her for being the mole, everything bad that you've been thinking since that fucking Hayes bribed me to get you two married. He's already dead, knocked down at the bottom of the Thames, no witnesses. Stupid man." He swipes at my hands and pushes me away, his voice collected and cold, calculative and full of everything evil.

His words feel like a knife to the gut, and the realisation that Mia knows all of that breaks me.

I hate him so fucking much.

"Why? Why the fucking hell did you do it?" My voice is full of a calm rage now, the pelleting daggers I'm sending towards my father enough to make him turn away from me.

Fucking coward.

"She's been getting too close to you. You've been taking her out to work, even the goddamn charity gala, and now I find out that you've fucked her. Always so selfish. Can never resist can you? Or maybe it's her. I knew something was wrong with her when her father wanted to sell her off to me for more than she's worth. She's a whore who forced you didn't she." He shakes his head, turning back to face me, annoyance and disgust written all over his face.

My body is shaking from how badly I want to punch him, but I know that won't solve anything.

"Don't fucking call her that. If you say one more goddamn-"

"See? Is this how you act for someone so worthless? I would have killed her by now if she hadn't spoken. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Get rid of her or I will, because you don't need another distraction. I knew I never should have let her marry you. Although she did bring in a good income." He smiles evilly, and I grit my teeth feeling consumed with this white hot flare of heat, every single atom in my body is urging me on to take him down.

But something else pricks at my mind. An uncertain, uncomfortable feeling that someone' watching. That someone has always been watching.

I shake my fists, rolling my shoulders and feign a calm, trying to collect myself and pointer my thoughts to one place.

"How do you know? How do you know what happens in my fucking bedroom?" I seethe, my heartbeat flickering and the pumping of my blood increasing rapidly.

He lets out a laugh, cruel, wicked, just like him.

"Son, I've known all along. The mole? Yes. I've just wanted to see how far you would take your little obsession with that piece of shit, but my mistake. I shouldn't have let it get that far. I really did think you would kill her-"

"Who is it?" All of the nerves in my body are firing off at different angles, begging for closure and release.

He laughs again, meeting my eyes with his own fiery glare, and then looks behind me at something, or someone, and his laughter grows.

When I turn around, I feel like my whole life has been spit on, my eyes widen and my heart hammers in my chest, shock and pain engulfing me.

any ideas on who you think the mole is?

i really hate to do this after such perfect moments between them, but it's needed and i'm sorry not sorry.