The Don of Night✔

Twenty-Seven

Kian had never experienced silence as deafening as this. 

Matter of fact, it was this silence that made him realize that he didn't like being in it for too long. 

Maybe he had an issue. One that he might be diagnosed with some kind of disorder, but he knew that silence was something he hated. 

It was like the eerie paused in waiting for the next thing and Kian was an impatient man. 

The more the silence, the more the waiting. 

Both were something he didn't have time for. 

They both made him uncomfortable because, in the end, they both led to something he had no control over. 

He didn't know how the silence will end. He didn't know what will come at the end of his waiting. 

Sure, he could hope that it be something good that will happen, but Kian knew that he was an unlucky bastard, and hoping for anything good was a waste of time for him. 

He waited for Ellie to come back to him only to find out that she was a backstabbing woman that only seek to destroy him and his empire. 

Now as he stood in the doorway with his gun drawn and aimed at her, he couldn't help but feel the horrible feeling of being right. 

He didn't want to, but as he stare at the black gun aiming right at him, it was weirdly rewarding. 

Everyone tried to make him feel like he was defective for not trusting or loving in the true meaning of the word, but wasn't he right?

Wasn't he right that trusting people only ends in being betrayed?

Wasn't he right that loving people only causes you blinding and white-hot pain?

Kian watched in bated breath and confusion as Ellie lowered her gun to her side, but he wasn't sure why she did it. 

He already knew what she was up to. There wasn't a need for her to continue the f**king act. 

She could rejoice now. She can go ahead and leap around the house and laugh at him because she had won. 

She had got him and made him love her, trust her and she proved exactly why he never wanted to do that. 

Ellie was the victor in this battle, but Kian wasn't going to let her win the war. 

He kept his gun aimed at her head. If he was to shoot her right now, the bullet would pierce directly between her eyebrows, and in his signature move, he'll smear her blood around her head, writing the letter O. 

"Kian, what are you doing?" Her voice shouldn't have still had that effect on him. It shouldn't have made him want to touch her. Wrap her in his arms and taste her. 

He guess that would take some time to get rid of. He'll work hard enough to break that habit. He'll make sure of it. 

"I'm going to ask you this one more time. Who are you working for?" 

Kian watched as Ellie tensed in front of him. The gun swing carelessly at her side as she frowned at him. He looked away from her and saw her brother on the floor. They were both bloody. Kian assumed it was from the fight with his men. 

Of course, Vincent would be a part of this. Kian suspected that much. 

A freaking family affair. 

"Kian, I don't know what-" Ellie begin to speak, but Kian had had enough of the lies. He pulled the trigger. The bullet barely missed Ellie's head as it hit the wall behind her.