From Heart With Hate

Dead Ends

"Where do people go when they die?"

Asked the 5-year-old with glistening eyes, as he watched his father sitting near the fireplace gulping down the third bottle. He looked terrible, as his wife's cold body lies in his bedroom. He had sworn on his love for the woman that he will not perform her last rituals until he avenges her death.
He is certainly going crazy as he gulps more and more of the liquid not even caring about the pathetic image he was displaying in front of his companions.

"They live in the hearts of the person who loved them the most." Replied his half-sibling, grabbing his attention away from the half-unconscious man.

"Can she see me?"

"Of course she can, Little one."

Hearing his elder brother's assurance, the 5-year-old Niccolò felt relieved. After all, his mother and his brother were the only people who didn't scare him to death.

"Can I talk to her?"

"You .. you can not right now, she is asleep." The elder tried to dodge her death as much as he could.

"I can wake her up." He replied with shiny innocent greys.

"You must not, Nico. She is deep in her sleep and might not wake up for a very long time."

"But now who will help me with school, I don't think I can manage without her!"

He panicked, making Enzo smile at his adorable brother and how he was stressing over something so trivial while his precious mother was lying dead in the room upstairs.

He didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

"I will always stay by your side, Niccolò. I will always protect you."

Always...

With the copious amount of blood gushing down his leg and the thick smoke he was forced to inhale, Niccolò knew he won't live long. But he can't stop. He has to find the psychopath and kill him for good.

With golden hot flames burning the place down to ashes. Niccolò saw his men, turning the place upside down to find Lorenzo Deville.

"LORENZO!" He growls as he found himself standing in the middle frustration and fear were making him dizzy. Despite his pain and weakness, he continued to walk deeper and deeper into the smoke to the point that he couldn't even see what was ahead of him anymore. 

"Boss!"

"Niccolo! don't get in there it's not safe!"

"Sir!"

He heard Pierre, the youngest in his gang call for him who played a major role in planning today's events which have failed miserably now.

"Niccolo! I can't let you go in, anymore" He clutched his arm.

"Pierre, listen. If there is a chance that I don't come back, I need you to promise me that you'll take care of things."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm making you my successor."

"What?"

"And can I ask you to do one last thing for me?" He said while coughing badly as more and more smoke entered his body.

"Will you- please take care of Caterina? I know she killed Luigi- but "

"I will do that."
The younger said with utmost sincerity which made Niccolò grin in satisfaction. He smiled at him one last time before running into the ominous dark smoke.